19. Collie #2
“You can do anything you want. Literally anything.” That wasn’t something I’d ever said to anyone. I wouldn’t have even considered it, but I trusted Miller completely. I knew I could put myself in his hands and he’d take care of me, just like he always had.
He pulled the briefs off of me and threw them over his shoulder. Then he paused to openly admire me, running his hands down my legs as he murmured, “You’re incredibly sexy, Collie.”
I wanted to make a joke or say something self-deprecating to brush off the compliment.
It was still hard to believe that about myself.
But I forgot all about that when he deep-throated every inch of my cock, then dragged his lips back up to the tip.
I propped myself up on my elbows, because I needed to see him.
I almost couldn’t believe this was finally happening, after all those weeks of waiting and wanting.
There’d been a little voice in the back of my head, telling me there was no way Miller could possibly want me as much as I wanted him. Now I knew that had been nothing but my own insecurity. He was obviously completely turned on, and he was sucking my cock like he couldn’t get enough.
It felt so good that I blurted, “If you keep that up, I’m going to come.” I could already feel my orgasm building.
Miller released my cock and started stroking it instead. “Go right ahead. You’re twenty-seven, Collie,” he said with a teasing grin. “That means you’ll be ready to go again in about three minutes.”
“That’s an excellent point.”
He went back to sucking me and driving me wild. All too soon, I threw my head back and yelled as a massive orgasm rolled through me. I lost all sense of everything except intense pleasure, and Miller’s warm, wet, insistent mouth on my cock as he shattered me.
Finally, I fell back, and Miller stretched out beside me. For a while, I couldn’t think or speak. All I could do was gasp for air as I tried to stop shaking.
Once I came back to myself, I rolled over so I was facing him, threading my fingers with his as I muttered, “Holy shit.” That made him smile. “It’s good that we waited,” I said. “My heart felt like it was going to burst out of my chest, and that would’ve been bad a few weeks ago.”
“Are you okay?”
“I’m perfectly fine.” I tugged his waistband and teased, “But you’re overdressed.” He slid out of his briefs and tossed them aside, and I ran my gaze down his body as I murmured, “Much better.”
It wasn’t the first time I’d seen Miller naked, but now I took in every inch of his body and his thick, hard cock. A drop of precome glistened at the tip, so I swooped in and licked it off.
The sexiest little growl rumbled in the back of his throat. I wanted to hear more of that.
I climbed between his thighs and sucked him hard and fast, just like he’d done with me, except I didn’t quite have his deep-throating skills.
Not that it mattered. Miller bucked beneath me, moaning like it was the best blow job of his life.
Nothing like weeks and weeks of anticipation to heighten every sensation.
Like me, he ended up coming in about two minutes flat. I steadied myself with my hands on his hips as he arched off the mattress and shot down my throat, carrying him through to the very end. When his body went limp, I finally let his cock slide from my lips.
I had a self-satisfied smirk on my face when I stretched out at his side. Miller looked wrecked. He was panting and flushed and glistening with sweat, and when he could finally speak, all he managed was, “Holy shit.” Hearing my words echoed back to me made me chuckle.
I draped my arm and leg over him, and after a minute he said, “We’re not done. I fully intend to fuck you. But I’m not twenty-seven, so I need a minute.”
“Take your time. I’m not going anywhere.” I couldn’t help but smile as I lazily traced his happy trail.
Had I really been worried about this?
Well yeah, I had, because sex had always been a little awkward for me.
I’d never been able to fully relax and stop thinking and worrying about every last thing, but that wasn’t the case with Miller.
I realized it was because we’d had time to build a solid foundation of love, trust, and friendship, and wow did that make a huge difference.
As I ran my fingertips over his broad chest, I was overcome with the absolute need to be skin-to-skin with him. I peeled off my tank top and threw it aside, and then I climbed on top of him, leaving no room whatsoever between my body and his.
He murmured, “You feel so damn good,” as he ran both hands down my back and over the curve of my ass.
“So do you.” I nuzzled the spot between his neck and shoulder.
He wrapped his arms around me and whispered, “Do you know how much I love you?”
“I do, because you’re always showing me.”
I sat up a bit, so I could see his face. His expression was relaxed and totally unguarded. He’d always been beautiful, but right now he absolutely took my breath away. And amazingly, he was looking back at me with just as much wonder and appreciation in his eyes.
When I told him, “I absolutely adore you,” the words didn’t feel like they were enough. I didn’t know how else to say it though, so I kissed him instead, deeply and urgently.
Our bodies took over where words fell short, lust spiking in us all over again. I reached for the bottle of lube I’d stashed in the nightstand and pressed it into his palm, and he knew exactly what I wanted him to do.
He sat up a bit, and I straddled his lap while he worked me open. I draped my arms around his shoulders and kissed him, and when he grazed my prostate I gasped against his lips.
As soon as I was ready, he held the base of his cock, and I eased myself onto it.
I took every inch until I was sitting on his hips.
Then I paused and took a deep breath. I felt incredibly full, and like I was stretched almost to my limit.
He caressed my lower back and said, “You’re doing great, baby. Take your time.”
I started moving, slowly at first. He let me set the pace. To help steady me, he held up his hands, and I laced my fingers with his.
Then I started to pick up speed, moaning shamelessly as waves of pleasure rolled through me. As he thrust up off the mattress, driving himself deeper into me, I was in awe of how perfectly in sync we were.
When he murmured, “You’re so fucking beautiful, Collie,” it momentarily crossed my mind that my scar was on full display. But I absolutely did. Not. Care. So what if I had a mark on my chest? It was a remnant of the surgery that had given me the chance to live a long, full life.
It had given me a future with the man I loved.
I could feel my heart pounding, strong and steady. A wave of gratitude washed over me, mingling with everything I was feeling in that moment. I wanted to explain all of this to Miller, but it was too much to say.
Instead, I pressed his palm to my chest, so he could feel my heartbeat. He looked up at me, and when he smiled, I knew he got it. He understood what I was trying to say. He understood what was so special about this moment.
He understood everything.
A little later, I murmured, “I want you on top.” As much as I’d appreciated being able to start off at my pace, I was ready for him to take over.
He flipped me onto my back in one quick, smooth motion, lifting my ankles onto his shoulders before sinking into me. Taking control came naturally to him. He leaned in, folding me in half, and quickly found his rhythm. When I rasped, “Harder,” he grinned and obliged.
I was fascinated by this new side of him. He was usually so buttoned down, but now he was primal. It sent a thrill down my spine.
He braced his hands on either side of my head to steady himself, the muscles in his arms and shoulders flexing as he drove himself into me again and again, rocking the entire bed, making my head swim and my body hum with pleasure.
He was gorgeous, and intoxicating, and mine. I felt fiercely possessive of him in that moment. As if he could read my thoughts, he said in a rough whisper, “I’m yours, Collie. All of me.”
“I’m yours, too. Only yours.”
It randomly occurred to me that those whispered words sounded like vows, even more than the ones we’d recited in front of that wedding officiant as two near-strangers, all those weeks ago.
And that was my last coherent thought before he wrapped his fist around my cock and started jerking me off, layering pleasure on pleasure and flooding my senses.
I came right before he did, bucking and crying out as I grabbed onto him. While my orgasm was still spiraling through me, he started to come, filling me, claiming me in a way no one ever had.
Afterwards, both of us collapsed onto the mattress, panting and sweating and giddy with happiness. When he caught his breath, Miller admitted, “I was a little nervous. After waiting so long and building up that much anticipation, I was worried I wouldn’t live up to your expectations.”
“No chance. But I get it, because I was worried about underwhelming you.”
He drew me into his arms and murmured, “That’s not even possible.”
Later on, after we’d cleaned up a bit and returned to the bed, my stomach rumbled so loudly that both of us laughed. “We definitely need to think about dinner,” he said. “We can order in, or I can take you someplace nice.”
“Let’s stay home.”
“Are you sure? You’ve barely begun exploring the city, and we could go somewhere you haven’t been yet.”
“All I want to do tonight is curl up with you and our cat and eat pizza in front of the TV, like an old, married couple. And really, there’s no hurry to get out there and explore. We have plenty of time.”
“You’re right,” Miller said, as his hand returned to my chest. “We do.”
The End