Page 45 of Mine to Love
She arched, moaning.
The pure pleasure of it all caught her off guard.
Sex with Charlie had become a chore. She hated it, especially after they lost their baby. She avoided it at all costs. She came up with every excuse in the book so she didn’t have to do it.
But it often didn’t work and she’d lie there like a lump on a log, doing her best not to feel anything, when every fiber of her being filled with shame and guilt.
“Either I should leave, or we should take this inside before one of my siblings, or worse my mother, drives by and has to arrest us for indecent exposure,” Miles whispered.
Being with Miles was something she wanted. Craved. Her body demanded it, but her mind began swirling with all the reasons it wouldn’t be a good idea to do it again. She decided to ignore the brain.
She stood, taking his hand, and quietly led him through the house and into her bedroom. Quickly, she closed and locked the door. She stood there, staring at Miles. “Not to sour the mood,but you have to leave after we’re done. I can’t have Gabriel finding you here in the morning. Seeing us kiss is one thing, but?—”
Miles pressed his finger over lips. “If you don’t want anything more to happen, I’m okay with that.”
“I wouldn’t have taken you into my bedroom if I didn’t.” She lifted her shirt over her head and tossed it to the side.
His eyes grew wide as his gaze dropped to her pathetic excuse for a bra. He lifted his hands and reached behind her, unhooking the article and letting it fall to her feet. He dotted kisses on her neck, shoulders, and then he took one of her nipples into his mouth.
She gasped in pure delight.
She ran her fingers through his hair, pulling him closer to her chest as she let out a soft moan. His hands explored her curves, sending shivers down her spine as he kissed his way down her stomach. She could feel the heat between them, igniting a fire that consumed all rational thought.
He unsnapped the button of her jean shorts and slowly lowered the zipper, rolling them over her hips and yanking them and her panties to her ankles.
As he caressed her skin with a featherlight touch, she melted into his caress, completely lost in the moment. His every kiss fueled her passion, driving her to the brink of ecstasy.
He laid her back on the bed and pulled his shirt over his head before lifting her leg and kissing her ankle. Then her knee. He licked his way up her thigh, all the way gazing into her eyes.
With a tender smile, he whispered, "I want to make you feel so good that you don’t want me to leave, even though I know I have to."
She bit her lip, a mix of anticipation and desire washing over her. "You already have," she murmured, her breath hitched as he slowly traced her belly button with his finger.
Inch by inch, he ascended closer to her core, his touch sending ripples of pleasure coursing through her body. She clutched the sheets, staring at him with a fierce intensity, her whole world narrowed down to the sensations he was creating in this moment.
Finally, he reached his destination. Miles’ lips met her skin, gentle yet insistent, awakening a hunger inside her she didn't know was there. His tongue danced around her folds. “You taste like heaven.”
She moaned softly, both in pleasure and shock. This was something she had never experienced before, and it was unlike anything she could have ever imagined. He explored her most intimate parts, sending waves of pleasure crashing through her body. She writhed beneath him, her hips arching to meet his touch.
Miles continued to please her, his tongue delving deeper, drawing out sounds from her that she didn't even know she was capable of. He knew just what to do to make her feel alive, to make her feel desired and wanted.
She gripped the sheets tighter, her breath coming in short gasps as he continued to tease her, driving her closer to the edge of ecstasy. She could feel the heat building inside her, the tension coiling like a snake, ready to strike.
"Please," she begged, her voice hoarse with longing. "Please, I need you." As soon as the words escaped her lips, an orgasm tore through her system. She jerked and quivered. It was like a volcano had erupted, shooting hot lava everywhere. She couldn’t catch her breath. Her heart beat so fast.
“That was beautiful.” He kissed her midriff and stood, shedding his slacks. He stood before her, gloriously naked. Reaching inside his pants pocket, he took out his wallet and a condom.
She watched in awe as he covered himself before settling back down between her legs.
Nothing in her life had ever felt so good. So perfect. So right.
As Miles entered her, she gasped at the sensation, feeling every inch of him as they became one. Their bodies moved in rhythm, a sinuous dance of desire and passion. Her hands explored his back, nails digging into his skin, leaving red marks as a testament to the intensity of her pleasure.
Her mind hazy with lust, she felt like she was floating, her body lifted off the bed by the sheer force of their lovemaking. Miles’ movements were precise and deliberate, as if he was trying to extract every last ounce of pleasure from her. And she was more than willing to give it to him.
She moaned loudly, her voice echoing off the walls as their bodies punished each other with a ferocity that bordered on pain. But it was a good pain, a necessary pain, one that only heightened the sensation of their union.
She felt herself nearing the edge again, her orgasm building like a tempest inside her, threatening to overwhelm her completely. But Miles was relentless, his thrusts growing deeper and harder, pushing her closer to the brink.
