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That only makes me want him more.
I nod. “I need you.Fuck,I need you. I just… I don’t think I’ll be any good at it.”
He sags and then smiles. “Don’t worry,” he says, drawing my face to his to give me a tender kiss that ricochets all the way down to my toes, already ridding himself of his pants with his free hand. “You’ll be perfect. Youareperfect. Just relax. We can go slow.”
His steel-hard cock brushes against my thigh before he presses the head against my wet opening, sucks in a breath and holds it there. “I can stop at any time, sweetheart. If this is too much, or it hurts, or you don’t like it, you tell me. I’ll stop.”
I nod quickly, and he breeches me. It feels nothing like the toys I’ve used on myself, and my inner muscles pulse with the need to be filled. There’s a brief pinch of pain when he seats himself fully, his size much larger than anything I’ve experienced, but I’m so relaxed from his tongue that there isn’t much more than that. We both groan as he settles himself there, so deep it’s hard to breathe. “Are you all right?” he asks. His arms are shaking as he keeps himself from thrusting forward. From his instinct to claim me.
“Yes, please move,” I say, a frantic need building inside me. “I need you to move. Now.”
He presses a kiss just under my jaw and pulls out, only to thrust back in. He moves slowly at first, but at my moans he succumbs to his desire and groans his pleasure as he picks up speed. He grunts with each thrust, low primal noises that underline my own cries. My core is already tightening, and I grip the muscled bone of his hips, digging my fingers in as I throw my head back.
It’s deliciously primal. The wet slaps of our flesh against each other, the animalistic moans that escape our mouths. It overwhelms my senses, and I spiral higher and higher until I break, coming with a broken cry of pleasure. My muscles clamp down around his cock with every pulse, and he pulls out with a shuddering breath as his knot swells.
I want to tell him not to stop, that I want all of him. I want his knot.Fuck,I’ve never wanted anything more, but I’m in awe as I watch him stroke the head of his erection, glistening with my slick, and I can’t seem to find the words. My body still tingling and tight from my own ecstasy.
Miles’ lips part and his eyes meet mine as he comes, switching from stroking the head of his wet cock to the base, where he squeezes his knot. He doubles over with an almost pained expression, burying his head into the crook of my neck to bite down on my shoulder.
I gasp at the sensation, both pain and pleasure. He hasn’t broken the skin, but it still feels like a claiming. Especially with his hot release shooting over my lower abdomen, marking me with his scent.
As we both come down from the high, he rests his forehead against mine before slipping back to the side, nuzzling the side of my neck with a low purr, marking me with his scent glands until I can smell our scents combined and sigh heavily at how perfect the result is.
“You were incredible,” Miles says, his breaths still coming short.
His praise hits something inside me, something lost and lonely that longs for approval. Something rumbles in my chest, and I freeze, startled by the noise.
“You’re purring,” he says, his voice filled with delight.
“I’m purring,” I say, eyes rounding with wonder. “Oh, God, I’m purring. I haven’t purred since I was a teenager.”
Miles’s hand cups my chin, and he tilts me up for a soft kiss. “Purr away, baby. Purr away.”
“You didn’t knot me,” I remember, shifting as he eases the bulk of his weight off me. “Why didn’t you?”
“You aren’t ready for a knot yet,” he says. “I don’t want to hurt you.”
I try to imagine what we just did, but with the added pleasure of a knot stuffing me full and pressing against the most delicious pressure points. “I think I’d be okay with one next time.”
My cheeks heat.
“I-I want to try it.”
“Next time?” he asks, his eyebrows rising. “Do you want there to be a next time?”
I should tell him no. I should deny that this was anything more than a one-time thing. But how could anyone not want to do that a thousand times?
Is it wrong to want more, even if the eventual consequences will hurt us all? Just this once, I want to choose something for myself.
“Riley?” he presses, tilting my chin so I’m looking into his eyes again, drowning in them.
And I’m powerless to do anything but give him the truth. Do I want there to be a next time?
“Yes,” I say, my lips forming the word all on their own.
FIFTEEN
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