34. Miley
I ’m pinned against the wall, my legs wrapped around Rohit as he claims my lips. Running my hands through his hair, I pull him down to extend the kiss before he can draw away. Arching my head back, I give him access to my neck. His lips tease my earlobe before nibbling at my neck. He moans into me. I am about to come undone and we haven’t even started yet. The memories of many nights I have fantasized about just this moment come flooding back to me. I can’t believe this is happening in real time now. Is this finally real?
“The way you smell,” he murmurs, not taking his lips off me, “I think about it all the time. For months now, I can’t stop thinking about how good you smell.”
I can’t help but grind my hips into him. I feel his hard length dig into my core and a whimper escapes me. God, I need him. Now.
“I need you to put me down,” I say.
“Why?” he asks, as he moves his mouth down to my collarbone.
“Because I need to take these clothes off of you, and I can’t do it with you holding me like this.” My voice is pleading with need.
“Point taken,” he says, setting me down gently. He is forced to stop kissing me, but instead he looks me in the eyes. “I could look at you all day and never get tired of how beautiful you are.”
My heart stutters out an extra beat, my breath hitches, and I wonder what I did to deserve him. It’s more difficult to deal with the heavy truths, so I turn the attention back to him instead.
“You’re one to talk. All that tennis, look at your forearms,” I say, trailing my fingers down his arm, his bulging veins… they’re an anesthesiologist’s dream.
“You mean these?” he asks, leaning one arm on the wall above my head, and the other locking me in.
I gasp, and he gives me a sly smile.
“I’ve heard about what goes on in those romance novels. I do have a twin sister, you know.”
“Then why did you agree to this fake dating fiasco?” I ask, incredulously. Anyone who has ever read a romance novel knows the characters always fall in love.
“Maybe that was my ploy to get closer to you, and here we are. I’m pretty sure I won the romance trope,” he smirks, nuzzling my nose with his.
That smile makes me wet to the core. I’m not fully sure where this night is going, but for now, I just go with what feels right. I grab the hem of his shirt and give it a slight tug upwards, indicating what I want. He obeys and lifts his arms as I pull his shirt up. He’s too tall for me, so he helps take it off the rest of the way.
I slide my hands down the planes of his abdomen, feeling every ridge as I go down. Once I reach the top of his jeans, I look up at him, asking for permission.
He nods, and I unbutton his pants. I run my fingers down the length of his cock and feel him getting even harder in his pants. I love having this effect on him. He is straining so hard against his pants, I can tell his cock is massive.
“I don’t know if you’re going to fit,” I murmur.
He lets out a moan. “God, just thinking about sinking my cock into your tight pussy is going to make me come on the spot. Goose, I need to see every inch of you.” He pulls my dress off in one swift motion, leaving me in just my bra and underwear. He palms me outside my underwear. “Your panties are already soaked.” His tone is reverent.
He slides my panties to one side and runs one finger along my slit. His fingers come away glistening. He puts his finger in my mouth and I can taste my arousal for him. “I can’t wait to get a taste either. I bet you taste so fucking good. I want to bury my face in you.”
I can’t get any words out, I’m all emotion and sensation, so I hum my consent.
Rohit traces the planes of my face with his fingers, the arch of my eyebrow, my cheeks, tilting my chin up so I am forced to look him in the eyes.
Staring into me, he says, “Everything I’ve said is true. Don’t think for a second that you are not worthy of spellbinding love and earth shattering orgasms. No matter how long it takes for you to get comfortable enough with me for that, I will wait as long as you need.”
I melt under the weight of his words and the depth of his stare.
He pulls down the straps of my bra, first one side, then the other. He places his mouth back on my neck, then my shoulder, exploring every inch. He reaches behind me and unhooks my bra, letting it fall to the ground.
“I’ve been dreaming about your breasts and getting my hands on them. It’s even better in real life,” he murmurs to me.
I arch my back so he has unfettered access to them. He takes one nipple into his mouth and gently rolls the other one with his fingers. I cannot contain my loud groan. I quickly reach down and take off my panties too. I want to feel all of him.
“I think we have a slight problem here,” I say, as he continues his exploration of my breasts.
Without taking his mouth off my nipple, he looks up at me and cocks his eyebrow, wordlessly asking me to explain.
“You still have your pants on,” I explain. “I can’t have that.”
He reluctantly releases my nipple from his mouth with an audible pop and whispers to it, “We’ll circle back to you.”
I laugh as I grab hold of his belt loops. I slide his zipper down. I can see his cock straining against his black boxer briefs. I swallow with anticipation. He nudges his jeans all the way off him. I grab hold of his briefs and tug them down, watching his cock spring free. I gasp and my mouth waters. He is much larger than what I anticipated, and I find myself involuntarily licking my lips.
Rohit draws back slightly, and I glance up at him, confused.
“I told you I want to go slow,” Rohit says. “And I was serious about that.”
My mind is foggy, choosing not to remember that conversation.
“I don’t want to jump to sex, I want to savor every moment with you. Let’s start by exploring each other?” he offers with an inflection at the end, always craving my opinion.
I squeeze my thighs together as my body begs to be touched, begs for release. He’s right, because deep down I’m worried I won’t finish with him, that my body will betray me again and again.
Rohit continues as if reading my mind, “I know you’re worried, but that’s why I want to take it slow. Tonight, I want you to make yourself come. And I get to watch.”
My brows raise, and his eyes sparkle with arousal.I was not expecting him to say that. “What?” I ask, seeking clarification.
He smirks. “You heard me. Make yourself come. I want to see you touch yourself. I want to learn how you like to be pleasured.”
Just the thought of being watched turns me on even more. I can feel my wetness coating my thighs. I take his hand and lead him to my bed. I throw my comforter to the side and pull him onto the bed next to me.
“Show me like a good girl,” he growls into my ear.
I take my hand and reach down to my slit. It comes away wet, and this time I put my fingers in his mouth, making him suck my juices off my fingers. I sneak a peek to see how hard he is and there are beads of pre cum coating the head of his cock. I rub him with my wet fingers and he groans.
“You can’t touch me right now, because I will blow immediately,” he warns, his voice low and sexy.
I reach down again and move my fingers in a circular motion over my clit. I don’t think I'll last long either. I insert one finger inside my pussy and come out again, going back to my clit. My fingers are slick with my arousal.
I look up at Rohit, watch his eyes darken as he licks his lips slowly. I want to feel his lips on me.
When he senses that I’m close, he leans over and takes my nipple into his mouth again. The sensation is too much and so raw that I come undone immediately. My body shakes in wracking jerks as I come. I press my fingers into my clit as I come down from my orgasm, letting the aftershocks take over me.
“Fuck, Miley, that was so sexy. I need…” His voice trails off, then I hear him whisper quickly, “I need to come, too.”
“I want to watch you,” I breathe. “I want you to come all over me, like I’m yours.” I circle the head of his cock, rubbing his pre-cum all over his glistening cock. His length twitches under my touch, ready to spurt.
“You need to stop. I can’t hold it any longer.” A guttural groan escapes his lips. He fists his cock with his hands.
He adjusts his position so that he is straddling me. I have a full view of him beating himself off and the view makes me ready for round two.
He strokes himself with expertise. I reach my hand up and grab his balls. I can feel them clench in response.
“Oh god,” he growls as his balls tighten in my hands and he sprays his come all over my chest and breasts, each spray more forceful than the next. I feel him spurt hot liquid on my neck and all over my face. I stick out my tongue to get a taste of his release that landed near my mouth. I smirk this time.
“I’m going to have to wear safety goggles next time,” I joke.
“Good thing we work in a hospital.”
He grabs some tissues on my nightstand and first wipes my face and my neck before moving to my chest. He inadvertently grazes my nipple as he cleans and they perk up in response. My breathing quickens.
I murmur, “I think I’m ready again.”
“Already? I thought we were taking it slow!” he says jokingly. “Do you want to touch yourself again?”
I shake my head. I have something else in mind, since sex is out of the question tonight.
I find myself being more bold than I ever imagined I could be as I ask, “Will you use one of my toys on me?”