Chapter 29 #3
“I’m not going to last long,” I say between kisses. My eyes crush together when he flicks my clit and rubs me harder. Back and forth, back and forth, taking me higher and higher with every precise motion of his fingers.
“Come on my fingers, beautiful. I want you to.”
I’ve always been told I’m a good listener.
Letting my knees fall open, I spread myself wide and let the feeling he’s causing in me to completely consume me. I’d told him I wanted to be his so that’s what I’m going to do. I’m going to become his.
“Look at my girl, spread nice and wide for me. I can’t wait to find out what it feels like to sink my cock into this sweet pussy of yours.
” A cry breaks from the back of my throat as I think about it.
The combination of the fantasy, his words, and the magic his fingers are creating are becoming too much to handle.
“Is that what you want, you want me to fuck you like this? Hard, and deep? How bad do you wanna know what it’s like to be fucked by me, Hanna? ”
“So fucking bad,” I beg, eeking out the words as stars begin to burst behind my eyes.
“Be a good girl and come for me and maybe I’ll let you find out,” he demands, moving his fingers even faster.
“Yes, yes,” I beg, legs starting to shake. I inhale sharply and lose all control over myself when he gives me one of the best orgasms I’ve ever had. My legs wrap around him in need but that doesn’t stop him from continuing to play with me. Body shaking, voice quivering, I start to beg.
“Stop, stop, I can’t take anymore. Please, oh my god.”
His fingers slowly come to a stop and when I regain feeling in them again, I unwrap my legs. My head falls behind me as I work to catch my breath from what he’s done to me. Pressing his lips to my neck, a fresh wave of ecstasy runs over my skin.
“Being this perfect should be a crime,” he says against my collarbone. I smile and open my eyes to find him looking at me. Just like he always is.
“Being that good at that should be a crime.” I sigh, my breath slowly becoming steady again.
He kisses me hard. “Getting to make you feel that good is something I’ll do every day if you want me to.”
I laugh a few times and kiss him back. “I want you to feel good too.”
“Is that right?”
“It is right. Right now, actually,” I say, reaching for the top of his joggers.
“Yeah?” he asks, almost apprehensively.
“Yeah,” I reply with a nod. We hold one another’s gaze for a second before he pushes up onto his knees and then stands. He grabs his shirt that we discarded a few minutes earlier and bends down to help me into it. Confused, I look down at the shirt he put on me and look back at him.
“Come with me,” he says, taking my hand into his.
He pulls me up and his shirt falls just low enough to fit more like a dress.
He pulls me behind him, leading me into his bedroom which is as clean and tidy as his living space.
When we reach the bed, he holds my hands and spins me around to face him.
“I haven’t been with anyone in over a year,” he says, bringing our intertwined hands up to the sides of our faces. We both look at them as our fingers seem to dance with one another.
“Neither have I,” I reply softly. A satisfied smile flashes on his lips at my words. Reaching for the waistline of his joggers, I give them a tug, silently asking for what I want.
“You need to use your words, beautiful. You know how much I like it when you use your words,” he says, his voice becoming heavier than before.
“I want you to fuck me, Miles. I want to know what it’s like to have you inside of me. Hard, deep. Just like you promised,” I whisper, finding a new sense of courage and reaching down to grab at him. He groans when I press my palm into him and I can see his fists clenching at his side.
“Lay down,” he directs and again, I do what I’m told.
Sitting down on the bed, I push myself back and wait.
He turns and reaches into his bedside table, pulling out a condom and holding it between his teeth.
Turning back to face me, he slips out of his joggers then the briefs he’s wearing underneath, freeing himself for me to see for the first time.
Removing the condom from between his teeth, he rips it open and slides it on.
My arms reach to take his shirt off but his words stop me.
“I didn’t tell you to take that off, did I?” I lower my arms and shake my head. He crawls over to where I’m waiting and braces his arms on either side of me. “Then why are you trying to take it off?”
“I thought—”
“I didn’t tell you to think,” he cuts me off. “I want to fuck you while you wear it. I told you before, seeing you in my clothes does something dangerous to me.” He loops an arm around my waist and pulls me down so I’m lying underneath him. “Now tell me one more time what you want me to do to you.”
I smirk when he brings his lips closer to mine and whisper, “I want you to fuck me, Miles. Hard and deep.”
“God I love a woman who isn’t afraid to ask for what she wants,” he growls, lining his hips up with mine.
Before he pushes himself in, he slips his hand between our hips and rubs my pussy, igniting a fresh heat between us.
Still sensitive from before, my breath hitches in my throat at his touch.
Feeling that I’m already wet and needy for him, he removes his hand and replaces it with his cock.
I’m anticipating the feeling of him sinking himself inside of me, filling me up and fucking me like I asked but instead, I’m met with the mind blowing feeling of him using his hard cock to tease my enterance.
I whimper and writhe at the pleasure the feeling of it causes, my toes already starting to prickle with a fresh orgasm.
“Fuck, you’re so beautiful. I love watching you squirm beneath me.”
“Please, please let me have you,” I beg, digging my nails into his back. “Please.”
“Whatever my girl wants, I give her,” he says before finally breaking the barrier between us.
I inhale deeply as I take him all the way.
Feeling the entirety of him for the first time fills me with a sense of warmth and pleasure I never want to forget.
When he pulls out and pushes himself deeper, waves of desire and pleasure crash together inside of me.
“You feel so good around me. God, you take me so well,” he praises.
I press my lips to his, unable to form the words to reply anyway.
In and out, he continues to rock my world, doing what I asked and making me his.
He starts to fuck me harder, deeper, and I know he’s reaching his finish just like I am too.
“Please, Miles, please,” I beg into his ear. “I need you to fuck me. I want to be yours. Tonight. Tomorrow. Always. I want to be yours.”
His breathing picks up as does his pace and when he reaches under his shirt to play with my breast, I know I’m done for.
Together, we fall over the edge as we become one for the first time.
A guttural moan rips from his lips as I cry out in pleasure, the second orgasm in a night unlocking some feral animal deep from within me.
I ride the wave as long as I can, never wanting it to end.
Once we’ve caught our breath, he slowly pulls out and rolls over to one side.
“Like I said,” he pants, rolling over and pressing a kiss into my shoulder. “Something dangerous.”
I look up at him and smile shyly. “I like how much you tell me you like me.”
“Then I’ll tell you every day, beautiful. Because I like you a lot.” He rolls over and presses a kiss to my forehead. “I’m going to go get cleaned up. Do you need anything?”
I shake my head and curl up onto my side.
He rolls out of bed and heads for the bathroom.
After a few minutes, he returns and I slip out of bed to use it myself.
When I come back, he’s slipped into a fresh pair of briefs and is lying in bed.
Moving in next to him, I close my eyes, thoroughly exhausted from back to back orgasms. I wrap my arm around his chest and he shifts so he can scoop an arm under my shoulder to cradle me.
“Thanks for coming over to wrap presents with me,” he comments as he leans down to pull the blanket on his bed over the both of us.
“Of course. Sorry we didn’t get them all wrapped,” I reply with a yawn. I don’t know what time it is but it feels late.
“I’m not. I’d much rather do what we did over wrapping gifts anyway.” My heart does a flip when he kisses the top of my head.
“Hey, Miles?”
“Yeah?”
I tip my chin up to look at him. “I’m really glad I’m not your therapist anymore.”
This earns me a smile and another kiss. “I’m really glad you’re not either, doc.”