He sucks hard on my nipples, first one, then the other.
My body screams with want. This is all we have, but this is perfect.
He kisses his way down my stomach. Over my inner thigh. "I've been dreaming about this."
He moves closer. Almost.
Palms flat against the inside of my knees, he pushes my legs onto the bed so I'm splayed open for him. His plaything again, but God, do I love the way he plays.
He runs his tongue over my sex. Pleasure screams through me as my body remembers how good this feels, how much it misses him.
He sucks on my outer lips. Then it's the gentle scrape of his teeth. He works his way to my clit, his fingers trailing over my inner thighs.
"Miles," I groan. I dig my hands into his hair.
His tongue slides over my clit.
Anything teasing or gentle is gone. His mouth is on me, and he's licking me in every place that craves his tongue. My body reacts quickly. The knot inside me is intense, and he's the only thing that can undo it.
He's the only thing that can make me feel good.
He licks me, dragging his fingertips over my thighs. I groan. All the ugly parts of the day fade away. Right now, I feel good. Right now, there's pleasure in the world.
Hell, the world is fucking beautiful.
His tongue, his mouth, his lips—they're perfect. He explores my sex until I'm shaking then he focuses right on that spot.
His mouth is soft, warm, so perfectly wet. That knot of pleasure inside me grows and grows, until it's so tight, so intense I scream.
The neighbors will pound on the walls. I don't care. I scream until I'm sure I'm breaking glass.
He licks me again, and it sends me over the edge. That knot unravels and pleasure washes through my body. My muscles relax, my legs flopping against the bed.
He drags his lips over my stomach, stopping at my breasts to draw circles around my nipples. "You're sexier than I remembered." He sucks on my nipple until I squeak.
He bites my nipple. Lust shoots through me again, washing away whatever thought was forming in my brain. Conversation… we have no use for that. The only appropriate sound is a throaty groan.
He moves to my other nipple and sucks gently. I moan, rocking my hips against him, scraping my nails against his back.
"I missed you," he says.
"You missed this."
"No." He flicks his tongue against my nipple. "I missed you." His hands plant around my shoulders, and he meets my gaze. "Do you believe me?"
He's staring at me, staring through me. But there's something in his gorgeous eyes—I do believe him.
"Fuck me," I breathe.
"Fuck, yes."
Miles cups my ass, bringing my body towards his. And there it is. The tip of his cock strains against my sex.
No condom. There's nothing between us. Nothing but our bodies joining.
He sighs as he enters me. Any hint of tension or doubt flees my body. This is exactly where I need to be. Hell, this is everything I need.
I arch my back and bring my legs to his chest, my ankles over his shoulders. It's tighter and deeper than it was before.
