Many, Many, Many Stars
Miles shifted closer then raised our entwined hands to his mouth, making my heart beat faster with anticipation. His grey eyes, gleaming against the cosmic dome, locked onto mine, the depth of his lingering stare electrifying the mere centimetres between us as he gently kissed my knuckles.
Suddenly the air grew heavier, laced with a suffocating heat that we both yearned to simply set ablaze. My lips slightly parted, drawing in a deep, lung-filling breath.
Inhale, exhale.
“I’m sorry to be this forward, but…” he muttered in a whisper, his gaze travelling down my body. His other hand playfully hovered over the hem of my dress before finding the curve of my thigh, just beneath the white cotton fabric. Then he looked at me. “May I?” he asked.
“Um,” I nervously breathed, quickly chewing on my lip. While we were definitely tipsy—well, I thought I was quite so—I was still in enough control to know exactly what was going on. And perhaps I wanted this more than I thought I did. A blush crept up my cheeks as I teased, “If you insist?”
“Well,” he mused with a smirk, “then…I guess I do.”
Heavy and hot, the air thickened, making my lips part for a breath that wouldn’t come.
Or had his gaze pierced through me, constricting my chest. His palm, warm and possessive, grazing the side of my thigh, slowly glided along my leg.
The touch was firm and selfish, a lingering stroke that sent a trail of goosebumps erupting across my body, a thrilling shiver running up my spine.
Gently squeezing, he dug his fingers into my skin, carefully and very slowly tracing a pattern, snaking their way up, like a tease. Then, just as I trembled, they slid between my thighs, spreading them slightly apart.
A gasp escaped my throat at once. The thrilling sensation coiling in my stomach was making me forget everything else in the world.
My grip on his hand tightened uncontrollably, and then I bit the corner of my mouth so hard it hurt.
If it was even possible, I thought my heart was trying to break free of my ribs, each beating a deafening drum in my ears.
A wave of dizziness washed over me as my lungs screamed for more oxygen.
Jesus, I thought, was I having a cardiac attack in the middle of… this?
The anticipation tightened in my gut with an exhilarating flutter.
In slow but deliberate movements, the warmth of his grasp travelled up my inner thighs, sending tingling sensations coursing through my body.
My head momentarily shot back and hundreds of celestial lights swirled above me, blurring everything else around.
Blurring everything but the point where his hand was…
unhurriedly gliding under the delicate lace of my underwear.
“Miles!” I breathed his name as a prayer, a soft cry escaping me the moment his fingers slid along my soaked lips. “Oh, God!” I shifted in my seat, spreading my legs a little wider.
“Yes, Florence,” he whispered against my neck. “Just like that.”
“Mmm,” I murmured, tightening the grip of my hand on his, trembling with barely suppressed desire.
His grey eyes pinning me down as he watched how my body reacted to his touch.
Adding a few gentle strokes, he dragged his thumb over my clit, making me suck in a sharp breath.
“Miles!” His name tore from my throat in a strangled moan.
Blood near boiling in my veins, a sweet, taunting torture consumed me from within when a single fingertip playfully circled around my entrance, so slow he was driving me crazy. “Please…” I pleaded in a whisper.
Miles only groaned, a smug look on his face as his head nuzzled into my hair.
Oh, I could bet he was savouring this, every damn prolonged bit of it, deliberately teasing me with his touch.
This was…an impossible…insufferable…agonising ache, a craving so intense it made my hips wriggle, and then…my breath hitched, my lips parted, my eyes snapped shut, rolling way back into my head…“Oh, God!” I gasped for air as his fingers, which I so desperately needed, finally slipped inside me.
“Damn it, Florence,” he drawled in a murmur.
“I’ve been thinking about this since the fucking day we met.
” Caressing the side of my neck, Miles’ kisses turned into a gentle bite, his teeth sinking into my skin as his soft lips dragged down my shoulder.
If I were to find bruises there the next morning, I wouldn’t care.
“Um,” I let out a breathless chuckle. “You make it sound…long? We’ve known each other…a week?”
“That’s long enough!” he muttered, a low, rough rumble against my throat, his tongue trailing a wet path down my collarbone.
“Fuck!” he rasped, carefully penetrating me with his fingers, his thrusts quickening, sending me completely over the edge.
“A week feels like forever when you want something this bad.”
Seriously, was I in heaven? Well, unlikely so, but somewhere very close for sure, possibly lost in the endless space above the sky…
“Oh, really?” I breathed, my voice barely above a whisper. “How bad?”
“Florence,” Miles groaned, his eyes searching mine. “Shut up already and enjoy!” He pushed his fingers in harder to his knuckles.
“Ah!” I nearly cried. And God, I so, so did enjoy.
Suddenly, he stopped, then pulled away, his body shifted.
What the hell…? Why did he…?
Confused, I shot my eyes wide open only to find him… kneeling …in front of me. And before I could even process what was happening, my underwear was already gone.
Ohhh…!
“Come here,” Miles growled, gripping my hips and pulling me closer.
The hem of my dress rode high on my waist, the fabric clutched in his fists.
“You are—” His dangerous gaze roamed over my body, watching my chest rising and falling rapidly—a delicious shiver that melted my insides—finally settling on my eyes. “—so fucking beautiful.”
Miles stared, catching the corner of my mouth tug into a slow smile.
He smiled too; his palm slid around the small of my back, tightening.
Then, with a smirk, he dropped his forehead, a gentle tickle of his lips dragging down my belly, forcing me to arch against his warm whisper.
My hand instinctively flew to my hair, curling a few wavy locks around my fingers, while the other desperately stifled the moan rising in my throat.
“I can’t seem to get enough of you.” He brushed the words against my skin.
The heat of his breath hovered just over my abdomen, making me gasp with a sweet quiver in my stomach.
Those dark, stormy eyes locked with mine as his mouth barely grazed the bone of my hip, planting small, gentle kisses down the curve of my inner thigh.
The smouldering intensity of his gaze held me captive.
Each beat of my heart pounded harder against my chest and I thought I’d break apart any moment now. Was that what he wanted?
“Well, then—” I swallowed the dryness in my throat. “—let’s not waste any more time and get to the good part, shall we?”
A slow, predatory smile spread across his face.
Miles groaned as his hands spread my legs wider.
“This—” he breathed, voice husky, his teeth sinking into his lip, hard enough for it to bleed, “—even better than I imagined.” And then I cried and whimpered as he slowly buried his face between my thighs.
And if that wasn’t heaven, I didn’t know what was—but wait, was that a harp?
Did I just hear a choir of angels singing?
Or perhaps—a godlike voice of Freddie Mercury echoing from the great beyond.
Either way, it felt like paradise to me…
A soft but sudden moan cut through the darkness.
My helpless body arched at the warmth of his tongue—oh, his tongue—swirling, teasing every sensitive spot of me.
His lips—so gently sucking on my clit. “God, yes!” I let another throaty hum; my palm pressed tight against my face to stifle any scream that could come out of my mouth.
My other hand reached down, tangling its grip into his silver hair, clenched into a fist, my fingers threading through his sleek, perfect locks.
Oh—that tongue—that fucking tongue—was totally bringing me undone.
Spreading my legs even further, he held them both in place, devouring me as if I were his favourite dish. And would he ask for seconds? Boy, he didn’t really need to ask!
Possessively, he grasped my hips, face buried deep between my thighs; his mouth was making me lose all sense of myself. His tongue, working me so hard that he moaned, fucked me just like I wanted to be fucked.
“Miles,” I breathed, gripping the soft fabric of my chair, my nails biting deep into the seat.
A burning heat scorched through me, centred in the very core of my entire being.
“Oh, God!” A strangled cry broke free, and then…
and then my body spasmed with a tremble, a quivering mess of pure pleasure.
“Oh, my…” I gasped, trying to catch my breath as I stared into the starry night above us, watching…
so many, many, many stars…“That…was…” Well, I wasn’t an astrophysicist, but that definitely felt out of this world.
“Holy…” Unsure of what to say next, the words died on my lips.
I blinked rapidly then fluttered my eyelids open, my gaze locking with his.
“Florence Grant,” Miles said, pushing the chair back for me to sit up straight, an immediate smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth as he found me speechless. His hands pressed firmly against my hips, “I would loooove to repeat that sometime soon.”
Yeah …
Me …
Too …
Swallowing hard, I gathered my thoughts to finally speak, but my mind went suddenly blank. All I managed was a small, very questionable nod.
“Hmm.” A slow smile curved his lips, warmth replacing amusement in his eyes as he watched me. Then, planting a soft kiss just above my knee, he murmured, “I think I lost your underwear somewhere. Sorry.”
“Yeah,” I finally breathed, still quite unable to believe what had just happened. “That’s…quite…okay.” I whispered.