Page 36 of Some Sort of Crazy (Happy Crazy Love 2)
In the final throes, Miles changed his position a little and lasted only about two seconds before I felt the skin on his back ripple with gooseflesh and his body went stiff above me. I lifted my hips, giving him more friction, and he moaned as his cock throbbed deep inside me.
He dropped his head into the crook of my neck. “Oh my God. Natalie.”
I ran my hands through his hair, overcome with affection for him. “What?”
“I… I can’t find words.”
“No?”
“No. Wait, yes. Hold on. I need to breathe. I’m not thinking straight.” He laid his cheek on my chest.
Every part of my body was still tingling as I cradled his head. “It’s OK, honey.”
“Wow.” He inhaled and exhaled. “This is crazy. I have spent a lot of time fantasizing about fucking you. Like, a lot. But the real thing just blew the fantasy out of the water.”
“Oh, stop.”
“No, I mean it.” He picked up his head and looked down at me. “In general, I’m a fan of sex, but that—that was something else entirely.”
“I agree. What the hell did you do to me in there? I’ve never felt that before.”
“Good.” He kissed my collarbone. My breast. My cheek.
“We must have really needed that, huh?”
“Well, I did. That’s for sure. Nine years, I’ve been waiting. And yes, you were worth it.” His whole body shivered.
I giggled. “Oh yeah?”
“Definitely.”
“Good. Maybe I won’t make you wait another nine before we do it again.”
He looked elated. “Seriously?”
I shrugged. “That was the most fun I’ve ever had in bed, spankings and all.”
“Sweetheart, you keep being bad like you were tonight, and I’ll spank you as often as you like.”
“We’ll see,” I said slyly. “Now you better let me get some sleep because I have to get up and go to work in like an hour or something.”
Miles rolled off of me, put his glasses on and picked up his phone. “You have to get up at four?”
“Yes. What time is it?”
“You don’t want to know.”
“Tell me.”
“Two fifteen.”
“Oh God. Tomorrow is not going to feel good.”
“But tonight did.”
I smiled. “Yes. It did.”
Miles went across the hall to the bathroom, and when he came back, I went. After cleaning up a little, I looked at my reflection in the mirror and actually felt like smiling. My hair was a wreck, my eyes were still puffy, and my face was a little scratched from Miles’s scruffy chin, but I looked happy. Relaxed. Satisfied.
