Just One Kiss - J. Saman Page 0,35
getting started.
Miles helps me out, lifting up and sliding his jeans and boxer briefs down, kicking them off. I grasp his cock in my hand, loving the grunt from Miles as I do. He’s so perfect. So hard and long and thick. He’s going to feel so good; I already know it.
Miles clasps my hips, guiding me as I angle my body, moving his cock into me. Inch by inch, I slide down on him until he’s fully seated inside of me, filling me up so full I can hardly stand it.
His forehead drops to mine, a bead of sweat already forming on his temple. “London,” he rasps. My heart thunders. My body buzzes. This is what my body is saying. This is how it’s always meant to feel. This is who you were always meant to have inside of you.
“Miles,” I whisper back, equally as softly, full of just as much emotion and wonder because as much as I’m feeling this, I know he is too.
I rock forward and his eyes slam shut. I do it again, my hips undulating, my body playing with him, driving him crazy. It feels good, but it’s not enough. He wants me to move. He wants me to bounce.
But watching this strong, gorgeous man lose his mind in my body is something else.
After a few minutes of this, he growls, his teeth meeting my shoulder, biting at my flesh and I throw my head back and let my body take over. I rise up and slam down on him, unexpectedly crying out his name, almost in surprise. His mouth consumes my breasts and throat as his hips thrust up, his hands on my ass guiding me along.
What started out as a tease has turned into something primal. Something driven by need and instinct. Two bodies coming together as one. Skin against skin as pleasure builds within me. He fucks me like this, hard and unrelenting, grunting and groaning into me.
“You’re so fucking tight.” Thrust. “Jesus, London.” Thrust. “The way your pussy squeezes my cock.” Thrust. “Over and over again.” Thrust. “I can’t get enough.” Thrust. “I don’t want to stop.”
“Don’t stop,” I moan. “Please, Miles.”
Miles lifts me off of him, spinning me around and then slamming me back down, impaling me at a new angle. I cry out, his cock hitting the most perfect fucking spot in the history of perfect spots this way. My head falls back against his shoulder and his mouth consumes mine, ravaging me as he continues to fuck me relentlessly.
We’re all tongues and teeth and lips. I can’t get close enough. My hands reach behind me, grasping the back of his head, holding him closer as my breathing becomes too ragged to continue kissing.
“Come, firefly. I want your pretty pussy to come all over my cock. My hot cum to fill you up.”
Holy mother of god, I’m about to lose my mind.
He spreads my legs, throwing my knees on either side of his, and the moment his fingers find my clit and start to rub me, I detonate.
My body explodes, shattering into pieces of light and sound and space.
He continues to pound into me, harder, his movements jerky as he too reaches his climax. He bellows out a roar, cursing, his face planting into the dip between my neck and shoulder as he stills and shakes, giving me everything he has before sagging back into the sofa.
I sag with him, my body rising and falling with his heavy uneven breaths as I try to catch my own.
Miles folds my arms across my belly, wrapping his own around them, holding me against him so tight my eyes start to burn with tears.
Miles.
A broken prince with the heart of a lion. If I didn’t believe in true love or fate before, here, in his arms, I certainly do now. And I don’t know how I’ll be able to leave that behind.
Chapter Thirteen
MILES
London ends up falling asleep in my arms. I hadn’t realized at first. I cleaned her up and we both got dressed. But the second all that was done, I snatched her back. Holding her, unable to let her go, needing her against me, with me, for as long as I could selfishly manage it.
And my girl fell asleep.
Lifting her up into my arms, I cradle her against me as I carry her through my house. I could just let her sleep out here on the sofa, but it’s getting late and the fire is dwindling, and we turned