Page 36 of Till The Cows Come Home
I felt my insides begin to warm with anticipation as his breath trailed along my thighs, and as he lowered his mouth, he pressed the faintest kisses along the thin fabric separating his mouth from my skin.
“Miles.”
“Where’s your patience, sweetheart?”
I raised my hips in protest, which elicited a chuckle from him that vibrated a wave of pleasure through me.
“Please,” I begged.
My plea was answered.
He slid my panties aside, gliding a finger through the wetness he’d created, and I could already feel the release building in my core. When he finally slid inside me, easing in and out before rewarding me with a second finger, my eyes rolled to the heavens. I reveled in this moment, allowing myself every ounce of pleasure I’d locked away. When that pleasure threatened to spill, he withdrew his fingers, hooking them into my panties as he dragged them down, sliding them off my ankles.
The absence of his fingers was quickly replaced with his mouth, and I screamed his name as his tongue plunged inside me, tasting my pleasure before trailing along to my clit. I instinctually threaded my fingers through his hair, guiding him, and my grip tightened as he responded to my cues. Thefurther he coaxed my release, the greedier I became to feel the fullness of his fingers again.
“More,” I moaned.
A shudder coursed through me as the same two fingers slid back into me, the simultaneous combination of them pumping as his tongue continued its slow circles around my clit threatening to ruin me. It only took moments of the duo to push my climax over the edge, its intensity crescendoing through the room. Miles placed gentle kisses along my hips as I caught my breath, and as I looked down, I noticed my fingers still tightly threaded through his hair.
“Sorry!” I gasped, releasing my hold.
He chuckled, pulling me into his arms as he moved to the spot next to me. “Sweetheart, I would let you pull my hair from my head if it meant I could hear the sweet sounds that just left that pretty little mouth.”
“You say that now,” I teased, wiggling into the crook of his arm.
“Stay the night with me,” he whispered into my hair. “You’re going to be over in the morning, anyway.”
“Hmm. If I can take a hot shower and you provide something sweet, you have a deal.”
Miles moved quickly, and I was suddenly pulled from the bed, hoisted over the bare shoulders of a half naked lumberjack once again.
“What are you doing?” I screeched.
“Delivering on the first part of the deal.” He chuckled, before depositing me atop a plush bathroom rug.
“I didn’t mean immediately!”
“No better time than the present, Miss Baker.”
Evading self consciousness was a skill of mine, but as I stood, naked body fully illuminated by the bathroom lights, my confidence wavered. I adjusted myself slightly, positioning my arms so they covered the majority of my breasts, and myhands to casually settle over my front. The relationship I had with my body had slowly healed from my youth, and although my hips were full and my stomach not perfectly flat; I loved my figure. This didn’t mean that I didn’t have moments of vulnerability, which Miles seemed to notice as soon as he turned around.
“Are you okay? I can step out if you want some privacy.”
“I’m okay, just feeling a little exposed being the only one naked.”
His eyes darkened as he unbuttoned his pants, pulling his jeans and boxers off until he stood in front of me, completely nude.
“Better?”
“Better.” I swallowed, taking in every last inch of him.
He opened the curtain for me to step inside and I silently obeyed, submerging myself in the stream of water as he followed behind me. To my surprise I noticed a bottle of shampooandconditioner on the shelf, both with relatively neutral scents. When I reached for the bottle, though, Miles beat me to it.
“Allow me.”
He squeezed a healthy amount of shampoo into his hand, and I couldn’t smother the groans that escaped as he began massaging it into my scalp. When I emerged from rinsing, he spun me around, pressing my back against his chest. I leaned my head back until it was perfectly rested on his shoulder, reveling at the feeling of the warm washcloth dragging across my skin. He carefully traced my body, caressing each side of my neck before sliding it between my breasts, leaving a trail of suds as evidence of his journey.
I rinsed once again before turning my attention to him.
