I reach behind me, struggling slightly, as I reach for my zip and drop my dress down to my ankles. His mouth falls open when he notices I’m not wearing a bra as I stand there in nothing but my pink panties. The cool chill of the wind hits me, and my nipples go hard. He’s still shell-shocked when I bend down and start to unbutton his shirt.
“I can do it myself,” he mumbles when he gets his voice back, blinking up at me.
“Can you?” I cock my head to the side with a smug grin and he hums.
He shrugs off his shirt and takes off his jeans, until we’re both stood there with nothing but our underwear. I take my time to memorise the curves of his tanned chest with my fingers, feeling him tense beneath me. I’m about to make a snarky comment but he brings his hands around my waist. The skin-to-skin contact makes all my nerves and senses sing. I step backwards slightly until the back of knees hit the bed.
“You’re so beautiful, Wren,” he whispers, and he presses an open mouthed kissed to my chest, just above my breast. I gasp at how light and tender the feeling is. “So, fucking, beautiful. I want to worship you.”
“Then do it if you're not all mouth.” I smile but my voice turns into a yelp when he pushes me onto the bed. He climbs over me, looking at me with a sexy, evil smile. He kisses me on the lips gently once before slowly making his way down my body. His lips catch onto my nipple and a moan slips out of my mouth. He laughs against my stomach, and I dig my heel into his back as payback. His glorious journey down my body stops at the waistline of my panties.
He looks up at me, dead in the eyes, as he hooks his fingers into the sides and pulls them down. I wiggle slightly as he pulls them over my ankles. I close my eyes, but he doesn’t move. For a second, I think he’s moved off the bed, but I open my eyes and he’s just staring at my bare body in front of him.
“What? Is, uh, something wrong?” I ask, wearily.
It’s been a long time since I’ve had anyone this close to my naked body. Augustus and I had sex before but even the foreplay was nowhere near as good as this. I never finished once with him. Well, to him he thinks I did but it turns out I’m just really good at faking it. Miles looks between my legs and then back up at me as he swallows.
“You’re soaking, Wren,” he says as if it isn’t obvious.
“Are you going to do something about it?”
Before I can even get my words out, his fingers slip inside of me in one quick motion. My words turn into a moan at the sensation. I immediately roll over him to cause more friction as he pumps in and out of me faster.
“Fuck, Miles,” I scream when his tongue moves over my clit. The sounds that I can hear myself making mixed in with the slick sound of his fingers inside of me are obscene. But exhilarating. His mouth and his fingers move inside me in a practiced motion, as I squirm beneath him.
I grip onto the sheet, turning my head to muffle my cries into the pillow. I had a feeling that feeling him inside me would be insane, but I could never have imagined this. I can’t remember the last time I got this tuned on. Actually, I can. It was that night at his house when he asked me to kiss him.
"Such a good girl," Miles murmurs into my skin, "So wet for me."
Is this what dying feels like? I'm willing to let it happen.
“Miles, I’m going to-”
Just as the words leave my mouth, his takes his fingers out of me, leaving me throbbing even more. I look down at him, my chest rising and falling. He keeps his eyes locked with mine as he puts his fingers in his mouth, a low sound coming from the back of his throat as he slowly drags them out. I can feel myself drowning at the sight of him.
He kneels off the bed and I sit up further to see what he’s doing. He doesn’t take his eyes off me as he slides down his boxers. I gulp when his dick springs free, dripping with pre-cum.Holy fuck.I scramble impatiently to the end of the bed at the same time he crawls onto it. I grab onto his shoulders and swing him down so he’s underneath me.
“What are you doing?” he laughs when I pin him down with my hands. Slowly, I drag my hands down his stomach until I get to where he’s straining. I circle my tongue around his tip before slowly slipping him into my mouth and then back out, staring into his green eyes. “Jesus, Wren.”
I use my hands to pump up and down his length, gaining more grunts of approval from him as I taste his saltiness. I fit more of him into my mouth, my eyes almost watering. He threads his fingers into my hair, his face pained with pleasure as he looks down at me.
I take him out of my mouth, dragging my tongue along his shaft. "Is this okay? I've not really done this before," I admit.
He groans when I lower my mouth onto him again, gaining more of him. The grip he has on my hair tightens when I start to suck faster, feeling him deep in my throat.
"You're perfect. Just like this. Fucking perfect," he pants. He thrusts himself down my throat until I'm gagging on him, loving the way he feels and tastes.
"Fuck. I need to be inside of you.”
I don’t wait long before taking him out of my mouth and kissing up his abdomen until I reach his face. I kiss tenderly along his jaw, lifting his head slightly so I can whisper into his ear.
“Do you have a condom?” He nods his head and reaches down to get his jeans. “I was kind of hoping you’d say no. Did you plan on doing this before we got here?”
He gives me an evil grin when he sits back up in the bed, condom in hand. “I knew you wouldn’t be able to resist me.”
I smother his words with a long kiss before sliding down him, taking the condom with me. I straddle his thighs as I open the wrapper. I take it out but and roll it onto him. I’m about to guide him into me but his hand covers mine.
“What’s going to happen after?” Miles asks, his voice wavering.
