Page 194 of Secret Obsession
He slides a finger into my cunt, and I groan. I roll my head down, my forehead and nose pressing into the mattress. My muscles automatically clench at him.
He’s not even holding my wrists anymore.
He doesn’t have to.
Smack.
“Two.” I make an unholy noise when one finger inside me becomes two, thrusting and curling, pressing on my G-spot.
Smack.
“Three.”
Three fingers.
I shudder. And then his other hand is spreading my cheeks, and my body goes hot. He licks my asshole. Just a little flick, but I clench around his fingers. And he snickers.Snickers.
Then he continues.
My mind blips out. He’s eating my ass and finger-fucking me, and I can’t think straight. I draw my hands up, gripping the blankets, until I can’t take it anymore. The orgasm comes out of nowhere, blowing me over. Every muscle tenses; my vision goes white.
When I come back to planet Earth, he’s spread my legs farther apart and is already inside me. His weight on my back presses me to the mattress, and he trails kisses across my shoulder. To the curve of my neck. His gentle kisses are at odds with the way his hips piston forward, slamming his dick into me.
I lift my hips back to meet him, groaning again. I push up, wanting to face him, but he bites my earlobe and forces me into stillness.
His hands slide under me and palm my breasts. There’s no part of me that he isn’t touching, and my body sings for it.
He really has officially fucked with my head.
“I need your lips,” I plead. “I want to face you.”
Miles pulls out, rising off me. “Your wish is my command.”
I bite my lip as he flops to the bed beside me, then picks me up and drapes me over him. I swing my leg over, and his hand guides his cock back inside me. I lower myself, taking him inch by inch. His piercings really do just make the sex eighteen times better, and my eyes roll back.
His hands explore my body, from my thighs and hips up my sides to my breasts, my back. Even higher, until he tangles my hair in his fingers. I sink fully onto him and go still, my mouth gaping. This angle is different. Deeper. I grind down on him, and the pressure sends sparks exploding in front of my eyes.
He sits up suddenly, catching me and forcing us chest to chest.
“Ride my cock like a good little slut,” he says with a smirk. “But tell me you love me while you do it.”
I frown. “You can’t have both.”
“Yes, I can. I have you, don’t I? You do both quite well.”
I lift myself and slide back down, and we both exhale. I loop my arms around his neck and lean in, pressing a kiss to his cheek.
“Miles Whiteshaw,” I start. “I think I may love you more than anyone I’ve ever known.”
“You think?”
I put my mouth to his ear, my movements so fucking slow, it’s going to drive both of us crazy. “I do,” I whisper.
“Good.”
I pull back. As far as he lets me. “That’s all you’re going to say?”
“No. I’ve been saying a whole hell of a lot to my future wife since we first met.”
