CHAPTER 33 Sophie Summers
More Than Enough Man for Me
His eyes sweep over my body, and they seem to brand me in every place they land.
It’s hotter than any scene I’ve written, and I once wrote a scene with three guys and one girl.
Not that I’d want that in real life. Miller is more than enough man for me.
But in fiction? Hell. Yes.
He rushes toward me, and I reach for his shirt. I pull it over his head, and I wrap my arms around him as I slide my hands along the smooth, warm skin of his back.
He plants his lips on my neck as his hands move achingly slowly down my torso and around to my ass.
He cups both my cheeks in his palms and gives them a squeeze, and the ache that was already centered between my thighs intensifies at his touch.
The fabric of my thong is pulling against my clit, and I push my ass back into his hands as a way to try to draw out the friction.
I’m too wet for it to move, though. I’m soaked, and I fully blame Miller for that.
All night he’s been finding little reasons to touch me. A light hand on my thigh. An arm around the back of my chair while his fingertips lazily brush my shoulder. A quick kiss on the cheek, or the neck, or my lips.
I arch my back, and he grabs me up into his arms and carries me across the room. He sets me down on the bed and is on top of me a heartbeat later, his lips pressing against mine and his hips slamming against me as he draws me closer and closer to a climax without ever taking off my underwear.
The very second I have the thought, he backs off me and moves to a stand. He’s panting as he removes my bra, then yanks me by my hips to the edge of the bed, and he peels my panties from my body. He kneels to the floor, sets my legs on his shoulders, and moves his face toward my pussy.
I nearly fall apart the second I feel his tongue on my clit, but I clutch onto the sheets because I’m not ready to give in. I’m not ready for the pleasure to stop. I can’t buckle to it when I’ve barely had a chance to enjoy it, and I know that what he’s doing will be next-level enjoyable.
He slides his tongue through my slit, and my hips buck up off the bed as I concentrate on every sweet movement of his tongue. He hums against me, the vibration sending me to another level, and I let go of the sheets to clutch onto his hair.
“Oh, God, Miller, yes!” I cry out, and hearing his name from my lips like a prayer seems to only spur him on. He sucks on my clit, then moves his tongue back inside me, moving back and forth before he concentrates on my clit a while and adds his finger inside me.
He pumps his finger in and out as he showers my clit with attention, and he reaches up with his other hand to massage one of my tits. It’s his endurance at work as he pleasures me in three separate zones at once, and as he tweaks my nipple, he sends a shot of pleasure right through to my core .
It seems to collide with the same feelings coming up from my pussy, and I fall headfirst into an intense ride of pure pleasure.
I scream and moan my way through it as it hits me with brute force, and he licks and laps his way through me as I come all over his tongue.
He moans as if he’s pulling his own pleasure from mine, as if he can hardly take how good I taste, and it makes me feel like the most powerful, most beautiful, most loved creature in the universe.
And that is ultimately what Miller Banks does for me. He makes me feel like I can do anything, like I can be anything, simply because he’s by my side. Or simply because his finger is inside me and his tongue is sucking on me, as the case may be.
I very nearly say the words. I love you .
Because I do. This is so much more than just the friendship we’ve both come to rely on. It’s what I want for my future, too.
I just don’t know how to tell him that I don’t really want this engagement to be fake anymore.
And so I don’t let the words slip out despite how close they are.
Instead, after he climbs up the bed and collapses beside me, I get onto my knees, move between his legs, and pull the button of his pants. I lower the zipper, and I reach in and pull his cock out. It’s heavy and hard as he waits patiently for me, and I don’t draw it out.
I slide my fist along his length a few times before I bend down and suck him into my mouth.
His hands are immediately in my hair as he guides my head up and down his cock.
I suck him in, and he holds me there in place a few beats.
Just when I think I might choke on him, he lets go, and I draw in a deep breath .
Listening to the moans he’s making as I suck him back is enough to spur me on to take him all the way to the back of my throat again. I slide my fist along his shaft as I go, and I move down to take his balls into my mouth as I continue to jerk him off.
“Fuck, Sophie,” he groans as I gently suck on his balls, and I feel them tighten and draw up, the sure signal he’s about to come.
I let go of his balls so I can suck his cock as he starts to come, and the hot jets hit the back of my throat. I swallow as he fills my mouth, and as the pulsing throbs start to slow, I suck the head of his cock to clean him off, and he shudders as I let go.
“Jesus Christ, that was hot,” he murmurs as I move up the bed and settle in beside him.
“Let me know when you’re ready to fuck me.”
He groans. “How the hell did I get so lucky?”
I lean up on my elbow and look at his handsome face, and a replay of the last four months runs through my mind. It all started with a breakup and a phone call, and here we are. “I was just wondering the exact same thing.”
The last four months have been full of ups and downs and even more ups, and I can’t help but wonder what the next four months and the four after that have in store for us.