Chapter 52 #2
“So ready.” His eyes are glassy and heavy lidded, and his cheeks burn with the most gorgeous flush as I pull my fingers out of him.
And the way his chest heaves with his erratic breaths as his dick leaks and twitches against his trembling abs?
Ohmigod, I’ve never seen anyone look so wrecked and needy in all my life.
It’s impossible not to lean down, blanketing his body with mine for a heated kiss. It’s quick and hungry and full of need, but at the same time, the emotion and love behind it steals my breath and aches in my heart so beautifully, it nearly makes me forget everything else.
When I make myself pull away, Myles presses unsteadily up onto his elbows, dark eyes tracking my every movement as I strip out of my robe, letting the silky material pool on the bed behind me. I don’t touch my thong or bralette yet though.
“Do you want me to leave these on?” Slowly, I trail my hand down from over my opposite shoulder, across my lace-covered pecs, then farther south, cupping myself through the fabric of my thong.
Yes, I might just be putting on a bit of a show for him, but the way my eyelids flutter and the quiet moan that slips from my lips is totally genuine.
I’m so far past simply turned on, it’s almost impossible to stop at how I’ve just run my hand over my body and not keep touching myself. And the way he’s watching me? Ohhmigod—
“So. Fucking. Badly.”
His breathless answer doesn’t come as a surprise, but that doesn’t mean I don’t absolutely love hearing it.
Dressing like this for him and being able to see how much he loves it makes me feel impossibly sexy and so seen and validated, it makes me dizzy.
And ohhh, the idea of fucking Myles in lacy lingerie?
One last squeeze for my very needy cock—because at a thought like that, how could I not?—and then I force myself to let go. I have way better things to do with it than sitting here, touching it myself.
“Oh god yess,” he groans, eyes darting between my face and my hand as I push the front of my thong aside, freeing my length and slicking myself with probably more lube than could ever possibly be necessary. So much, some of it runs down over my balls, soaking the lacy material. “So hot, Charlie.”
As he watches me, his hand slips down over his stomach, closing around his shaft. He gives himself a long, slow stroke, root to tip, hips twitching as he lets out a shuddering breath.
My body tingles with anticipation as I settle onto the bed beside him, guiding him onto his side with me. He moves willingly, letting out this soft, breathless sigh as I slip an arm around him, tugging his back to my chest, warm and sweat-damp and solid against my skin, everything I’ve ever wanted.
And ohhh, I want him so much.
Just the brush of my erection over the thick curves of his ass is enough to have my eyes rolling back in my head.
Like it has a mind of its own and knows exactly where it belongs, my dick nestles in between his cheeks, and ohmigod, the feel of it makes my head spin, sending tingles of desire racing over my skin.
This is Myles. My Myles, about to let me sink into his gorgeous body— Ohmigod—
Reaching between our bodies with my free hand, I finally take hold of my shaft, angling myself between his full, muscular cheeks.
His ragged exhale and the sensation of my tip brushing over his entrance flood my nerves, and I have to close my eyes and breathe deeply, slowly, focusing on the feeling of my thumb caressing his side and my lips kissing over the softness of his curls at the back of his neck, to hold back from rocking into him this moment.
Ohmigod. This is real.
“Ohh fuuck,” he moans as I drag my crown down through his crease, sending sparks shivering through my body. “Yess—” He arches against me, shifting his hips until my tip finds his entrance again.
Ohmigod—
“Relax for me again, alright, baby?” My pulse is racing, thundering through my veins, my cock throbbing in time with its beat as I trail the fingers of my free hand through the line of hair that runs down the center of his lower abs to take hold of his length. “Just focus on how this feels.”
Myles’s breath catches as I start to slowly stroke him, and, yet again, I have to remind myself to keep still. Not just thrust up into him the way my body is so desperate to do.
“Can you do that?”
He nods with another shuddering exhale, turning his head back to look over his shoulder at me.
His eyes are wide and his curls are dark and gorgeously mussed against the pillow, and at the same moment as my body burns with the desire to sink into him, my heart skips and pounds with my love for the beautiful man in my arms.
Holding my breath, eyes locked on his, I rock forward, pressing against him as I glide my hand over his shaft. There’s a moment’s resistance, and then, with a smooth, slick-gliding pop, my crown slips inside him.
My moan of pleasure comes at the same moment as the shuddering gasp he sucks in. “Oh— Ohhh fuuuck,” he whimpers, his heavy, solid body quivering against me. “Charlie, you’re…inside me.”
“Yeah,” my lips are trembling as they brush over his. “I am. And you…ohmigod, you feel…you feel so, so good.”
The way I grab at his hip to make him keep still as he starts to arch back with a soft groan is as much for me as for him. I need this moment to get myself under control every bit as much as he needs it to adjust.
“Slow, okay?” I whisper against his ear when I think I can trust myself again, letting go of my hold on his hip to stroke my fingers over his sweat-damp skin.
“Slow,” he moans in agreement, reaching back and grabbing hold of the outside of my thigh as my pulse spikes with anticipation.
One cautious rock of hips, and another moan, lower, more ragged, breaks from him, mingling with mine. Next moment, he’s pressing and arcing back on a gasp, sinking down on my achingly hard cock.
It’s all I can do to stay still as his ass slowly swallows my length, inch by inch of tight, slick heat and pure pleasure. His eyes fall shut as his fingers dig into the tensed muscle of my thigh and his breaths are uneven, but his cock is hard as steel as I stroke over it in slow, loose strokes.
“Good?”
The nod of his head is jerky and quick. As wrecked as the wordless groan that rumbles through him.
“You’re doing…so well, baby,” I whisper, dropping low to run my lips over the sweat-damp skin of his shoulder as I pull back slightly, rocking my hips slowly, gently. Pushing just a little deeper each time. “So, so well.”
A moan breaks from me when I finally sink the last inch into him, my heavy, aching balls settling against his ass. I wind my arm around his waist, holding him to me, mouthing kisses over his skin as the two of us breathe in long, shuddering breaths.
“Myles,” my voice is nothing but a shaky breath. “Ohhhmigod. So fucking tight.”
His hand that’s not still gripping my thigh reaches back to close around the back of my neck. His fingers tangle in my hair, clinging to me and tugging me closer, like he never wants to let me go.
“Move,” he moans, shifting restlessly against me as he rolls his head to the side, eyes finding mine once again. “Please. Please, Charlie.”