Page 145 of Sweet Caroline
She rocks her hips and I can’t do anything but encourage her.
“Look at you.”
She doesn’t stop.
“You’re so fucking sexy when you take what’s yours. And you”—I pause, bucking up to meet her—“are fuckingtaking it. So well, honey.”
A small, almost enamored smile touches her lips.
“What?”
“I dunno, I just like when you call mehoney.”
“Yeah?” I lift a brow, slipping a hand between us to thumb her clit. “But I thought you weren’t sweet.”
“I’m not.” She starts to bounce gently up and down, uninhibited and greedy for every stroke.
“No?”
“Maybe I used to be. But I’m done being sweet.” She bounces harder. “Done being nice.” Voice breaking, she adds, “And I’m done being good.”
“Tell me what you are then.” I sit up to crush her mouth to mine, working her clit faster as she grinds against me. “What are you, Caroline?” I lightly collar her throat, my grip gentle and reverent; I can’t believe I got this lucky—that this incredible woman wants me as much as I want her. “Tell me what you are while you soak this cock.”
Her movements become frenzied as she chases her release, but she doesn’t slow down. “I’m… I’m…”
“You my bad girl?” I increase the pressure on her clit, speeding up, then draw her nipple into my mouth. “You my perfect little slut?” I murmur around her tight bud. “My desperate little whore?”
“Miles, I’m gonna…”
“God, I fucking love you like this.” I pull my hand away only long enough to slap her ass, then get right back to work. “Say what you are, Caroline. Say it and come those pretty brains out for me.”
Clenching around me, she can barely speak but manages to suck in a gasp as she starts to break. “I’m your…”
“Do it. Own it. Now, baby.” She’s fuckingeverythingin this moment.
“I’m your dirty… little… slut…” She barely gets the words out before she’s spiraling, keening, practically convulsing in the safety of my arms as a warm gush envelops the throbbing heat where our bodies are joined.
“That’s my fucking girl,” I bite out, then quickly lie back, lifting her hips slightly. Pounding upward hard and fast, I piston into her, my thrusts become more erratic. And, when I go over the edge into an almost frantic oblivion, I don’t give a shit what the neighbors can hear. I moan loudly through my own release, spilling hot and deep inside her as she rides out the last waves of her pleasure.
As she slows and softens, I lower her, drawing her close to press my forehead to hers. Our chests heave and shudder as we settle in each other’s arms, and I kiss her, loving how the involuntary twitches of my cock echo the faint clenches in her core.
“Shit,” I say through a low chuckle, “I never got my pants all the way off.”
Laughing, she glances over her shoulder at my jeans, stillbunched around my ankles. She turns back to me, grinning and sex-addled and perfect. “I love you.” She kisses my cheek, then my temple.
“I love you too.” I swallow. “Felt like I couldn’t breathe without you.”
Tears well in those beautiful eyes and she cradles my jaw. “God, I missed you. Missedthis.Us.”
I kiss her again, slow and searching.
“How do you do it?” she asks when our lips part, looking at me with wonder. “One minute you’re dressing up cats in silly costumes and the next you’re this… thissex beast.”
“Sexbeast?” I nose her cheek. “Thought my title was sexsensei.”
She bites her lip. “Maybe you can be both.”
“Well, what can I say… Guess Icontain multitudes.” I do an aggressive eyebrow waggle for good measure, selling the corny reference to the day we met.
