Page 60 of Sing Your Secrets
“I want it wild. Like you want me to remember this forever.”
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reese
I asked for it.
And I got it.
Miles plunges into me, filling me from behind. He’s so deep, the spots he’s touching are inflamed with sensitivity. I’d call it heaven, but it’s too damn satisfying to be righteous. Perhaps this is hell. Perhaps I don’t care. I just know I don’t want him to stop.
“Ooh, fuuuck. More,” I plead.
With each thrust, he groans louder in appreciation. His approval comes through raspy breaths as he praises me and how tightly I’m wrapping around him.
“Baby, your pussy is a weapon,” he growls, smacking my ass. Hard.
Typical Reese would make a snarky joke and ask if it’s killing him, but typical Reese is gone. I can’t speak. I’m on a cloud, far, far away. Every cell in my body feels swollen, ready to burst. Every sensation is heightened. Every breath falls short. Gasping, moaning, paralyzed with pleasure—I. Am. Gone.
Miles bends over me, lining his sweaty chest against my back. His skin is on fire, my skin is burning, press them together and we’re damn near volcanic. “Baby, talk to me,” Miles croaks in my ear.
“No,” I mumble. Leave me. Let me drift away as you keep nudging against that spot that drives me insane. But there’s no rest for the weary. Rising, he flips me over in an instant so I can see his soft smile and the bead of sweat gliding over his pec and dripping onto my thigh.
“How do you feel?” he asks, his eyes trailing over my breasts like he missed them while they were smashed into the mattress. When his eyes finally find mine, I can tell he’s in no mood for jokes.
“I feel like I’ve never done this right a day in my life... Until now.” Reaching around his neck, I guide his lips to mine. I grant him tender, soft kisses letting him know he’s got all of me. The forward wild child, and the sweet woman who knows how to hold up her man. “It feels so good.”
He grabs my breast, rolling my aching nipple between his thumb and forefinger. A look of hungry need clouds his eyes. “I need to come.”
“Go ahead,” I cajole, wedging my hand between our bodies and trying to grab his rock-hard manhood that’s pressed against my belly. “Who’s stopping you?”
“You first.”
“You mean me fourth?”
His playful, boasting smile returns. “Three already? Really?” Straightening up, he rubs his fingers up and down my sopping sex as if he’s confirming my statement.
“The third was quiet,” I say as his dancing fingers, teasing my clit, causes my head to go fuzzy again.
“How about one more?”
I let out an exasperated breath. “I guess. If you insist.”
He chuckles and I soak up the sunshine-sweet expression on his face. Strange. I’ve never been this nervous, yet comfortable during sex. I’ve never been this passionate, and yet playful at the same time. Sex with Miles is a medley of mixed emotions, and I didn’t know I needed every single one. I had no idea what I was missing.
This is what he meant. The feeling is full. Needy. Lustful. Comforting. We’re not even done and I already want the next round.
It’s a huge deal.
Huge, huge, deal.
“Can I…” Miles trails off, biting down on his lip. His apprehensive question makes my heart freak out in my chest.
What? Why? What’s wrong?“Are you okay?”
“Yeah…I, um…don’t be offended, okay?”
“Okay…”