31. Veronica
31
Veronica
M y body ignites the moment Miles’s lips crash against mine, an all-consuming fire I couldn’t extinguish even if I wanted to. But why would I? I’m done denying that this isn’t something I want.
I’ve kissed my fair share of men, even one I thought was my forever. But this? This is different. It’s more than just a kiss—it’s raw, desperate, and overwhelmingly intense, almost as if he needs to claim every inch of me before all of this disappears. But I can promise I’m no Cinderella, and there’s no clock striking midnight to scare me away. I want this—I want him—every heated, breathtaking second of it.
It’s intoxicating, or rather he’s intoxicating. His passion isn’t just something I feel; it’s something being seared into my soul, leaving a mark I know I’ll never shake. This moment will be a part of me forever, and I’m completely okay with that.
With one hand cradling my neck, his other lands on my waist as he pulls me into him. Needing to center myself, I let my arms drape over his shoulders, my fingers immediately tightening in the soft hair at the nape of his neck.
His tongue traces the seam of my lips, silently begging for entry, which I happily oblige, savoring every inch and touch that he offers me, especially given how hard I’ve had to work for this.
Maybe getting someone to kiss you shouldn’t be a battle, and under normal circumstances, I’d wholeheartedly agree. But right now? With his lips devouring mine as though he’s been equally starved for this moment, and the electric pull radiating through every inch of my body, I couldn’t care less about what I should or shouldn’t allow. All that matters is how this man makes me feel, and how I’ll do whatever it takes to uncover more of him. If this is how he kisses, I just know he knows how to fuck.
Wrapping my legs around his middle, I pull him into me, needing to feel pressure on my aching center. He complies, moving even closer, as the hand by my cheek dips lower, gliding over my clothed chest before palming me through the thin fabric of my top. I press myself into his touch, moaning into his mouth.
His hand sinks even lower as his lips leave mine, peppering a trail of kisses along my neck and jawline. I’m not even sure which sensation to focus on. I’m obsessed with the way his lips feel as they work their magic, but it’s hard to ignore the sensation of his hand sliding under my shirt before moving back up. I’m sure I deserve to be tortured, considering how I came in here openly teasing him, but it’s clear this man knows exactly what he’s doing as his hand moves achingly slow toward my breast.
No one can say I didn’t come prepared, as I purposely chose to go braless. It might not have been fair to use my body like this, but I’m desperate for him, and that desperation is likely obvious as I unconsciously whimper, my head tipping back as his lips continue their trail upward as his hand cups my breast. I strain, arching my back into it.
I don’t have the time to be embarrassed. I’m way too engrossed in the way his hand moves over my sensitive skin before he runs his fingers over my pebbled nipple, simultaneously nibbling on my ear lobe before pulling back.
My body wants to cry at the loss of contact. While a part of me spirals into panic, fearing he might be having second thoughts, he instead reaches down, gently lifting my top over my head. I willingly oblige, raising my arms.
I’m ready for him to get back to business, but instead, his eyes take me in as he runs his tongue across his bottom lip. “So damn perfect,” he compliments. Maybe with anyone else, I’d feel shy and self-conscious, but not with him. If anything, I can’t help but feel pride in the fact that Miles fucking Bennett thinks I’m perfect. Leaning forward, he presses his lips to my now freed nipple, running his tongue over it before giving it a light nip, his free hand palming the other.
I lean back on the counter, pressing myself toward his mouth, savoring the way his tongue works so expertly on my nipple. My legs cling to his middle even tighter before he switches sides, giving the other breast equal attention. The possibility of me coming from this alone feels incredibly real, but I’m not given enough time to test the theory as his mouth moves down my body, taking his time as he peppers kisses along my skin.
Despite my desire to completely immerse myself in the moment, I find myself unable to resist the urge to open my eyes and meet his captivating icy-blue gaze as he reaches the top of my shorts.
“Miles,” I whine, my lower half unconsciously writhing, needing him to go lower, and I don’t even care if he hears the distress in my voice. I need him, and I need him now.
One of his rare smiles crosses his lips as he slips his fingers into the sides of my shorts, lowering them down my legs, until I’m completely bare to him. He carelessly tosses them onto the kitchen floor.
“Fuck, Veronica. Who knew my wife had such a perfect, and pretty little pussy? And it’s soaking wet just for me,” he murmurs appreciatively, taking me in before lowering his head between my thighs. Instead of giving me what I want right away, he takes his time, lavishing attention on the sensitive skin of my thighs before thankfully getting dangerously close to my aching center, which is all but begging for attention.
“Please, Miles,” I cry out once more, desperate for relief.
“Oh, don’t worry. I fully intend to satisfy my wife tonight, but first, I need you to tell me what you want me to do,” he commands.
I’m more impatient than ever, but I’m also willing to give him what he wants, as long as he’s just as willing to give me what I want in return. Luckily, he doesn’t fully keep me waiting. His lips trail up my thigh, inching closer to where I need him most, his eyes never leaving mine.
“I want you to lick my pussy. I want you to make me come with that perfect mouth of yours.” I give in, not caring how pathetically desperate I sound, even to my own ears, because it’s the truth. It’s exactly what I want—no, what I need him to do.
“Your wish is my command,” he murmurs, delivering on that promise as he flattens his tongue and runs it along my achingly wet seam. My body reacts instantly, far too eager as I involuntarily thrust toward his face.
“So greedy.” He chuckles, his voice deep and velvety smooth. “But I like a greedy woman who knows what she wants. And I fully intend to be the one to give it to her. Hell, while you’re mine, I’m going to make sure I ruin you forever, so if anyone else so much as thinks they can make you feel this good, you’ll always think of me.” Then his mouth is on me, taking my clit between his lips, and my body arches off the counter as a loud moan escapes past my lips.
I’m not surprised that he knows exactly how to use that mouth and tongue of his, sucking and twirling it against the sensitive bud. Maybe it was just something hot to say to get me even more riled up, but I’m pretty sure he’s doing exactly what he promised—ruining me. No one has ever made me come this undone, and I don’t know how anyone else ever will.
I may be greedy in my desire as he continues to fuck me with his mouth and tongue, but luckily, he seems just as needy. His hands grip my bare ass, pulling me even closer. I tangle one hand in his soft, thick hair while using the other to steady myself against the counter, my hips bucking in time with his hungry, demanding mouth.
“Fuck, Vee,” he whispers into my lips. “You taste so sweet and so much better than I even imagined.” Before I can respond his tongue moves down to my core. This time, he dips it inside me while one hand slides forward, his thumb creating a perfect rhythm against my throbbing clit.
I wish I had the ability to say something smart or sexy, but all I can manage is another loud, satisfied moan as he continues his work. This time, he switches it up. While his lips once again capture my small nub, his fingers trail along my drenched slit before shoving one finger inside.
“Oh, God, Miles,” I swear, but instead of sounding like a curse, it comes out as pure adoration. I was right—this man knows what he’s doing.
He seems to appreciate the encouragement, rewarding me by sucking harder and adding another finger. Then with effortless precision he curls his fingers toward my stomach and a feeling I’ve never quite experienced before erupts inside me. Never in my life has a man made me feel this good, and Miles has done it both quickly and effortlessly. A part of me wishes I could hold on longer, if only to make this moment last forever, but I can’t take it anymore. I give in, surrendering completely, my hips thrusting toward his mouth and touch.
Sounds I’m not sure I’ve ever made before escape, mixed with a few choice curse words and his name, as I ride out the most intense orgasm of my entire life. Instead of taking this as his cue to stop, he keeps going, pumping his fingers in and out of me while his mouth continues its relentless assault, thankfully not slowing down or letting up.
I finally make it over the edge, coming down from the highest of highs, my body turning into jelly. He may have done the majority of the work, but I still find myself needing to recover as my heart pounds against my chest.
Yet even after a job well done, he doesn’t pull away. He stays, carefully licking up every last drop of what I’ve given him, savoring the taste of me.
“Hopefully that met your standards,” he says, his hands drifting slowly up from my backside. One hand steadies me at the waist, while the other supports my neck, his thumb once again brushing soft circles against my cheek. “Can’t have my wife thinking her husband doesn’t know how to satisfy her.”
I’m sure the smirk on his lips means he’s only teasing, but the way he says wife sends another spark straight to my core. There’s something about that word—coming from him, attached to me—that ignites something I can’t ignore. It feels possessive in the best way, even if it’s not something I should take to heart. Yes, I’m his wife, but for how long?
“You more than met my standards. No complaints here,” I assure him, as I gather the energy to lean forward, pressing my lips to his, tasting the salty sweetness of myself on his mouth. “Now, hopefully, I can show my gratitude by making you feel just as good,” I whisper against him, my hands sliding to the bottom of his T-shirt before lifting it.
I’ve seen him shirtless many times before, especially during our beach trips, but the thought of being able to touch and explore him with my lips and fingers brings a new level of excitement as I fully admire his muscular upper body.
I waste no time placing a hand on top of his pec while hungrily pressing my lips into his once again. I part his mouth with mine as my tongue slips into his. I take full advantage of where we’re at as I run my hand over his defined six-pack, appreciating the individuality of each separate muscle, while my other hand moves to the back of his neck, entwining my fingers into the hair at the nape.
He seems just as happy to let this happen as he moves in closer, allowing my hand to continue its journey south as I feel those sexy-ass V-shaped muscles, almost like a beacon, guiding me toward where I know we both want me to explore.
Or at least I assume it’s what he wants since he doesn’t stop me as my hand slips beneath his pair of gray sweatpants and boxer briefs. Unsurprisingly, his cock is stiff and completely ready for me.
“Fuck,” he curses into my mouth before pulling away, his head falling back in pure ecstasy. I take this moment to let my lips explore the scratchy, unshaven part of his neck while my hand continues its exploration. I grip him in my hands, taking in both his girth and length.
“We need a condom,” he finally says, since it’s clear we’re both on the same page with our wants and needs. “Come here,” he impatiently urges, wrapping his arms tightly around my back as I release my grip on his cock and encircle his neck with both arms, and my legs around his waist.
With ease, and his hands supporting my ass, he carries me toward his bedroom. We may be close, my bare skin pressed against his, but I need more as I press my lips against his before once again trailing them down his jawline and planting heated kisses at the hollow of his neck.
Thankfully, his apartment isn’t large, so the short distance from the kitchen to his bedroom feels almost effortless. Even with one hand on the knob, he easily hauls me inside, as if nothing could stop him from carrying out this mission. While I would be fine being tossed around, he doesn’t drop me. Instead, he carefully lowers me onto the soft mattress.
I’m more than ready to let him ravage my body, but takes things much slower as he pulls back, his eyes reverently taking me in as his gaze wanders across each and every curve. It soon becomes my turn to marvel as I prop myself up on my elbows while he finally reaches down to lower his sweats and boxers, his gorgeous cock springing free, and I involuntarily run my tongue along my lip.
I want to taste him and let him fuck my mouth, but it seems he has other plans as he crawls over me, pressing more heated kisses to my lips before once again pulling back. Seemingly no longer in the mood to torture me or make me wait, he reaches into his bedside dresser and pulls out a condom. He clearly knows what he’s doing, ripping it open with his teeth, and sheathing himself in record time.
“Tell me you want this, because once I start, I don’t think I can stop,” he says, as he hovers over me, his eyes searching mine.
“I want this. Take me, Miles. Make me yours. Ruin me forever,” I say, fully giving in, not caring if that’s exactly what will happen. All that matters is us, here and now.
My words don’t seem to scare him off as his eyes darken and he presses his lips against mine. Needing to feel the closeness I desperately crave, I wrap my legs around his back as he lines himself up against my entrance.
“Miles,” I beg, my voice coming out way more whiny than I’d like, but I mean it. I need him—now.
Finally, he pushes himself inside me with a loud groan and I match his movement with a thrust of my hips and a loud cry. I can feel him stretching my walls as he fills every last inch of me.
We both seem to be filled with a similar desperation as I meet each of his thrusts, rolling my hips into his. It makes sense, after how long the two of us have tried to fight and deny the fact that this is something we’ve both needed for a while, and clearly for good reason.
As cheesy as it sounds, my body feels as though it was made for him, filled with unrelenting pleasure as he continues to thrust in and out of me, my nails digging into his shoulder blades.
“Miles,” I cry out over and over. Normally, it’s not necessarily my style to be so loud and vocal, but damn, this man knows how to work my body, especially as he pulls back just enough to sink one of his hands between us, his thumb brushing against my clit.
“Oh my God,” I moan loudly.
“No God here, just me.” He proudly smirks, which, coming from him, is incredible, especially given his usual serious demeanor. “That’s it, beautiful. Keep taking my cock so fucking well, like it was made just for you,” he pants, thrusting again and again.
I want to tell him that he’s right, but I don’t have it in me. I can only reply with another loud moan, somehow encouraging his movements even more. I want to drag this out longer, especially after already receiving one amazing orgasm from him, but my body certainly appreciates his as I feel myself getting close again. As my back lifts off the bed, my nails claw perfect little moon-shaped dents deep into his back, while my other hand digs into the sheets.
I cry out his name once more as a powerful orgasm consumes my body, intense wave after wave rippling through me, culminating until he gives one last thrust and releases himself with a satisfied groan.
It seems to take us both a few extra moments to recover as we come back down to earth. While I half-expect him to roll off, his gaze drops to mine, his blue eyes softening as he leans down, his lips brushing my forehead with a feather-light touch before he finally rolls over.
“Well, fuck,” he curses, the words heavy with exhaustion as he lets himself fall onto the mattress beside me.
“No regrets though, right?” I ask, my hand falling to my chest, where my heart plays a frantic rhythm against my ribs.
“How could I ever regret something that felt like that ?” he asks, turning his head to look at me, and God, he’s gorgeous.
I reach over with my free hand and brush a piece of his sweat-soaked hair away from his eyes. “Just making sure I didn’t freak you out or anything.”
“It’s gonna take a lot more than that to freak me out. Plus, maybe you were right. If something can feel this good, why fight it? It’s only temporary, right?”
The joy I’d been riding just moments ago slips away, deflating like a balloon with a slow leak. I do my best to keep the ache from showing on my face—it’s not like this isn’t what I’d just agreed to.
“Yep. It’s only temporary,” I agree, my voice heavy with heartbreak, as I lie back on the bed and stare at his popcorn ceiling.
As he rolls out of bed to deal with the condom, I sink back into the pillows, shaking my head as I scold myself. This is only temporary , I try to remind my foolish heart, repeating the words over and over like a much-needed mantra. But even as I do, the weight of them feels like a lie. If I’m not careful, I’ll break the promise I made to Blair—and to myself—and actually fall for Miles Bennett.
Unfortunately it’s becoming obvious that maybe it’s already happened, as that newfound realization hits me like a tidal wave, knocking the air from my lungs. Somewhere along the way, I let my guard down, and the impossible happened. I’ve fallen for my best friend’s brother, and it’s only a matter of time before that hard truth leaves me with yet another broken heart.