25. Jenna #2
“I don’t need to.” I meet his warm gaze and bite my lip. This is one of those moments where I feel like I’m exactly where I’m meant to be.
We start walking again and Miles says, “It was supposed to storm tonight…but it sure doesn’t look like it’s going to.”
I glance over at him, longing bursting in my chest. “Nope. It’s nothing but a sky full of stars.”
The Uber waits on the corner, and Miles opens the door for me.
I slide in and he follows. He holds open his arm for me to curl into, and I do.
The drive across town feels too slow as Miles slips his arm around my shoulder, tugging me close and letting his fingers skim my thigh, turning my insides to lava.
His breath warms my neck as he nuzzles into me, tracing his hands up and down my leg.
I want to return the favor and suddenly, we’re in the back of an Uber desperately feeling each other up.
I slide my hands up his inner thigh and over his zipper where his erection is bulging.
We can’t get back to my place fast enough.
As soon as we’re out of the car, we’re kissing on the sidewalk. Miles tangles his hands in my hair, soft moans escaping our throats between feverish kisses. “Jenna,” Miles says breathlessly into my mouth.
“I know,” I whimper. This isn’t like the first time—there’s less urgency, more heat. The way our bodies press against each other, his breath warm against my mouth, like he can’t get close enough. Need laced with something deeper—something intimate. Something more like trust.
I pull away and make for the front steps, unlocking the door.
I grasp his hand and lead him up the stairs to my childhood bedroom, which thankfully has a queen-size bed.
We stand in front of the bed, eyes locked, waiting for the other to make the first move.
Despite all my past reservations, I let it be me.
Miles’s breath is ragged and uneven as I tug at the hem of his T-shirt, and he helps me pull it off.
He bends down, trailing kisses along my neck, my shoulder, and my clavicle before yanking my crop top down, revealing my breasts.
He takes each one in his mouth, sucking until the nipples peak for him. I gasp. “Miles,” I murmur.
I undo the button on his jeans, pushing them down to expose his dark gray boxer briefs, his arousal straining against the fabric.
He does the same, hurriedly pulling my leggings down, while simultaneously kissing down my torso, my ribcage, my hip bones.
He lets out a guttural moan when he sees I’m not wearing any underwear.
“No panties, Jenna?” he growls. “What are you doing to me?”
“I didn’t want any lines.” I giggle innocently.
Miles hisses, kneeling down and hungrily pulling my folds apart, sinking his tongue into my wetness. I need him so badly. I don’t want to wait.
“Miles. I need to feel you,” I cry, digging my nails into his shoulders. “Please.”
“Let me warm you up, baby,” he rasps, sliding a finger inside, eliciting a moan from me that sounds animalistic. “You’re not ready yet.”
He settles his face back between my thighs and kisses my most delicate parts, gently sucking and dragging his teeth behind, until I can’t take it anymore.
“Miles,” I say firmly. “I need you inside me.”
At once, he’s on his feet, scooping me up and laying me on the end of the bed. “Your wish is my command.” He hovers over me for a moment, eyes molten and burning into me, before going back to his discarded jeans and grabbing a condom from the pocket.
“Oh, so you planned this?” I tease.
“I like to be prepared around you,” he says huskily.
He rolls the condom on and at once he’s over me again, rubbing his sex against mine.
“Jenna, I need you to know, this isn’t just tonight for me.
This is everything.” Miles's voice is raw with emotion, his eyes search mine for confirmation that the feelings of the past month seem to be bubbling over for both of us.
Our breaths mingle, heavy and uneven as we hover on the precipice of something deeper than a physical release. I ache for Miles in a way I’ve never ached for anyone before.
I swallow the lump in my throat and nod. “I feel the same way.”
The moment he sinks into me a wave of emotion crushes me—like nothing I’ve felt before.
Miles thrusts in and out slowly, sending a shiver through me with each new entry.
He threads his fingers through mine, pinning them above my head.
Our eyes stay locked as we move in sync with each other.
Two people connecting on another worldly level.
His movements are slow and tentative at first, each stroke sending a shudder through me. “Miles,” I whimper. “Harder.”
“You feel too good. I’m not going to last,” Miles murmurs into my hair.
His breath is warm against my cheek and then his mouth is on mine again, kissing me urgently as his desire amplifies.
I open my mouth for him, nibbling at his bottom lip.
I wrap my legs around his waist, allowing him to plunge deeper to reach my most sensitive spot.
I brush a stray curl off his forehead, and our eyes lock again.
This isn’t just desire—it’s gravity. It’s more than want, it’s need, it’s an ache, it’s everything I’ve never known I was missing. And I’m done fighting it.
For the past few years, my life has revolved around someone else’s needs.
It created an emptiness in me that I didn’t know was there.
Not anymore—now I feel full. Meeting Miles feels like fate.
The realization overwhelms me, and my orgasm comes quickly, fueled by the emotion of it all.
I cry out his name and my legs tremble as I tighten around him.
Miles drives into me as I come, desperately searching for his own release. It finds him quickly. “Oh my God… Jenna,” he cries out my name and collapses on top of me. We lie there, intertwined, sweating and breathing heavily, but content to be in each other’s arms.
And then we hear the rain.