Miller
Everything after her lips touched mine hit me with such force and intensity that it turned the room hazy with lust. It was a delicious blend of emotions and love that penetrated the air and touched me down to my soul.
It was an all-consuming feeling that she gave back just as good—nipping and licking my skin. My lips moved over hers, and my fingers were lost in her hair. Emma’s hands traveled to my shoulders, the firm pressure grounding me—giving me balance only she could while reminding me this was real.
A sigh left my throat, and I stepped into her, molding our bodies together as the soft kisses turned desperate. Her mouth slanted over mine, peppering my face with small nips that promised something dark and earth-shattering. I wanted to breathe her in.
Give more.
Take more.
Some benevolent force must have helped guide us because, in a blink, we were in my room. Hands roamed every available inch of skin, and we kissed and touched, rebounding off walls and furniture as we moved. I pushed myself into her, grinding my painfully hard cock against her stomach, desperate to feel her with no clothes between us.
My hands tugged at the satin fabric of her back, searching for a zipper—needing to dig my hands into her flesh just to prove to myself this was real. I found the little metallic clasp and pulled my mouth from hers, letting nothing but the sounds of our panting fill the space as we stared at each other.
The scent of peaches drenched the air as I tugged on the zip, watching with fascination as the dress slipped from her shoulders and pooled on the floor. My knees dropped to the carpet so fast I was sure there would be bruises tomorrow, but I couldn’t give a fuck.
I needed to worship every inch of her body. Starting with her pretty pink toes and working my way toward her center. She steadied herself by placing a hand on my shoulder as I removed her dress. Alternating between scratching and light touches, I slowly removed her cute slippers and kissed her ankles, wanting to prolong the pleasure as much as I could. The moans she made as I licked her knee and used my hands to push her legs apart made my cock ache.
Her cheeks were scarlet red, making the light dusting of freckles across her nose stand out. Her pupils were so dilated that the jade of her irises had been reduced to nothing more than a thin ring that stood out against her long, black lashes. The wine-colored lipstick she wore hadn’t survived our first kiss.
Good.
I wanted her to be as erratic as I was. Those honey-colored curls needed to come down, cascading over her shoulders and down her back like melted caramel. My hands itched to fist those locks—to wind them around my fingers so I could pull her even closer. I stared from my spot below her, mesmerized at her naked form, and zeroing in on the sweet spot between her thighs.
Holy fuck.
Her thighs were wet with her arousal, and my inner caveman beat his chest, knowing I was the one who did that to her.
I pressed my face against her pussy, breathing in her scent. She gasped, grasping my hair with both hands and jerking me away from the place I desperately needed to claim. I rose higher on my knees and wrapped my hands around her waist, pressing my cheek against her belly. I let my stubble scratch the sensitive skin and relished her gasps and moans as she thrust into nothing, trying to get the friction she craved.
I felt her stomach jump as she sucked in a harsh breath, the force of it making the hairs on the back of my neck stand up. “Miller?” she cooed, the sound like a lighthouse beacon to my hurricane. Her voice dragged me back to the present as her nails continued their journey along my face and scalp.
I mumbled praises into her belly, not ready to let her go, but her brain seemed to be on a different track than mine. She tugged, and I raised my head to meet her eyes, my hands digging into the soft flesh of her ass.
“Stand up, baby.” The term of endearment was music to my ears, and I struggled to form a rational thought as she smiled, looking at me with so much love and adoration I was sure if I tried to stand, my knees would buckle.
“I believe there’s a big favor I need to return to you.”
As she sank to her knees in front of me, our eyes were level again. I sighed and shook my head. This was about showing her I could be what she needed—what she deserved. As if she read my thoughts, she pressed her warm, soft lips to mine. Reassuring me when I was supposed to be the one doing that to her.
I pulled away—just long enough to get the words out. “You are the only woman to ever put me on my knees. And I love being on my knees for you.”
My voice was harsh and deep, and while she stared at me with her lips slightly parted, I deepened the kiss, pushing my tongue into her mouth and moaning when she caressed it with her own.
Caressed was not the right word.
No, she was thrusting her tongue into my mouth while giving me alternating nips, licks, and sucks. She was doing to my mouth what I needed to do to her entire body.
In the short time since I’d felt her lips on mine, I’d forgotten the taste of her. Warm and perfect. I’d been out of my mind thinking I’d never feel that mouth on me. It took more time than I cared to admit for me to kiss her back. Her skin was hot under my palms, and I trailed them over every inch of skin I could find. I needed her.
Right fucking now.
One of her hands rose from my waist and gripped my cock through my pants. I hissed, pushing myself into her and groaning as our lips broke apart. I tilted my head back as she palmed me. The sensation of her small hand gripping me was perfect. There was something so primal about the way she touched me—like she was craving me as much as I was her. I loved it—and her.
Always her.
I put my hands on her elbows and tried to pull her up, but she was having none of that.
“You’re giving me a complex, you know?” she said, grinning before dragging her bottom lip between her teeth again. “I want to feel you in my mouth. Want you to trace your cock along my lips.”
If this was a dream, I never wanted to wake up.
I tried to convince myself this wouldn’t be the best head I’d ever had, and we could revisit my dick in her mouth later, but my body was unwilling to comply. She squeezed me tighter and grinned before leaning forward and nuzzling her face along my cock.
“Take your pants off.”
I closed my eyes and pulled in a breath at her words. She stayed focused on my fingers as I slowly unbuckled my belt and popped the button of my pants. I heard her swallow as I lowered the zipper and stepped out of my clothes, baring myself to her from the waist down. Not trusting myself to touch her yet, so I focused on unbuttoning my shirt. With every button I slipped out of its hole, she came closer. Surely, she wasn’t trying to kill me, right?
On the first button, she nuzzled her lips along the head of my cock, and on the second, her pink tongue darted out to lick the bead of pre-come on the slit. The third button had her lightly grasping my cock and licking the vein underneath. One hand acted on its own violation and threaded in her hair. I tugged the clip out, letting it fall to the floor and fisting that hand in her curls.
She moaned as I struggled to get the fourth button open. I tugged on the fucking thing as she sucked the head of my cock into her mouth.
“Fucking yes,” I hissed, clenching my stomach to keep from thrusting. She slowly took me to the back of her throat, and I groaned as I felt the wet heat of her mouth. By the time I finally made it to the fifth and final button, she’d trailed the hand not holding my cock down to my balls. She cupped them as I squeezed my eyes closed in pleasure.
She went deeper, and the sounds she made while taking my cock in her mouth sent shivers down my spine. I shrugged my shirt off and fisted both hands into her hair.
She gasped and sucked her cheeks in against the length of my cock. “Jesus, Emma. That fucking mouth,” was all I could manage as my hips thrust slowly. She closed her eyes and took me farther, squeezing her mouth against me and relaxing her throat enough for me to slip inside.
Her hand left my balls, and she pinched her nipple, moaning around me as my eyebrows shot to the ceiling.
“You like that? Getting turned on with my cock in your mouth?”It was fantastic to be wanted. To be desired. As she sucked and licked my cock, the thought that she was getting turned on by sucking me off had my balls drawing up and my self-control in tatters.
“So fucking good. So good,” I rasped softly. “Could you take a little more for me?”
I rocked a little farther into her mouth, and she dug both hands into my ass, moaning around me. The faster she moved, the harder I got, and the louder her noises became. My fingertips gripped the back of her head as I watched her hollow her cheeks.
“I’m going to come,” I said, blinking rapidly to clear my head. She shook her head and doubled down, causing me to see stars. “Stop—”
Her eyes snapped open, and she pulled away, the suction of her wet mouth making the most delicious sound as she did.
“You really want me to stop?” she asked in a low whisper.
I smiled and released her hair, trailing my fingers along her cheek. She had a look of utter contentment on her face, but that wasn’t enough. Not nearly.
I longed to see her lose control. To give me everything she had. To let me break her apart, only to mold her back together.
“After telling you I love you, Emma, the only place I want to come is your pussy,” I replied darkly, keeping my attention focused on her and loving the slow blush that crept up her neck. “There are things I need to say. Things I need to do to you.”
I tugged her to her feet, and she pressed herself against me, wrapping her arms around my waist and leaning into my neck. Her hot breath caressed my skin before I felt her tongue dart out to lick my pulse point. I hissed, bucking my hips into her, and she used my enthusiastic reply to suck on the sensitive skin of my neck.
Good.
Bite it. Mark it. Claim it. Let me show the world who I belong to. I’d proudly wear any mark she gave me.
She let go and raised her head to look at me. I was graced with the breathtaking view of her swollen lips and scarlet cheeks. Those pink and supple lips were arched in a smile, making her jade eyes glow in the dim space.
“You’ve made the happiest man, Emma,” I said, ghosting my lips against her face.
“I never dreamed it was possible to be this happy,” she replied, as the goofiest grin appeared on my face, and she tugged me down the hallway and toward her bedroom. She stepped confidently into the room, crawling on top of the comforter and giving me a delicious peek of her ass in the air.
The sight of her on her knees, with her pretty pink pussy glistening from between her legs, had my mouth watering. In a second, I was on her, climbing to the middle of the bed to kiss up her ankles, calves, and thighs. I spread her legs slowly and settled into the middle for the second time tonight.
“No. No. No,” she panted, fisting my hair just as I descended on her needy clit. “I want. I need. Miller—” Her words were broken, short syllables as she tugged and pulled on my hair hard enough for me to see stars. I raised my brows in question, and she wrapped one leg around me, pushing me closer.
I sat up, covering her body with mine as she chanted my name and words of adoration. Her thighs opened wider as I settled myself between them, kissing her collarbone and the sensitive place just below her earlobe. My cock bumped against her clit, and she hissed, so I repeated the movement until she gripped my shoulders, digging her nails into the flesh.
“Enough. Fuck me. Just like this. Let me feel every inch of you bare.”
My mouth formed a silent O, and it took me three additional seconds to snap my jaw closed as I registered what she asked.
“You want that, Emma?” I asked, barely letting the head of my cock graze her entrance before pulling back and letting it glide along her slit again.
“Yes. So much. With you. Only with you.”
I sank inside her oh-so-slowly, knowing I wanted to prolong the feeling of nothing between us. We gasped together as her hands grabbed my back, and I rested my head in the crook of her neck.
“Never felt anything this good, baby,” I groaned, pulling out an inch before pushing back in.
“Move, Miller. I need you to move.”
I kept myself still for just a moment, but she wasn’t having any of that. Her hips wiggled slightly, and she whimpered as I propped myself on my elbows and pulled almost all the way out. My hips snapped against her, then I slowly dragged myself out before I thrust in harder and deeper, making the headboard slam against the wall.
“Yes. Like that,” she said, as I coaxed more of those erotic whimpers and moans from her lips.
“What have you done to me?” I asked as I picked up the pace, each thrust causing us both to moan. I pulled my head back to look at her, needing to drink in every expression as we moved.
“Fell in love with you,” she answered, arching her back so our chests pressed together, and I felt her hard nipples against me. My restraint snapped, and my eyes widened. I couldn’t continue at this pace. Not with her words and the way we fit together. I needed to go hard and fast and fuck her until she filled every spot within my soul. Our eyes connected, and she nodded like she could hear the words in my head.
“Do it. Let me feel you. Give me everything, Miller.”
Fuck. This girl.
“Are you sure?” I said through gritted teeth, needing her to understand what she was giving me permission for.
“I want to feel you when I walk tomorrow. With every step I take, I want to know it was you. Us. What we are together.”
I sucked in a harsh breath and removed one elbow from beside her, grabbing her thigh so she could wrap that leg around me and open her legs wider.
Then I began. Fucking her. Loving her. Claiming her.
It was blinding. Invigorating. The pace I set. Her cries and gasps spurred me to the punishing rhythm as my hips pumped against her—filling her completely and then leaving her empty before slamming back harder than before. Our moans turned to grunts and pants as we held on through the impact of my thrusts, and when my mind was clear enough through the haze of her that I wondered if it was too rough, my girl slid her other thigh up and over my waist. Her heels dug into my ass as she clung to me, and I felt the heat rolling off her body in waves.
“Love you. So fucking much. Mine. My everything. Emma,” I panted, trailing one hand up her torso to rest on her throat. I needed to feel her pulse leap under my touch—longing to feel the physical hold she had over me.
“Oh. Yes. Please.” She grasped the wrist that lightly clamped around her neck and squeezed. My eyes widened as she shook her head, quickening the pace of her hips to match my thrusts.
“Is this what you want? Like this, yeah?” My cock stretched her, and I lowered my head, almost pressing our noses together. Our eyes locked as our movements caused the headboard to continue to slam against the wall. The sound spurred me on, and she threw her head back as I lowered my thumb from her pulse point to put my lips on her neck.
My teeth nipped at the spot where her pulse thrummed beneath her skin. The heavy sounds of our breathing, matched with the force of the bed moving, sent her over the edge, and her mouth opened, but no sounds came out. I felt her pussy fluttering around me and struggled to keep going, determined to see her through this orgasm and give her another.
Her pussy was like a vise gripping me, and I groaned, pulling away from her neck to study her face as she broke.
“Fucking hell, Emma. Going to die like this. Buried in you—”
“Where you belong,” she finished, her face flushed and her fingers scraping along my arms. I pressed a kiss to her lips and fitted one arm underneath her as she arched into me. I was holding her weight with the hand wrapped under her and used the other to keep the gentle pressure on her throat. I felt her swallow and willed myself to slow down—to focus on the aftershocks of her pussy fluttering around me.
“Miller.”
My lips crashed against hers, and we shared the most passionate, intense kiss. We were on the same wavelength, sharing the same thoughts, and knowing we’d entered uncharted territory. But it didn’t matter, because we were in it together. The memory of this night would be scorched in my brain for eternity.
I set a new pace, slow and deliberate, feeling her walls clench around me as I pulled out of her and pushed back in, adjusting my arm so I could look down and watch my cock slide deep inside her.
“Just like that,” she said, repeating the phrase once, twice, three times before grasping the hand around her throat. I let go and threaded my fingers with hers, lifting her arm above her head as I turned my attention to her breasts. I sucked on one and then the other until her nipples were taut and wet. My tongue lapped at her tits, and I used the tip to trace around the edge, watching as goose bumps appeared in my wake.
“Spread your legs a little wider, baby. I need you deeper. Need to feel you everywhere.” She complied and hissed in a breath as the angle changed.
“Perfect. So fucking perfect for me,” I rasped, my body beginning to shake with the intensity of us.
“Want you. Need you,” she answered, gripping my hand tighter and using the other to pull my hair and bring our lips together again.
“You have me, Emma. Ready to let go, baby? Ready to come on this cock?”
“Yes. Ready.”
“Say it,” I said, gritting my teeth as she broke away from my mouth.
“I want to come on your cock. Let me, Miller.”
“Fuck. Come for me.”
I hit a spot so deep inside her I thought I’d black out from the pleasure that zipped down my spine and exploded throughout my body. It was rough, beautiful, and everything I could ever imagine. We were a force of nature together. She was the beacon in my storm, driving me crazy, making me lose my mind, and then bringing me back to the center.
I adored everything about her. I loved everything about her. My hips bucked and jerked as I came in her. The thought of marking her inside and out satisfied some deep, primal urge I felt down to my bones. My eyes trailed over her face, assessing her features as my hips slowed.
Her expression was somewhere between euphoria and bewilderment—almost as if she was looking at me like she’d never seen me up close. I released her hand and pulled my other hand from underneath her, placing my elbows beside her head. Feather-light touches grazed my arms and back, and I closed my eyes and rested my head in the crook of her neck, exhausted and content.
“I love you.” It was nothing more than a murmur. A low whisper she breathed with her voice trembling with emotions. My heart thundered in my chest, slamming against my ribs so hard it felt like it could burst from my body.
“I love you too, Emma.”
Hearing her words again eased all my fears. My doubts dissolved into thin air, and I vowed we would spend this day forward without a shadow of doubt between us. We’d live for each other, building a life around our love and sharing it with our family. I moved my right hand down the small of her back, pushing her closer to me. Her eyes glowed, reflecting the love I felt, and I leaned down to the shell of her ear.
“You’re my future.” My face was lost among her curls, but I’d gladly suffocate in them if it meant continuing to feel her palms dance along my chest.
“Where do we go from here?” she asked, whispering the words like she was afraid of the answer. There was no room for faulty intentions or messing around. We were too good together to ever let anything come between us. I slowly pulled out of her, and we groaned as I lay on my side and pulled her close.
“A date, to start. I want to take you out as mine. Send you flowers on random Tuesdays and text you heart emojis.”
She propped her chin on my chest and turned her head to meet my eyes. “A date?”
“Yes. Perhaps even two or three. I’m never letting you go.”
“Good,” she said, wrapping her hand around my waist. “Because you made me a promise.”
“Damn right, I did, Emma. A promise I intend to keep as long as you’ll have me.”
She smiled one of those full-wattage, addicting, Emma James smiles that lit me up from the inside out and filled my heart with so much happiness it felt like it would burst.
“How about we start with forever?”
I returned her smile, letting it light up every dark space inside of me. There was only one thing to say, the thing I’d wanted to say for longer than I’d care to admit.
“Forever sounds perfect, baby.”
The End