His knowing grin, and the way his tongue rolls over his bottom lip, tells me he has a pretty good inkling what I’m thinking about.
“Right after grad school, and before I went to work for Graham, I took a month and traveled to Asia. The culture always intrigued me, and I had a good friend at Yale, Ming Su, that grew up in China, and her family still lived there. They were gracious enough to let me stay with them for a few weeks, and it was fascinating and beautiful. I learned a lot from their culture, and I think it helped. . .”
I glance up from my takeout container to find Miles staring off over my shoulder, lost in thought.
“It helped to get away from your grief for a while?”
His eyes flick back to mine, lips compressed tightly as he nods. “Yeah, that. And it kept the memories at bay and helped me find my will to live again. I took up some Tai Chi practices and learned some of the Buddhist monks' philosophies. It was pretty powerful stuff.”
“That sounds cool. Do you still practice?”
His head drops, shaking it as he spears another vegetable piece. “Nah, I don’t. I really should, though.”
“When I lived with my friend, Christiana, we, along with our friend, Taylor, would attend yoga classes twice a week. More if we had time. I think we pile on so much in our heads from everyday life that we become polluted with negative energy and emotional baggage, and it manifests as toxins in our body. We need those outlets to detox our bodies to free ourselves from it all, you know?”
“I agree,” he nods, setting his food aside and moving to his hands and knees to crawl to where I sit. “You know what other physical activity works great for reducing stress?”
I giggle when he leans in and bites my neck, licking a swath of skin underneath my ear.
Without even a look, he removes the container and utensils from my hands, setting them aside, and covers me with his body, as he lies me down on the floor.
Staring up into his gorgeous eyes, I quirk a smile. “No, but I bet you’re about to educate me on that option.”
With one hand propping him up over me, he slips his other hand between us, lifting the material of my skirt, brushing his knuckles over my sensitive thighs.
A shiver runs down my spine, goosebumps breaking out over my skin, as his mouth latches to my neck, sucking a path down my chest and his fingers simultaneously work their magic over my panties.
“Remove your shirt and bra,” he commands in a growl. “I need to feel you.”
I do as he asks, quickly unbuttoning, unclasping, and divesting myself of the layers of clothing between us, while his fingers tease over my clit through the silk of my panties.
With my breasts now bare, Miles drops his head to cover my nipple with his mouth, pulling it between his teeth and then laving over it with his wet tongue. I writhe underneath him from the pleasure he bestows. My nipples so hard and sensitive, the sensations shooting straight to my core, my inner walls clenching in unison crying out to be filled by him. By his cock.
“Miles,” I murmur. “I want you inside me.”
He edges underneath my panties, his finger skimming over the swollen nub, my hips darting off the floor, and without preamble, eases two fingers inside.
I groan loudly from the intrusion, his fingers stretching me, filling me, curling and hitting that perfect spot that has me trembling with need. Need for more.
“You’re a greedy little girl, aren’t you, Button?”
“Mmm. Yes. Please.”
While none of my pleas make any sense, they’re on a constant loop as he continues to overwhelm me with pleasure, his filthy words and spoken fantasies driving me closer and closer to my release.
“I want you on top and riding me, your tits jiggling in my face.”
“I want to fuck you bare. Come inside your sweet pussy.”
And oh, my word, every image curated by his filthy mouth takes me to places I’ve never been before with anyone else.
His thumb rubs over my clit, his mouth sucking my tight pebbled nipple in his mouth, as I hoarsely cry out my release.
“Miles. . . oh God. . . Miles.” My head thrashes back and forth, my body tightens. I come with such intensity it feels like I’ve been shot into outer space from the force in which I orgasm.
No sooner do I return to Earth from that high, when Miles slips off his jeans, throws my skirt up over my belly, yanks aside my panties, and slams his cock inside me hard.
His girth stretches me wide, my pussy clenching as I claw my fingers down his back, slipping underneath the material of his T-shirt, scoring down the strained muscles of his backside, digging and scraping to get him closer.
