“You’re a dream come true,” he said with a slow smile.
“And you’re wearing entirely too many clothes,” she replied, and reached up to help him off with his jacket.
Her fingers were a little clumsy as she reached for the buttons of his shirt and slowly slid each one from its buttonhole and yanked the tails from the waistband of his trousers. She pressed her palms against his bare chest and splayed her fingers over his muscles. Her wrist twinged at the movement, but she ignored it because for some weird reason, it felt as if by skin-to-skin contact he was sharing his energy with her and she ached to feel more of him.
Chloe placed a wet kiss at the base of his throat and then trailed a line of kisses to one of his nipples while her fingers traced a circle around the other. Miles didn’t remain a disinterested party. His hands were at her waist, then sliding up over her rib cage to cup her breasts. She wasn’t heavily endowed in that area but he didn’t appear to be complaining. And nor was she as ripples of delight spread through her as he gently cupped and squeezed her breasts and rolled her tightly budded nipples between his fingers.
He was still overdressed, she decided, and she reached for his belt buckle. Her hands shook a little as she undid it and then loosened the fastening at the top of his zipper before pulling his zipper down and pushing his pants down past his thighs. Formfitting boxer briefs wrapped around his hips, and there was no doubting he was as turned on as she was. She grasped his length through the stretch cotton, relishing the hardness and the heat of him.
Miles kissed her again before saying, “Let’s move this to the bed, hmmm?”
Chloe stepped out of the glittering black circle of fabric pooled at her feet and walked across to the expansive bed, while Miles quickly divested himself of his shoes and socks and kicked his trousers to one side. He shrugged his shirt off, letting it fall on top of the rest of his clothing, and followed behind her. Then he reached past her to yank back the bedcovers and coax her onto the high thread count sheets that felt silken soft beneath her buttocks.
Miles knelt between her legs and removed her shoes, pressing a kiss into the arch of each of her feet as he did so. The sensation of his mouth against her incredibly sensitive skin sent spirals of pleasure up her legs and to the apex of her thighs. She was already wet for him, wet and ready and aching for his possession but he seemed to want to take his time. He trailed small kisses on the inside of her ankles, up along her calves, then the backs of her knees. She had no idea she had so many erogenous zones on her body, and she dropped back against the sheets, focusing solely on the pleasure he offered.
The feeling of his lightly stubbled jaw and the warm, wet heat of his mouth on her inner thighs made her moan again. And at her core she felt an insistent, pounding demand for more. His lips and hands drew inexorably closer to her center, and when his mouth closed over her and he pushed a warm breath through the lace of her thong she felt her hips lift off the bed in a desperate involuntary thrust.
She felt his fingers at the edges of her thong, and she fought the urge to beg him to move faster.
“You like that?” Miles rasped.
“Oh yes, please don’t stop.”
“What about this?” he asked as he brushed a finger around the entrance to her body, coating it in her moisture before encircling her clit.
“Yes! That, too.”
He kept up the motion, pressing incrementally more firmly and driving her closer and closer to climax.
“I think we can get rid of these now, don’t you?” he said and withdrew his hand to ease her thong down her legs and off completely.
She felt totally exposed, lying there with her legs splayed, but there was no embarrassment or discomfort. Instead she was mesmerized by the look on his face as he gazed down on her.
“You are so beautiful, Chloe. I want to give you so much pleasure you can barely think.”
She wanted that, too. “Yes,” she whispered, incapable of saying more.
He traced the inner edges of her hips and his fingers trailed down, down, down to her aching center. And then he bent his head and pressed his mouth to her clitoris, his tongue sweeping against the sensitive bud in a firm rhythmic motion, driving her absolutely wild. He slid a finger inside her body, murmuring in appreciation as she clenched around him. The stroking of his tongue combined with his deep, probing touch pushed her even higher until, in a rushing crescendo of pleasure, she tumbled off the peak of anticipation and into a breathless maelstrom of marvel as pulse after pulse of pleasure racked her.
Her entire body continued to tremble as her climax slowly faded, leaving her limp and sated at the same time. Miles rose to his feet, lifted her from the edge of the bed and lay her fully onto the middle of the mattress before he slipped off his briefs and joined her. The heat of his strong body alongside hers was searing, and Chloe could feel his erection against her hip. She reached for him, stroking the silken skin of his shaft all the way to the tip and then back down again.
“If you keep that up, things are going to get intense around here,” he rumbled in her ear.
“Intense? I think I like intense. Don’t you?”
“Oh yeah.”
Chloe forced herself to move and straddled him in a lithe movement. Her entire body still felt sensitized by the heady satisfaction he’d given her. Now it was his turn.
“Condom?” she asked.
“Top drawer of the nightstand.”
She reached over, letting her breasts brush against his naked torso as she did so, and retrieved a strip of condoms from the drawer. She held the strip up in front of her as she settled back down over his thighs.
“Hmm, impressive,” she teased. “Good to see you’re prepared.”
His eyes glittering, he looked up at her and chuckled.