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ankle.
“Mmmm,” he hummed in smug approval as he slipped beneath the white silk and lace. Long, powerful fingers stroked back and forth with the perfect amount of pressure before circling and dipping inside. A few expert curls in exactly the right spot had her head falling back and her hands clutching at his powerful shoulders.
It felt good, so very good. Her climax was coming on hard and fast, so fast she hadn’t even had time to be remotely embarrassed. Miles flicked his thumb and then pressed down and her orgasm rolled over her like a freight train.
Before her eyes rolled completely back into her head, she caught the clock over her sink, mentally noting the time: twelve fifty-six .
Three minutes.
* * *
S he was so hot, and right now she was putty in his hands. Had any woman ever been so responsive from just a finger or two? He’d like to think that he was just that good, but not even he was that full of himself. Which meant that she must have really needed this.
“Looks like I’m one for one,” he crooned as his hand continued to work, bringing her down gently. “What else did you wish for, birthday girl?”
If she answered, he didn’t hear it. His attention was focused elsewhere.
Miles pulled one of the stools over and sat back, coaxing her knees apart and easing himself between her legs.
“Beautiful,” he said, breathing in her heady, sweet scent. He pressed forward, planting a whisper-soft kiss at the very heart of her desire. Bare, just the way he liked it.
Apparently she liked that too, because her calves were suddenly draped over his shoulders, her ankles crossed behind his neck and she was drawing him in deeper.
Oh, yeah. He smiled against her, parting his lips and giving her a proper kiss.
“Miles, oh God, Miles...” she moaned. Her fingers tangled in his hair, tugging just hard enough to shoot his lust up another few notches. Her nails scraped lightly at his scalp. Either the woman had psychic skills or she had just blindly stumbled onto the one thing guaranteed to get her a good, hard fucking.
He licked and suckled and kissed, rewarding her when she began to move her hips. A brief glance up only confirmed what he already knew: Liz was lost.
She looked so incredibly beautiful there, splayed out on the counter, a succulent feast for him and him alone. But once again, it didn’t last nearly as long as he would have liked. All too soon he felt her toned, sexy legs begin to tighten around his neck.
“Yes, baby,” he encouraged with a long, languorous lick. “Come for me, sweetness.”
His lips wrapped around her little bundle of nerves while he worked his thumb just inside of her. She was getting closer, climbing higher. And just when she was about to topple over the edge, he switched digits and extended his long middle finger, curving it deep inside, applying pressure in one very specific place.
It pushed her over the edge. With a violent intake of breath, she lifted her hips and froze, suspended in the grips of another powerful orgasm.
It was good, but not good enough. She still hadn’t screamed his name.
“Two for two, birthday girl. Let’s see if I can go for three and hit the triple.”
* * *
L iz moaned, her legs quivering like jelly around his neck. Two orgasms in such quick succession had her feeling somewhat boneless.
Miles’ deep voice rumbled. He was saying something, but in her disoriented state, she wasn’t quite sure what. She opened her eyes to ask him to repeat whatever it was, but the words froze on her lips. He was still there, between her trembling legs, but he was in the process of removing his shirt.
And .... holy hell in a handbasket ! His chest, his shoulders, his abs were even better than she had imagined. She followed the light trail of dark, silky hair down and inhaled deeply.
He was undoing his pants. In one heartbeat his belt was unclasped, the ends hanging open
“Mmmm,” he hummed in smug approval as he slipped beneath the white silk and lace. Long, powerful fingers stroked back and forth with the perfect amount of pressure before circling and dipping inside. A few expert curls in exactly the right spot had her head falling back and her hands clutching at his powerful shoulders.
It felt good, so very good. Her climax was coming on hard and fast, so fast she hadn’t even had time to be remotely embarrassed. Miles flicked his thumb and then pressed down and her orgasm rolled over her like a freight train.
Before her eyes rolled completely back into her head, she caught the clock over her sink, mentally noting the time: twelve fifty-six .
Three minutes.
* * *
S he was so hot, and right now she was putty in his hands. Had any woman ever been so responsive from just a finger or two? He’d like to think that he was just that good, but not even he was that full of himself. Which meant that she must have really needed this.
“Looks like I’m one for one,” he crooned as his hand continued to work, bringing her down gently. “What else did you wish for, birthday girl?”
If she answered, he didn’t hear it. His attention was focused elsewhere.
Miles pulled one of the stools over and sat back, coaxing her knees apart and easing himself between her legs.
“Beautiful,” he said, breathing in her heady, sweet scent. He pressed forward, planting a whisper-soft kiss at the very heart of her desire. Bare, just the way he liked it.
Apparently she liked that too, because her calves were suddenly draped over his shoulders, her ankles crossed behind his neck and she was drawing him in deeper.
Oh, yeah. He smiled against her, parting his lips and giving her a proper kiss.
“Miles, oh God, Miles...” she moaned. Her fingers tangled in his hair, tugging just hard enough to shoot his lust up another few notches. Her nails scraped lightly at his scalp. Either the woman had psychic skills or she had just blindly stumbled onto the one thing guaranteed to get her a good, hard fucking.
He licked and suckled and kissed, rewarding her when she began to move her hips. A brief glance up only confirmed what he already knew: Liz was lost.
She looked so incredibly beautiful there, splayed out on the counter, a succulent feast for him and him alone. But once again, it didn’t last nearly as long as he would have liked. All too soon he felt her toned, sexy legs begin to tighten around his neck.
“Yes, baby,” he encouraged with a long, languorous lick. “Come for me, sweetness.”
His lips wrapped around her little bundle of nerves while he worked his thumb just inside of her. She was getting closer, climbing higher. And just when she was about to topple over the edge, he switched digits and extended his long middle finger, curving it deep inside, applying pressure in one very specific place.
It pushed her over the edge. With a violent intake of breath, she lifted her hips and froze, suspended in the grips of another powerful orgasm.
It was good, but not good enough. She still hadn’t screamed his name.
“Two for two, birthday girl. Let’s see if I can go for three and hit the triple.”
* * *
L iz moaned, her legs quivering like jelly around his neck. Two orgasms in such quick succession had her feeling somewhat boneless.
Miles’ deep voice rumbled. He was saying something, but in her disoriented state, she wasn’t quite sure what. She opened her eyes to ask him to repeat whatever it was, but the words froze on her lips. He was still there, between her trembling legs, but he was in the process of removing his shirt.
And .... holy hell in a handbasket ! His chest, his shoulders, his abs were even better than she had imagined. She followed the light trail of dark, silky hair down and inhaled deeply.
He was undoing his pants. In one heartbeat his belt was unclasped, the ends hanging open
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