Page 69 of Sweet Caroline
“Yes, oh, God, yes!” I shudder with pleasure, my arms nearly giving out as he slowly pushes inside.
“Oh,fffuuuuck,” he groans.
He’s thick and big—God, he’s big—and I feel every aching inch. The stretch is delicious; I’ve never felt so full, so complete. I don’t want him to pull away.
As if reading my mind, he stills for a moment. “Fucking… shit. Don’t move for a sec. Fuck.” He sounds like he’s struggling to keep it together.
But it feels too incredible for me to stay still and, when I can’t help but give in to temptation and rock my hips, another moan wrestles its way from my throat.
“Shhh, baby. Someone is definitely gonna hearyou if you keep that up.” As he starts to thrust, he reaches around me again to work my clit with his fingers. “C’mon. You can take it. Nice and quiet for me.”
“I…” I try to summon enough lucidity to speak. “I don’t know if I can.”
“Take it? Or keep quiet?” He’s enjoying this.
“Both?” I’m a sex-addled wreck. “I’m falling apart here.”
“Not yet, you’re not,” he throws back. “But you will be by the time I’m done with this pretty cunt.”
God, his words are so obscene. So dirty. And yet, hearing him talk about my body like this—like no one ever has—ignites me like nothing else.
Pleasure gathers quickly to a desperate peak and, when he increases the pressure on my clit, that little shift is all it takes. Already on the cusp, I feel it building, and my muscles tense around him once more.
“Miles!” I grip and twist at the sheets below me. “I can’t— I’m gonna?—”
“Yes,” he growls, speeding up. “Come for me. Let it out. Fucking do it.”
One strangled moan slips out before he clamps his palm over my mouth and pulls me up against his chest, still working my clit with his other hand as he thrusts into me. And, like I’ve been given permission to let go, something unlocks in my throat. I reach behind me to grasp at his hips and cry out against his palm as I erupt—explosion after explosion combusting, bursting, fanning out from my center to the tips of my fingers and toes.
“More. That’s it,” he whispers against the shell of my ear as I break apart. “I got you.”
His words seem to pull pulse after pulse of ecstasy from inside me. When I’m unable to stay upright, he lets me go and I drop forward once more onto my palms—but the angle only sends me spinning all over again.
“Oh, God,” I manage between gasps.
“Shhh, baby,” Miles pants out, gripping my sweat-slicked hips. He pounds into me from behind, faster, harder, both wringing me out and urging me on. “Just breathe.”
“I can’t…” Just when one pulse is fading, another takes its place, and I’m engulfed in bright colors, in heat, in spectacular, all-consuming fire.
“Oh, fuck. You’re taking it so… damn… good.”
My orgasm is barely slowing when he withdraws, flips me onto my back, and plunges inside again. There’s nothing but panting desperation in the sliver of space between us, and his lips claim mine, swallowing the next wave of my moans. Clawing at his back, I cry out against his mouth as he grasps fistfuls of my hair and fucks me with everything he’s got. The luscious bite of pain melds with the ecstasy into some hot, dark, drugging sensation I only want more of.
And, when Miles breaks apart over me, there’s a raw beauty in the way he shudders, spilling into the condom with an almost pained, glassy look in his eyes. As the racking pulses of his orgasm gradually ebb, he slows, then collapses onto me. He kisses me with surprising gentleness, and the slow slip of his tongue against mine feels like reassurance—like the calm after a raging storm.
Our lips part, and he runs his nose along my cheek. There’s a playfulness in his shaking voice when he asks, “Was that two? Or three?”
“I’m actually…” I swallow, then can’t help but grin. “I’m not sure either. It was— it was chaos for a while there.”
The satisfied look on his face makes me want to bite his lip, so that’s exactly what I do.
“Well,” he says, before nipping me back. “Let’s be fucking sure.” He slides out and quickly moves down the bed.
“What? What are you…?” But my words die in my throat when his warm, incredible tongue finds my clit once more. “Oh my Goooodddd…”
“Gimme one more.” He slips two fingers inside me and, incredibly, it only takes a few strokes to get me right back on the edge, squirming at each flick of his tongue over my sensitive flesh. I guess he can tell I’m close, because he pulls back and blows a gentle stream of air over my clit.
And, just like that, I shatter.
