Some Sort of Crazy(34)
“You want it?” Miles growled in my ear, the little pulses of his hips driving me mad. “You want everything?”
“Yes!” I cried, near tears. “Yes!”
He rocked into me hard and fast. Then it began—the longest, most intense orgasm of my life. An orgasm that jarred my bones, stopped my heart, stole my breath. It was more powerful, more potent, more euphoric than any orgasm I’d ever experienced. It was a moregasm, and I never wanted it to end.
In the final throes, Miles changed his position a little and lasted only about two seconds before I felt the skin on his back ripple with gooseflesh and his body went stiff above me. I lifted my hips, giving him more friction, and he moaned as his cock throbbed deep inside me.
He dropped his head into the crook of my neck. “Oh my God. Natalie.”
I ran my hands through his hair, overcome with affection for him. “What?”
“I… I can’t find words.”
“No?”
“No. Wait, yes. Hold on. I need to breathe. I’m not thinking straight.” He laid his cheek on my chest.
Every part of my body was still tingling as I cradled his head. “It’s OK, honey.”
“Wow.” He inhaled and exhaled. “This is crazy. I have spent a lot of time fantasizing about fucking you. Like, a lot. But the real thing just blew the fantasy out of the water.”
“Oh, stop.”
“No, I mean it.” He picked up his head and looked down at me. “In general, I’m a fan of sex, but that—that was something else entirely.”
“I agree. What the hell did you do to me in there? I’ve never felt that before.”
“Good.” He kissed my collarbone. My breast. My cheek.
“We must have really needed that, huh?”
“Well, I did. That’s for sure. Nine years, I’ve been waiting. And yes, you were worth it.” His whole body shivered.
I giggled. “Oh yeah?”
“Definitely.”
“Good. Maybe I won’t make you wait another nine before we do it again.”
He looked elated. “Seriously?”
I shrugged. “That was the most fun I’ve ever had in bed, spankings and all.”
“Sweetheart, you keep being bad like you were tonight, and I’ll spank you as often as you like.”
“We’ll see,” I said slyly. “Now you better let me get some sleep because I have to get up and go to work in like an hour or something.”
Miles rolled off of me, put his glasses on and picked up his phone. “You have to get up at four?”
“Yes. What time is it?”
“You don’t want to know.”
“Tell me.”
“Two fifteen.”
“Oh God. Tomorrow is not going to feel good.”
“But tonight did.”
I smiled. “Yes. It did.”
Miles went across the hall to the bathroom, and when he came back, I went. After cleaning up a little, I looked at my reflection in the mirror and actually felt like smiling. My hair was a wreck, my eyes were still puffy, and my face was a little scratched from Miles’s scruffy chin, but I looked happy. Relaxed. Satisfied.
With a spring in my step, I went back into Miles’s room and jumped into bed next to him. Immediately, he pulled me into his arms, spooning me.
“This is what I wanted to do earlier,” he said, his arm tight around my waist. “Before the sex happened.”
I laughed, snuggling back into him. “This probably would have led to the sex anyway.”
I felt a little nudge against my ass.
“Um, it still might.”
I sighed, but secretly I was thrilled. “OK, but a quickie this time. No eating at the restaurant first.”
“No promises.” He kissed the back of my neck, my shoulder blade, my upper arm. “It so happens that I have a taste for buns right now, and you, my sweet, have the best buns around.” He kissed his way down my arm and threw the blankets off, putting his lips on my hip. When he sank his teeth into my ass, making me shriek, I realized I didn’t care if I ever slept before the sun came up.
Who knew what tomorrow would be like—maybe we’d go back to being just friends, maybe not. I was just as confused about my feelings as I had been before.
But if I only had one night with Miles, I wanted to make it count.
Jesus. Fucking. Christ.
How was it possible that Natalie was even better in my bed than she’d been in my head? No woman should have been able to live up to the idealized version of her that I’d dreamed about, but not only did she look gorgeous naked, have a deliciously sweet pussy, and insist on sucking my dick, but she was playful enough to let me spank her, submissive when I wanted her to be, and yet unafraid to take what she wanted from me. To ask for it. And the way she looked up at me when I was inside her—like she’d never been with anyone else. Like she’d waited for me all this time. Like she was mine.