Page 35 of Some Sort of Crazy (Happy Crazy Love 2)
It’s hard to smile with a dick in your mouth, but I was pleased as punch when pinching one resulted in another quick intake of breath and a throb of his cock.
“Christ,” he growled, pushing off the headboard and taking my head in his hands. “Is this real?”
I looked up, our eyes met, and something happened between us, shifting the mood from playful to serious. His expression was hot and dark as he curled his fingers in my hair, pulling it as he slid his cock deeper into my mouth, so deep I nearly choked.
“I love how deep you take me,” he whispered, holding still. “I love watching my cock slide between your beautiful lips. I love the sounds you make. I could come so hard right now.”
I was totally willing to let him, so I was surprised when he pulled out of my mouth and stretched out over me.
“But I’ve been waiting to get inside you for so long, and if I only get one chance with you, this is what I want.”
“Yes,” I breathed. “It’s what I want too.”
The hot, wet tip of his cock teased my pussy. “Do you… Let me get a condom.”
For a second I thought he wanted to do it without protection, and the way I felt right now, I’d have let him. Still, I was glad when he got out of bed and rummaged through a bag on the floor near his closet. In less than a minute he was back, rolling on the condom before positioning himself between my legs.
I touched his cheek, overcome with affection for him. “See? You are a gentleman, Miles.”
He kissed me. I thought he would tease me some more, make me wait, order me to say something dirty, but he didn’t. He just kissed my lips and slid inside me silently, reverently, my breath still as he reached the deepest spot.
“Are you OK?” he asked.
“Yes.” Closing my eyes, I smiled at the perfect fit.
“Can I keep going?”
My eyes flew open. “There’s more?”
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He smiled, making my heart flutter furiously in my chest. “Yeah.”
I took a deep breath, wrapping my legs around him. “Give me everything.”
He pushed in even deeper, going slow, allowing me time to get used to his size.
“It feels like the first time,” I whispered, gasping at the way he filled me, at the way the twinge of pain only added to my arousal.
“It is.” When he was completely sheathed inside me, he closed his eyes. “It fucking is the first time.”
“Miles,” I whispered, my body igniting again. “Your voice does things to me.”
“My voice, huh?” He began to move over me, rippling, rolling undulations of his body that had me sighing. No wonder he wrote about sex—he was so good.
“Yes.” I ran my hands down his sides, up his back, digging my nails into his skin.
He groaned. “Everything about you does things to me. Fucking everything. Your eyes, your laugh, your perfect mouth. And don’t even get me started on your ass.” He moved his hips a little faster, but stayed tight to my body so the base of his cock rubbed my clit.
“Oh God, that feels good.” The lovely storm inside me built again, and I knew without a doubt Miles would indeed give me a first—two orgasms in one night. “You’re gonna make me come twice. I’ve never done that.”
“Oh, fuck.” He moved his hands beneath me to grab my ass, tilting my hips as he drove into me, and at first it hurt because he was hitting me so hard and deep, but then something started to happen inside me—it felt like an orgasm was building, but it wasn’t centered in the usual place. I mean, one was building there too, but this was something else. Muscles deep within I didn’t even know I had were tightening around him like a vise and suddenly I couldn’t see or speak or even hear. My world went white as the contraction reached its apex and it seemed like I would balance on the precipice forever, suspended there between purgatory and nirvana. My mouth hung open, and I dropped my head to the side, desperate for climax, as he slowed down, the tip of his cock teasing that perfect spot. Oh God… I was going to die.
“You want it?” Miles growled in my ear, the little pulses of his hips driving me mad. “You want everything?”
“Yes!” I cried, near tears. “Yes!”
He rocked into me hard and fast. Then it began—the longest, most intense orgasm of my life. An orgasm that jarred my bones, stopped my heart, stole my breath. It was more powerful, more potent, more euphoric than any orgasm I’d ever experienced. It was a moregasm, and I never wanted it to end.
