"Your turn," he said softly, his hands finding the edge of my sweater. I nodded, my heart racing as he slowly lifted the soft fabric over my head, his movements careful. The cool night air kissed my skin, making me shiver despite the warmth radiating from the fire and from Miles's body beneath mine. His eyes roamed over me with such appreciation that I felt beautiful rather than exposed.
"Perfect," he breathed, his hands cupping my face as he pulled me down for another kiss. This one was slower, deeper, filled with promises and unspoken emotions that made my chest tight with feeling.
Miles's hands moved to my back, fingers tracing the line of my spine as he kissed along my jaw, down my throat. Every touch sent electricity through me, awakening parts of myself I'd never fully explored. When his lips found the sensitive spot where my neck met my shoulder, I gasped, my body arching against him instinctively.
"I want to devour you here right under the stars and firelight dancing on your skin.” He muttered, a low frow building up in his chest. I shuddered at his words, my body responding with a need I'd never experienced before. The wildness of our surroundings seemed to seep into us, stripping away any remaining hesitation.
"Yes," I breathed, my fingers tangling in his hair as his mouth explored the sensitive curve of my neck. "Please, Miles."
His hands moved to the clasp of my bra, pausing there as his eyes met mine in silent question. I nodded, and with deft fingers, he released the clasp. The garment fell away, leaving me bare to the night air and his heated gaze.
"God, Lili," he murmured, his voice rough with desire. "You're incredible."
The affection in his voice gave me courage. I shifted on his lap, creating a delicious friction that pulled a groan from deep in his chest. His hands came up to cup my breasts, his touch gentle yet confident as his thumbs brushed over my nipples. The sensation sent sparks of pleasure through me, drawing a soft moan from my lips that seemed to echo in the quiet night.
Miles leaned forward, his mouth replacing his fingers as he took one peak between his lips. The wet heat of his tongue against my sensitive skin made me gasp, my head falling back aspleasure coursed through me. His hands held my hips, guiding my movements as I rocked against him instinctively, seeking more friction, more pressure, more of him.
"Miles," I breathed, his name a plea in the darkness. "I need..."
"I know, sweetheart," he murmured against my skin, his hands moving to the button of my jeans. "I've got you."
He shifted me in his arms, laying me down on the blanket that had fallen beside the log. The ground was soft beneath me, the blanket providing cushion from the forest floor as Miles followed me down, his body covering mine like a living blanket against the night air. The weight of him felt right, protective rather than confining, and I welcomed it with open arms that wrapped around his shoulders to pull him closer.
His fingers worked the button of my jeans, sliding the zipper down with careful movements. "Lift your hips for me," he murmured, and I complied, allowing him to tug the denim down my legs. The cool air kissed my exposed skin, raising goosebumps that Miles soothed with gentle touches, his hands warm as they traced the curve of my calves, the sensitive skin behind my knees, the inside of my thighs.
I reached for him, fingers fumbling with his belt in newfound eagerness. Miles helped me, his own hands steadier as he unclasped his belt and shed his remaining clothing. The firelight painted his body in gold and shadow, highlighting the defined muscles of his abdomen and the strength in his thighs. I couldn't help but stare, taking in every inch of him with appreciation that made his eyes darken further.
"You're beautiful," I whispered, reaching up to trace the contours of his chest.
Miles caught my hand, pressing a kiss to my palm that made my heart flutter. "That's my line," he murmured, his voice rough with desire. He settled between my legs, his weight braced on hisforearms as he looked down at me with such tenderness it made my chest ache.
“Let me worship you properly," he murmured, his lips finding mine in a kiss that was both tender and consuming. His hands roamed my body with reverent care, mapping every curve and hollow as if he were memorizing sacred text. When his fingers found the heat between my legs, I gasped against his mouth, my hips lifting instinctively toward his touch.
"So sensitive," Miles murmured against my mouth, his fingers stroking with gentle precision. "So perfect for me."
I whimpered as he circled that bundle of nerves, my body responding to his touch with an intensity that stole my breath. The night air cooled my heated skin while the fire cast flickering shadows across Miles's face as he watched me with undisguised wonder.
"That's it," he encouraged softly as my hips began to move in rhythm with his touch. "Let go for me, Lili. I want to see you come undone."
His words, combined with the skilled movement of his fingers, pushed me toward an edge I'd never approached so quickly. My hands clutched at his shoulders, nails digging into his skin as pleasure built inside me like a gathering storm.
"Miles," I gasped, my back arching as he slipped another finger inside me,"please, Miles."
"I'm right here," he whispered, his voice a caress against my skin. "Let go, beautiful. I've got you."
The tension inside me coiled tighter, wound to an almost unbearable point as his fingers moved with exquisite precision. When his thumb pressed against that sensitive bundle of nerves while his fingers curled inside me, I shattered. Pleasure washed over me in waves, my body trembling as Miles's name fell from my lips like a prayer. He worked me through it, his touch gentle yet insistent as I rode out the aftershocks.
Before I could fully recover, Miles was moving lower, his lips trailing fire down my body. When his mouth replaced his fingers, I cried out, my hands flying to tangle in his hair. The sensation was overwhelming—his tongue exploring me with the same thoughtful attention he gave everything else. My thighs trembled on either side of his head as he brought me to the edge again, the intensity building faster this time. When I came for the second time, it was with a broken cry that seemed to echo through the clearing, my body arching off the blanket as pleasure crashed through me.
Miles kissed his way back up my body, his lips gentle against my heated skin. When he reached my mouth, I tasted myself on his tongue, the intimacy of it making me shiver. His hardness pressed against my thigh, a reminder of his own need.
"Miles, please," I begged, not entirely sure what I was asking for but knowing I needed more—needed him.
“I’ve got you. Don’t worry.” He muttered as he moved and positioned himself at my entrance, his eyes never leaving mine as he slowly, carefully pushed inside. The sensation was intense—a fullness that bordered on overwhelming but felt absolutely right. I gasped at the stretch, my body adjusting to accommodate him. His forehead pressed against mine, his breathing ragged as he fought for control.
"Are you okay?" he asked, his voice strained with the effort of holding still.
"Yes," I whispered, my hands sliding up his back to pull him closer. "Don't stop."
