It was hard.
Fast.
Perfect.
I wanted—no needed—to know what slow and gentle felt like. Although I had a feeling gentle would be missing.
“I want to stay.”
“Are you sure?”
I moved from my seat and straddled his lap. He groaned. Taking his face in my hands I crushed my mouth to his. Passion ignited, our tongues dueling for dominance. I had a feeling that would be a constant part of our relationship: this fight for power. I tore my lips away from his.
“I told you I wanted to stay, so take me upstairs.”
“Bossy. I think I like it.”
He curled his hands around my ass and stood with me in his arms. I wrapped my legs around his waist, moving my hips against his. My body was wet and ready for him.
“If you keep that up, I’m gonna flip you over and fuck you right here on the stairs.”
While the threat sounded promising, I had other things in mind. I nipped at his ear and whispered, “Another time. Now take me to your room.”
He finished the climb, taking the stairs two at a time, and for a brief moment I thought he’d put me on my feet; at least, until my back hit the mattress. He followed me down, covering my body with his, and kissed me. Miller’s kisses were like an erotic dance, with bends and flicks all mixed together to create enough desire to fill the entire room. I pushed my hips up into his again. Even the slight friction of the jeans against my clit settled some of the ache inside me.
He pulled his hips back away from mine. “Oh, no, no, no. I get to play with you for a little bit.”
“Miller,” I begged.
He shook his head and began unbuttoning my jeans. The moment the zipper reached the bottom they were off in a flash of denim and lace, as my underwear hit the floor, too. In a daze, I let him lift me, sitting me up so that my shirt and bra could join the rest of my clothes on the floor. His teeth started at my collarbone, taking small bites on the way down to my breasts, where he stopped and drew my nipple into his mouth. The was a tingle as his tongue flicked back and forth over the pert bud. I leaned back, resting my elbows on the bed, letting sensation wash over me.
Then he bit down.
And I saw stars.
For a brief moment I thought I might come. My arms slid out from underneath me, my body slamming down onto the bed. I squirmed, trying to get more friction from something, even if it was only Miller’s jeans. Only a little bit more and I would fall over the edge into paradise.
“Not yet,” he whispered, kissing his way across the valley of my breasts to tease the other nipple.
My mind was numb with the pleasure I was getting from his rotating licks and bites. My eyes closed and I became a mass of nerves, begging for attention. I was lost in a sea of pleasure when I felt a finger slip inside, only to pull back again and slide further down.
Oh.
He pressed his finger in. It felt strange, but I didn’t want him to stop. His teeth and tongue continued to torture my nipples. I thrashed my head on the pillow.
In. Out.
In. Out.
His finger sunk deeper into me and I could feel it building. It was there just at the tip of my toes . . .
Then he pulled away.
“Miller!” I lay there, suspended in a state of sexual need I’d never experienced before. His mouth descending quickly to take mine. This kiss wasn't like the ones from earlier. Those kisses let the passion build slowly between them. I felt this kiss all through my body, like an electric shock. His mouth possessed mine as he pushed his tongue past my lips, only to suck mine back into his mouth. My nipples hardened once again, begging for his touch, but as quickly as the kiss began, it ended, him pulling away again. I groaned at being denied once more.
Bending down he nibbled lightly on my ear before whispering, "Oh, we're not done."
I shivered at the feel of his breath on my skin.
"You're fucking gorgeous," Miller said in awe.
He leaned forward and licked a path through the center of my folds. "You taste amazing, too."
The room was starting to spin. Even though he'd stopped touching me, I could still feel the sexual tension radiating between us.
“Touch me, Miller.”
“I want to see you do it."
Color flooded my cheeks. I was no stranger to bringing myself pleasure, but having an audience was a different story.
Except desire had over taken my brain. It was like I was a different person, playing a part as I slipped my finger slowly around to stroke my clit. The sensations pouring through me as he undressed and watched as I touched myself had me feeling wild and carefree. Tearing open a condom, he rolled it down his long steely length, all the while his eyes never leaving my body.
When he made his way back to me, his mouth joined my fingers, licking up and down my folds, eventually taking my clit into his mouth. His tongue swirled, lightly sucking, driving me mad. The beauty of watching his head worshiping my body was more than I could explain. There was something decidedly erotic about having a man use his mouth to tease you, bringing you to the height of desire. His eyes focused on me as my breathing became more labored with each pass of his tongue, but my world exploded when his tongue thrust deeply into me. He continued to press into me as he helped me to ride out the aftershocks.