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I take a few breaths, unclenching my fists and surrendering to the waves of pleasure rolling over me. "Yeah. So good." I rock back, letting him know I'm ready for movement. "Fuck me, Miles. However you want to.Please."
He pulls out about halfway, then pushes back in, repeating this a few times. As he does, one hand leaves my hip and finds its way to my hair. He really is obsessed with it.
"Pull my hair," I tell him when the touch is too delicate, too gentle.
"I don't want to hurt you."
Our eyes meet in the mirror. "You won't. Just, just…be free."
A rough growly sound emanates from deep inside him. His hips start thrusting harder, and he pulls my hair hard, forcing my head back and causing my back to arch.
I reach down and start jerking my cock as Miles finds that magic spot, pounding into my prostate relentlessly. I keep my gaze locked on him in the mirror, watching as this new side of him emerges. It's primal and passionate and so fucking sexy, seeing Miles lose himself like this.
He keeps slamming into me, harder and harder with each thrust.
"Gettin' close," he mutters.
"Same," I cry out, my lower belly tightening, my balls banging against my inner thighs.
"Blow inside me, Miles!"
My eyes are locked on the mirror. I can't believe I've drawn this exact scenario and now I'm fucking living it. This is heaven.
Miles's face contorts as he tugs my hair and finds his release. I watch, mesmerized, as his big frame shakes and twists and rocks behind me.
When he's done, I reach my crescendo. My eyes snap closed, stars fill my vision, and my whole body shudders, overtaken by a hurricane of on orgasm.
When the last of the high is wrung out of me, Miles whispers, "I'm going to pull out."
"No. Please don't."
I see Miles's confused face in the mirror. "Before you do, just, just…"
"Just what, baby?"
"Just lie down on top of me for a minute.Please."
He frowns. "I don't want to hurt you."
"You won't." I smile. "I just need to feel you."
He may not understand how important this is for me, how I've wanted to feel his body over mine for so long, but he nods and very, very carefully lowers his body until he's covering me like a warm blanket.
He's being considerate, supporting himself on his elbows, so I'm not taking his full weight, but it feels incredible. Him on top of me, his sweat-drenched skin against mine, the warm heat of his flesh, his ragged breaths ghosting over me.
It's the perfect ending to the most unexpected few days of my life.
* * *
Six months later…
"I'm nervous." I clutch the flowers tightly against my chest. I can feel my heart beating like crazy under my suit.
"Why?" Miles asks.
We stop walking and move to the side of the entrance to the restaurant where we're meeting his parents.
"Uh, 'cause meeting your boyfriend's parents for the first time is a massively big deal."
