Page 86 of Take This Heart
I grind against him and our breath hitches.
“The way you hit every spot I need you to and some I didn’t even know about,” I say, giving him a soft kiss.
“Yeah?” He brushes my hair back and kisses down my neck.
His mouth latches onto my breast and he tugs my nipple between his teeth.
My hips roll over him and I gasp with how good he feels.
“How do I already want you again?” I tug his hair and he looks up at me, his eyes glazed. “I’m on birth control…”
“Sink onto me,” he says.
I lift, and he positions himself just right. I slide down slowly.
“Fuck,” he whispers.
It’s even better like this. I’m already pulsing around him. We both groan.
“Is this okay?” His hands come up to my cheeks and he lowers his head slightly to meet my eyes.
I exhale shakily. “I don’t…I haven’t…done this.”
“Me either,” he says.
“I’m a fan,” I whisper, eyes wide.
He leans closer and smiles against my lips. “Me too. Big,bigfan.”
His eyes squeeze shut when I clench around him again. I feel him swell inside and I whimper. His hands move to my hips, and when he opens his eyes, they’re hungry.
“Goldie…you are torturing me…in the best way,” he rasps.
I lift up and then slowly sink back onto him, and the need for more builds with every pass. We start a merciless rhythm, his hands slamming me down faster and faster. It’s hitting all the right places, and I begin to shake.
“That’s it. God, you’re so beautiful.” His movements get erratic, but he doesn’t stop until we’re both flying, time standing still as we crest into oblivion.
All night long, we wake each other up wanting more.
I wake up with his mouth between my legs, and I eventually pull him up, desperate to have him. We’re hurried andfrantic, and it’s so hot I can’t believe this is even happening to me. Later, when he’s hard against my backside, I think he wakes up when I arch against him. He slides inside, his hands cupping my breasts and roaming down my body, and it’s slow and sleepy and so sweet. Our bodies keep finding each other in the dark, hungry for another taste, another touch.
We barely sleep, a tangle of limbs and sheets, even though we get up to change them once during the night.
The morning light shines through the windows when I open my eyes again. Milo is looking at me.
“I’ve never had a night like that,” he says quietly.
“Me either.”
He traces a finger over my chest and trails it up to my lips, where I kiss it.
“I think I’ve discovered something very interesting,” he says, his mouth quirking up.
“What?”
“Well, I’m not certain it’s true, but at least for the night…IthinkI fucked the sass right out of you.”
I roll to my back and cackle, then take my pillow and wallop him over the head with it. He laughs and his hands are grabby.
