Unveiled(119)

I cry out when his mouth encases my clitoris, his fingers still pushing into me gently. I’m beginning to shake uncontrollably. “Miller!”

He withdraws his fingers and moves fast, lying between my legs and placing his hands on my inner thighs to push them wide apart. I go rigid, probably hampering him, but my climax is taking hold. The wet heat of his mouth suckling at me pushes me gently over the edge as I expel a long controlled rush of breath. I liquefy on the bed. I’m pulsing under his tongue, long and steady, drinking in air and circling my hips into his mouth. “I love it when you cry my name in desperation.” He laps his tongue around my soaking core, gently easing me down from my subtle release.

“I love it when you make me that desperate.” I spasm when his lips scatter gentle pecks all over my swollen center, working his way back up my body until he’s at eye level with me. Gazing into his burning eyes, he swivels his hips and plunges deeply, catching me a little off guard. His brow is shimmering with sweat, the gorgeous lock of hair skimming his damp skin. “You’re so warm.” He pushes forward some more, his eyes flickering. “You feel so fucking good.”

I press my lips to his, and he responds on a long, low moan, circling my tongue slowly with his. “Not as good as you,” I mumble against his lips, his long stubble grazing my face.

He breaks our kiss and circles my nose with his. “We’ll agree to disagree.” His hips swing into action, pulling out slowly. “Olivia.” He whispers my name, and it only serves to increase my heart rate and transform the heat in my veins to flames. “Olivia Taylor, my most precious possession.” He pushes forward soft and slow and with the utmost control.

My back bows, my hands taking ahold of his shoulders, feeling the flexing muscles as he withdraws again.

“I love taking my time with you.”

I close my eyes on a long moan and let him do exactly that.

“Don’t deprive me of your eyes, sweet girl. I need to see them. Show me.”

I can’t refuse him. I know he partly survives on the comfort and strength they offer him. Now he really needs that comfort and strength, so I reveal my sapphires to his piercing blues. He’s braced on his forearms, watching me carefully as he delivers lazy drives into me. My hips begin to move with him, turning those drives into grinding rotations. The friction is divine and constant, our groins locked together, circling around and around. I begin to pant. “Please.”

“What do you want?” he asks calmly. I don’t know how he does it. It’s infuriating. I can feel my body losing control as my pleasure builds.

“I need to come again,” I admit, loving that his cock actually swells in response to my confession. “I want you to make me scream your name.”

His eyes sparkle wildly, his erection answering again with another expansion. My hips are on autopilot now, which is good because all I can concentrate on is the delicious fire crackling between my thighs.

“No screaming today,” he says, dropping his mouth to mine. “Today you’ll moan into my mouth, and I’m going to swallow every second of it.” He notches up a gear with his rotating hips, flinging me back to the brink. I’m going at his mouth too roughly, but I make the most of it because I know what’s coming.

“Savor me, Livy,” he orders gently, instantly reining me in. My hands drift down his strong arms and feel their way across to his bum. I moan happily and stroke over the firmness for a short while, then grab on. He’s moaning now, too, our collective sounds clashing between our mouths as they duel gently. “Here it comes.” His tongue speeds up, encouraging me to follow, which I do, my muscles hardening under him. I can feel all of the signs in him. He’s breathless, tense, and vibrating against me. “Oh shit, Olivia.” He bites my lip, then resumes his passionate, hungry kiss. “Ready?”

“Yes!” I yelp, working hard to capture the peak. It’s nearly there. It’s…

“I’m going!” he shouts into my mouth. “Come with me, Olivia!”

“Miller!”

“Fuck, yes!” He circles deeply one last time, then withdraws and pushes forward slowly on a broken groan, hurling me skyward. My spine snaps into a violent arch as I crumble into helplessness beneath him, my eyes closing and my head falling to the side in an exhausted heap.

Wet warmth coats my insides, and Miller collapses onto me, panting erratically into my neck. In my postclimax haze, I’m vaguely aware of him softening within me.

And there we drift off together, still connected and blanketed in each other.


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