Page 80 of As Long As You'll Have Me
“Are you okay?” he asks, pulling his hand away.
I bring my hands to the hem of his shirt and he helps me pull it off of him. Glancing at his soft yet firm core, I trace my fingers down his front.
“I’m definitely more than okay, fireman.” Isigh, bringing my lips back to his. Wrapping my arms around his neck, I pull him back into me.
Carefully, he leans back, catching us with his hand, and laying us down on the floor. Amidst needy hands and heavy kisses, we push everything around us out of the way and are now flat on the ground amongst Christmas wrapping paper and toy donations. I unwrap my legs from around his middle and set my feet on the floor, knees bent up at an angle. Miles pushes up on one hand and carefully slips my glasses off my face before setting them on the coffee table he pushed out of the way to make space for us.
“Don’t want anything to happen to those,” he says before pausing to look at me.
“What’s that look for?” I ask after a beat.
“I just—you have the most beautiful eyes I’ve ever seen,” he says. “I think I’d die a happy man if I got to catch a glimpse of them every day for the rest of my life.”
And with that he kisses me again, taking my breath away with both his words and his lips. His hands slip underneath my shirt again and don’t stop until they hit my chest. Reacting to his touch, my hips buck instinctively as his thumbs swipe over my nipples. His tongue clashes against mine as we both fight to occupy the same space. A moan escapes me when I buck my hips again and find friction against his pelvis.
“If you keep doing that, doc, I won’t be able to control myself much longer,” he growls between our lips.
“I didn’t say I wanted you to stay in control. I said I wanted to be yours.” I sigh as he grazes my pert nipples again. I can already feel how wet I am and what he’s doing to me already isn’t helping the situation.
“Arms up,” he demands, pushing up on his knees above me and helping me sit up. He strips me of my Christmasshirt and marvels at my bare skin underneath. “Perfect.So fucking perfect.”
Laying me back down, he brings one hand back to my exposed breast and his mouth to the other. I shudder when he flicks my nipple with his tongue and I lift my hips to press into his again. The more he turns me on, the more my body craves as much friction as I can get. My hands rope through his hair and pull hard when he gently nips at my ribcage.
“You’re going to make me finish right here on the floor if you aren’t careful,” I say, but it comes out as more of a plea.
“Ladies first,” he teases and the devilish smirk that makes me weak in the knees is back on his face. “I’ve been dying to find out how wet you are for me. Are you okay if I finger fuck you? Or would you rather I find out how good you taste?”
Sweet mercy who knew getting consent could be so hot?
“I—I want—” I pant but my brain is having a hard time forming words.
“Come on, doc, use your words. I know you’re really good at that.”
Normally I am but when a man has his lips wrapped around your breast and is pressing himself into your center, it makes word formation difficult.
“I want you to finger me,” I beg, eyes rolling to the back of my head.
“Very good, Hanna, very good,” he growls. I love what the vibration of his voice does to me.
I lift my hips and he quickly shimmies the bottom half of my overalls below my knees, taking my underwear with them. For a second, I feel totally exposed until I look back at him and he isn’t looking anywhere but in my eyes. There’s a steadiness to his gaze that settles my nerves and reminds methat I’m safe with him. Wrapping my arms around his neck, I pull him flush to me again. As he kisses me, I let the sensation of his fingers trailing down my stomach become my center of focus. He’s slow and intentional as he creeps his fingers deeper and deeper down my waist and hips. I want him—his touch, to feel him control me—more than I’ve ever wanted anything else. When his fingers reach my center, I suck in a breath.
“Fucking. Dripping. Is all of this for me?” he asks, his voice low and gravely. I nod against his forehead as he peers down to where our hips are meeting. “I’m going to have so much fun watching you unravel at my fingertips.”
Any sense of control or ability to think at all goes out the window when he parts my legs and slips a finger inside of me. I keep my arms wrapped around his neck, pulling him tighter against me while his fingers go to work. He seems to play me like an instrument that’s been finely tuned for only his hands to play. Within moments, I can already feel the mind numbing sensation everyone likes to talk about starting to build in my toes.
“I’m not going to last long,” I say between kisses. My eyes crush together when he flicks my clit and rubs me harder. Back and forth, back and forth, taking me higher and higher with every precise motion of his fingers.
“Come on my fingers, beautiful. I want you to.”
I’ve always been told I’m a good listener.
Letting my knees fall open, I spread myself wide and let the feeling he’s causing in me to completely consume me. I’d told him I wanted to be his so that’s what I’m going to do. I’m going to become his.
“Look at my girl, spread nice and wide for me. I can’t wait to find out what it feels like to sink my cock into this sweet pussy of yours.” A cry breaks from the back of mythroat as I think about it. The combination of the fantasy, his words, and the magic his fingers are creating are becoming too much to handle. “Is that what you want, you want me to fuck you like this? Hard, and deep? How bad do you wanna know what it’s like to be fucked by me, Hanna?”
“So fucking bad,” I beg, eeking out the words as stars begin to burst behind my eyes.
“Be a good girl and come for me and maybe I’ll let you find out,” he demands, moving his fingers even faster.
