Chapter 15 - Miles
MILES
Fuck me, I love summer.
Summer is the season of beautiful women in flimsy blouses and short skirts and sandals.
Fuck that—I don’t care about other women anymore.
Summer is the season of Aria in flimsy blouses with no bra underneath and short skirts and sandals and cotton panties with innocent little flowers on them.
It’s the season of long, languid days when business is slow—I used to hate that business was slow in the summer.
Fuck that guy who obsessed about signing clients and structuring deals. I feel sorry for that guy.
Past Miles had no idea that one summer evening that slender, magical goddess in a bikini who asked him if he was okay would make him feel more okay than he’s ever felt in his life.
Past Miles didn’t even allow himself to imagine what this would feel like—to have Aria slide down the front of his body while staring up at him, unzipping his jeans as she lowers herself to her knees.
Present Miles is dying to fill her pretty little mouth with his big, hard cock, especially when he knows she’s fantasized about it.
Future Miles is going to forgive me for lifting this gorgeous woman back up off the floor—because he won’t be filled with regret about exploding in her mouth the second her sassy pink tongue touched the tip of it.
Instead—that guy is going to be proud of the fact that I kiss her hard. So hard she can’t catch her breath. So hard she starts making little kitten noises while she sucks on my tongue like it’s giving her life.
Future Miles is going to be Happy Miles.
Because that guy spent all night fucking Aria Cross.
I lift her up by her sweet ass and carry her down the hall to the staircase. Finally feeling her legs wrap around my waist. Finally feeling her perky nipples pressing against my bare chest as she peppers frantic kisses all over my face while I carry her.
I’ve had so many forgettable Saturday nights these past few years. Winter, spring, summer, and fall. But I am going to remember every single second of this night with this woman. Even though it feels like a dream, I am wide awake. Senses heightened. Adrenaline surging.
I can’t even wait to get her to my bedroom. Fuck the bed. I lower her perfect ass to the stairs, tear my shirt off. She leans back on her elbows, and I see God again.
I still have so many questions.
Was I ever really alive before tonight?
Did I really waste my mouth and my tongue on any activity other than going to town on her beautiful tits?
Am I hallucinating, or have her breasts doubled in size since she got here?
Swollen and aching for me, but still so jaunty and fun.
They’re the happiest, most fun tits I’ve ever roughed up with my stubble.
Can I really spend three hours giving these tits a tongue bath? I would like to. But not right now.
There are so many other things I need to do to so many other parts of her.
I need to kiss my way down her flat abs, and then I need to press my mouth against her clit over these panties.
I need to blow warm breath and suck on it through the cotton.
I need to yank those panties down to her ankles and watch her tits jiggle as she kicks them off and then opens her legs for me like a good little girl.
I need to massage her foot and kiss that toe ring.
I need to kiss my way up the inside of her leg, and then I need to make her come harder than that little purple thing did, with my mouth and my tongue and my fingers.
I need to lap at her pussy and fuck her with my tongue and mentally record the sound she makes because I don’t believe I will ever hear a sexier song than this.
I don’t believe she has ever hit such a high note for any other man, and she never will.
Fuck you, James. I am the musical director of this pussy.
When she starts crying out that it’s too much, when she’s bucking around, I know that I need to turn her over. Now she’s kneeling on one step and holding on to a higher one for dear life. Soaking wet and quivering. I need to give that ass a little spank and tongue-fuck her again until she screams.
I hold on to her tight so she doesn’t fall.
I hold on to her tight because now that I’m allowing myself to touch her, there is no other way to hold on to her.
Like she’s mine.
Like I’ll never let go.
Her pussy is not some enchanted paradise I want to visit once and then return to my regular life.
I want to live here. I will work remotely from here, and then I’ll do the regular life thing when I’m looking after my daughter, I guess—I’ll figure it out later.
I’m losing my mind up in here, and I don’t want it back.
When she is limp and panting, I wipe my mouth with the back of my hand and pick her up again.
“God damn you,” she whispers, unable to hold her head up.
A rave review if I ever heard one.
When I place her at the end of the bed, I catch her when she starts to fall backward. I remove that blouse and fold it properly before setting it on my dresser. I hear her giggling. “What? I didn’t even button it up before folding it.”
“Super chill, brah.”
I turn around and toss the blouse at her. I take off my jeans and socks and just leave them there on the floor. “How do ya like that?”
“Oh my God, who even are you right now?”
I groan and take a moment to steady myself because it suddenly strikes me that Aria is completely naked on my bed.
Leaning back on her hands, crossing her ankles, pointing her toes.
Long, blond waves tumble from the crown of her head, cascading over her shoulders.
Bedhead. And I haven’t even bedded her yet.
Who even am I right now?
I am the man who is struggling to refrain from dropping to his knees and weeping with gratitude.
She grins at me. She’s getting her energy back. “Am I going to have to fuck myself over here, or are you finally going to do something with that monster erection in your underpants?”
Filthy. The sassy, filthy things that come out of that pretty songbird’s mouth.
Time to get back to paradise.
I grab a foil packet from the bedside drawer. “Yeah, let’s get this over with,” I deadpan.
She crawls across the mattress and takes the condom from me. “Allow me to do the honors.”
“As you wish.”
She gasps, and her eyes light up. “Please tell me you like that movie.”
“Everyone likes that movie.”
She looks so pleased with me right now, and I have no idea if it’s because we’re about to have sex or because I like The Princess Bride.
Also, I don’t care—because we’re about to have sex.
She slips her fingers inside the waistband of my boxer briefs and gently pulls the elastic away from my pelvis, peering inside, eyes wide, mouth in the shape of an “o” like she’s opening a gift box with a puppy inside.
I let my underwear drop to the floor as she carefully frees my so-called monster erection.
She strokes the shaft and kisses the tip before rolling the condom on, and fucking hell, this is the best Saturday night in the history of summer nights.
She lies back and lifts one leg to rest her ankle on my shoulder, and I didn’t even have to ask.
I grip her tiny waist with one hand, place the tip of my cock at her entrance, and suck in a breath before pushing in.
It’s tight and wet and so warm and welcoming, and I don’t know if I or any other mere mortal deserves to feel this good, but Jesus I want to deserve this.
Aria makes the most erotic hissing sound and then gasps when I’m in as far as I can go.
I bend down to kiss her, because I haven’t kissed her enough.
Not nearly enough. She is so flexible, her leg bends back along with me.
I moan into her mouth, and she indulges me by kissing me as deeply as I need to be kissed, for a matter of seconds or minutes. I don’t even know what time is anymore.
Then she rocks her hips, silently reminding me that she didn’t come here to fuck herself, and just that small motion unhinges me. There will be no more punishing or indulging. No more edging. No more not-fucking.
“You want me to fuck you with my monster erection, Aria?”
“Yesssss. It feels so good, Miles.”
“Nothing has ever felt this good. Do you know how wet you are right now?”
“Yeah. Just for you.”
“You’re only like this for me?”
“This is what I’m like for you.”
“I like it.” God damn, I’m ramming into her so hard, and she can take it. I pull out of her without warning. It’s cruel and I hate it and she whimpers, but it’s necessary. “Get on your hands and knees, baby. I need to see that ass.”
She obliges. “You like my ass, don’t you?”
“I fucking love it.” I give one round cheek a little spank.
She shudders. “I love every part of you, but this right here…” I sink my teeth into that soft flesh, licking and sucking and kissing it all over because that’s how much I love it.
“This is the best.” Then I penetrate her pussy from behind, wrap her hair around one fist, and grip her hip while I slam into her.
She cries out, begging me not to stop, and I’m not going to. Not yet.
She calls out my name so many times, and it’s so beautiful. My name on her lips, it’s almost as hot as her lips on the tip of my cock. Almost.
’Twas brillig in the what and the where and the fuck.
Fuck, I’m gonna come.
Fuck.
“Fuck. Aria.”
She’s too busy coming for the fourth or fifth time tonight to care that I’m about to release three years’ worth of white-hot, moody lawyer semen into the condom.
When she feels it, she presses her ass against me and holds still, waiting for me to collapse onto her back.
I see stars, and I’m as expansive as the ocean. I feel nothing and everything. There’s no word I can give to this feeling, so I’ll call it Aria. It’s Aria. I’m as satisfied as I’ve ever been for about ten seconds, and then I’m filled with longing to do that all over again.
I brush her hair to one side and kiss the back of her shoulder, her neck. I bury my face in her hair. I will make love to her, slow and sweet. I will fuck her in the shower, and then I will braid her hair before we fall asleep, because I’m good at braiding hair and it will look nice and pretty.
And one day I’m going to let her do that thing she fantasizes about doing to me, because that sounds really fun too.