Kneel
“Good morning,” I mumbled, glancing to the other side of my bed, wincing at the bright light, a slow yawn escaping me. Fingers rubbing at the corners of my eyes, I registered the time on my nightstand.
A muffled “Good morning” came from the pillow. My sister slowly lifted her head. “God, what time is it?” she asked.
“Eight.”
“Oh.” She smiled softly, her voice drowsy. “Just another ten minutes and I promise I’ll go.”
“Yeah,” I breathed, pulling the sheets over my head to completely cover myself. “Just another ten minutes.”
And while you might have expected to find someone else in my bed instead of my sister, trust me, I was just as disappointed.
Planetarium…that’s where we left off. Wow, just the thought of it makes my cheeks burn. If Jo wasn’t here right now, I’d be pleasuring myself this very second. I mean, ideally, Miles would be here, doing all the work, but, sadly, that wasn’t how the story went.
So, back to the observatory.
If you were wondering whether we ever finished the show? Nope, we didn’t. The only thing that reached the finish line last night was me.
We got a cab home, impatiently waiting through the entire nineteen-minute drive to get out of the car and into one of our bedrooms, rip our clothes off, and then, well…fuck each other senseless until we both couldn’t even say the word ‘fuck’ anymore.
Sneaking past my mother’s garden, Miles grasped my wrist and pulled me closer, pressing me against his body.
“What are you doing?” I giggled as his firm hands cradled the back of my head and he leaned in to kiss me. I reached for him, framing his face. “We’ll get…” I whispered against his lips, drinking him softly, inhaling his warm breath, “…caught.”
God, we were this close to doing it in my mother’s well-kept garden of blossoms. The nearby, viciously thorny bush of Rosalina roses was the only thing that stopped us. Getting a few extra holes in my butt didn’t sound particularly appealing.
“Then,” he purred, “be quiet.”
Slowly walking backward, I worked his buttons open, my palm sliding under his shirt to the back of his shoulders, nails digging into his skin.
Soon, I found myself pressed against the cool brick wall, his knee parting my thighs as he loomed over me with a smirk.
Conveniently for him—and, frankly, I wasn’t complaining either—since he’d lost my underwear, his hand snaked up under my dress, discovering I still wanted him very much.
“Jesus, Florence.” His voice low and husky, whispering against my mouth.
“I see you want me down on my knees…again.” Oh…
my…God… Catching my chin, he held me firm, his eyes darkening against the blindness of the night as he stared at me dangerously.
“Just say the word, Miss Grant—” He cocked his brow, a slow, mischievous smile touching his lips.
“—and I’ll be down…on all fours…for you.
” Then he leaned in to kiss me, his mouth capturing the gasp of air escaping me as he slid his fingers in.
“Fuck!” The sound tore from the back of my throat. God, was I really just about to say the word…kneel!?
Suddenly, the back house sensor light went on.
“Shit!” We both froze in place. Caged under his broad chest, I glanced over his shoulder. With her back to us, my sister stood outside, glass in her hands. She raised it to her lips before staring into the sky. Wait, was she crying?
“It’s Jo,” I said, a wisp of concern in my voice. “Um…” I looked at him, a tiny frown creasing my forehead.
Miles sighed, searching my face.
“It’s fine,” he whispered.
“I’ll just make sure she is alright.”
“Of course,” he muttered. “But, Florence…” A devilish grin grazing his lips, his fingers, still inside me, started moving again, the heel of his hand grinding against my clit. Fuck!
“Yes?” I let out a soft moan against the sharp line of his jaw, gently kissing the side of his neck.
“I’ll meet you in my room?”
“Yeah!” I breathed. “I’ll be quick.”
And so, as you might have guessed, I wasn’t. Didn’t even make it to his door.