Page 51 of Miles's Pact
"Are you close?" I asked, teetering at the edge and not wanting to be the only one who fell over.
Miles nodded rapidly, his nails dragging against my skin, and I groaned as I pushed up on my elbows, wrapping a hand around our lengths and twisting in a way I'd recently discovered was quite enjoyable.
Miles sucked in a breath, and his hand joined mine as together we stroked our lengths, pushing ourselves closer and closer to the edge before finally toppling over with a muffled shout from Miles.
Our cum mixed as it spilled over our hands, coating Miles's belly as we shook from the force of the orgasm. It was all I could do to keep holding myself up as every bone in my body suddenly turned to jelly, and when Miles wrapped his arm over my back and tugged, I let myself fall, blanketing his body with mine as I tucked my face into the side of his.
We were quiet for a long time as we caught our breaths, and my mind stayed blissfully quiet as little sparks of pleasure flowed through my veins, reminding me I'd never, ever experienced anything quite like this before.
"Okay?" Miles asked after a while, his voice hoarse.
I hummed, not quite ready to speak yet. I was drowning, but in the best possible way. I didn't want to come up for air yet, and Miles understood that somehow, and didn't say anything else, just kept holding me.
We stayed like that for a full ten minutes, by which point the cum between us had dried and become decidedly uncomfortable.
"We should clean up," I mumbled, wincing as I pulled myself up.
Miles gazed into my eyes, his brown ones soft and sated.
"I'm okay," I assured him, then grinned. "Better than okay, actually. That was..." I shook my head, not knowing enough words to be able to properly describe how I was feeling.
"I know," he said with a soft smile, sitting up as I climbed off the bed. He took the hand I offered, and together we went into the bathroom, cleaning each other up before returning to bed.
This time, we didn't shift to share the bed. Instead, we stayed in our human forms, our chests pressed together and our legs tangled under the covers as we settled in.
"Sweet dreams, Miles," I murmured, and Miles snuggled closer, as if he didn't want to leave even a millimeter of space between us.
"Goodnight, Duckie."
Sleep came quickly after that, and while I didn't dream, my sleep was full of warmth and softness and joy, like I was doused in early morning sunshine that smelled of possibilities and hope.Orthe warmth of my mate's body.
