Page 57 of Falling

I laughed, turning my head to steal another kiss, rocking against him again. “Even then,” I said, lips brushing his. “All you need is a little practice.”

“I like the way practice feels,” Miles said, burying his face against my neck. I could feel his cheeks burning, but he was smiling against my skin, too, and that was all I needed to know. As long as he was happy.

“Then don’t worry about it,” I said, building up to a rhythm, adjusting my grip on his butt to pull him closer, get him a better angle. “Just enjoy it.”

Miles made a low, happy sound against my neck, thighs tightening around me as I rocked us both together, letting myself bask in the way he felt against me. He fitted like he’d been carved just for this, just for me to hold close, so perfect it was hard to believe he was real.

I bit my lip as he joined in with the rhythm, angling his hips to take what he needed. Pride swelled in my chest at knowing he was gaining confidence, getting to know himself, and that he felt safe enough with me to explore.

I couldn’t stop myself kissing him again. Filthier than I had before, sucking on his tongue to see how he liked that, sharing a groan as he ground down against me, gasping into my mouth. His fingers curled around my arm, biting deep into it as he whimpered, strokes speeding up. Taking charge.

I loved that. I didn’t normally care one way or another, but knowing that Miles felt like he could take charge with me, that felt good. I’d worried about him not feeling safe if he knew how I wanted him, but if anything he seemed to feel safer now.

That blooming I’d been hoping for might’ve been closer than I thought.

“Book,” he panted into my mouth, sweats sliding down so that the tip of his cock smeared precome all over my belly, sending a shiver down my spine. He wasn’t even doing it on purpose, he was just effortlessly the sexiest person I’d ever been with and I wasn’t sure I’d ever get enough of him. I didn’t want to get enough of him. I wanted to want him, and want him, and want him.

“I got you,” I promised him. “Come for me, it’s okay.”

The sound Miles made when his hips stuttered a few thrusts later was going to stay with me forever. That I could make him sound like that, relieved and overjoyed and a tiny bit overwhelmed but still so happy was the best thing that’d ever happened to me.

I eased him through the peak of it with a firm hand on his butt, guiding his strokes, slowing him down to draw it out so he got the most out of it. I loved getting to show him all of this, to teach him how much he could enjoy his own body. And mine, if he wanted.

My heart lit up at the final satisfied grunt that escaped him before he collapsed on my chest.

“Good?” I asked, running a soothing hand up and down his back.

Miles nodded, still worn out, and then made an effort to look up at me. “Did you…?”

I shook my head. No, I hadn’t come, and I was still rock hard. It was worse now I’d watched Miles come. Now I knew I’d made him.

“Doesn’t matter,” I said.

“Does matter,” Miles murmured, raising himself up and sliding back a few inches, making me hiss as half his weight ground down on my cock.

He looked down at me like I was a puzzle he was trying to solve, adorably post-orgasm hazy, brows knitted together as he stared at my cock.

I took pity on him, shoving my hand into my underwear to jerk myself off, pushing it out of the way so he could see.

I glanced up just in time to see his tongue dart out to wet his lips and almost came at the sight of it. How did I get so lucky? How was this beautiful man sitting on my hips while I jerked off, watching me with undisguised hunger in his eyes?

If I’d imagined putting on a show for him, I’d already forgotten about it. All I could do was watch his face, eyes dark, lips parted, staring down at me like he’d never seen anything so exciting in his life.

“Book,” he breathed, meeting my eyes, and that was all it took for me to come, the sudden rush of it making my back arch, which made Miles’s thighs tighten around me to hold on, which only made me come harder. Spots danced in front of my eyes as I peaked, only fading when I started to catch my breath, Miles still staring at me with his mouth hanging open.

I watched as he reached out, ran his thumb through the mess on my stomach, and then sucked it into his mouth.

If I hadn’t just come, that might’ve been enough to set me off all over again. The sound I made would have been embarrassing if I wasn’t sure Miles wouldn’t judge me.

“Should I… not do that?” Miles asked hesitantly.

“No, no. It’s fine. It’s, I mean… It’s safe. You’re fine.”

“It’s just that you gave me this look…” he said, licking an escaped drop off his lips, as though he was trying to hide what he was doing.

“That’s just the way my face looks when my brain is actually melting from arousal,” I said. “You’re also allowed to lick anything you want.”

Miles’s gaze dropped straight to my spent cock.