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Taking another breath, Daisy leaned forward, stopping just before she kissed me. Her eyes darted to mine, pleading, and I gave her what she wanted:
Permission.
Chapter Twenty-eight
Daisy
Miles had me naked, my chest pinned to the headboard, my knees under my belly. He was behind me, devouring every inch of soaked flesh between my thighs. He took my thoughts away. Closed off my doubts with thick layers of pleasure. The way he touched me made me forget, if only for now, that I was untouchable outside these walls.
When I’d come out of the bathroom and offered him this night with me, I’d thought he’d take it hard and fast. I hadn’t expected hesitation. Nor for him to want to take his time once he gave in.
He had.
Slipping my panties off in slow motion.
Kissing me with the leisure of a man who had all the time in the world.
Studying my breasts like topographical maps. Licking and sucking them with the same enthusiasm he had for my cupcakes.
I couldn’t even remember how I’d ended up on my front, only that Miles had taken complete control of my body, moving it into the position he wanted. I’d allowed it to happen because he made letting go the easiest thing in the world.
“I’m going to come,” I panted. “Please, let me come.”
He moaned against my skin and pulled my clit between his lips. I had no idea why I thought he’d tease me, but he didn’t. He encouraged me, practically shoving me over the edge until I was clawing at the headboard and bucking against his mouth. It was so much, the tightness in my abdomen, his constant licking and humming. He wouldn’t let up. I saw stars from the overwhelming power of it.
That was when he flipped me over, flat on my back. My legs went over his shoulders, and two of his thick fingers filled my fluttering channel. He curved them inside me, and my hips flew off the bed.
“Miles!” I yelled, the world turning to blinking stars. “Oh my god, Miles.”
He’d found a raw spot inside me, and he wasn’t letting it go. “There you go,” he rasped from between my thighs. “That’s a good girl. Keep coming for me, Daisy. Gonna wring you out.”
I shuddered and writhed, fighting it because it was new and strange. The heaviness in my belly, the liquid heat flowing from within me to where his fingers laid waste to everything I thought I knew about my own pleasure.
He pressed and rubbed, licked and sucked. Pressure built inside me. I moaned for relief, wiggled my hips to escape or maybe to take more. Nothing helped. It had to happen. I had to let him do this to me. Resistance was only prolonging this sweet torture.
“Miles, I can’t—” I raised my arm above my head to push on the headboard, bringing me closer, him deeper. He growled at me, and that did it—unpinned the grenade and pulled the plug. An explosion and a release at the same time.
I rocked sideways, screaming into the pillow beside my head as lava flowed from within me and my hips flopped on the mattress, out of my control. Slick arousal slid down my thighs and ass, and Miles’ waiting mouth drank it like the finest honey.
“More,” he demanded, his lips grazing my inner thigh.
“I really can’t.”
He’d wrung me out as promised. There was nothing left. Even if I’d wanted to come again—it was questionable—I didn’t have anything to give. Two orgasms in a row was a record for me—and two orgasms like that? I’d never experienced anything like it.
“You can, Daisy-daze.”
Gripping my thighs, he rolled and shifted us higher on the mattress. I barely knew where I was before he was yanking me down on his tongue and lapping at me again. My hands shot out to hold onto the headboard.
“No. This isn’t—” I forgot what my complaint was about.
It might’ve been that he didn’t want me sitting on his face, but he very obviously did. He had me pinned there, an iron-clad hold on my legs making movement impossible. The sounds coming from him as he buried his face in my folds were nothing short of euphoric. He wanted me here. He was having fun doing this. If he’d told me it was his favorite thing on earth, I would have believed him.
Miles deriving pleasure from pleasuring me made me lightheaded. Nails digging into the headboard, I ground myself against his tongue, trusting he would adjust me if he needed to. The way he groaned and lapped harder, I didn’t think I was going anywhere anytime soon.
One orgasm rolled into another. Then another. Time lost meaning. The air was thick with my arousal. He explored me from beneath, touching me as he drove me mad with his mouth.
I’d thought I’d had nothing left, but Miles kept finding more. The world tilted, and he had me on my back again, kneeling at my knees. He shrugged his dress shirt off, discarding it behind him. Saliva pooled in my mouth as I watched his powerful form revealed little by little. Knowing I’d been sitting on his face while he had been fully dressed turned me on beyond reason. All of this was beyond reason.
