But it’s a massive deal. Huge. ‘You can do it,’ I offer, feeling a little overwhelmed. He’s given me so much already. I don’t want to push my luck.
‘You can’t shirk me that easily.’ He gives my cheek a reassuring flutter of his lips and pulls me down, turning me in his arms so my back’s pressed into his chest. His chin rests on my shoulder. ‘But first, a quick wash.’
He urges me forward with his palms resting on my tummy, his steps guiding mine until we’re standing before the sink and he’s turning on the tap. He dampens a towel, pumps in some liquid soap, and efficiently wipes down my front, then kneels down to swipe up my legs. It’s all I can do not to throw my head back and moan for more.
After washing our hands together, he leans over me and wipes the sink down while I look on with a smile. ‘To the fridge,’ he whispers, pushing me gently on until we’re before the giant mirrored doors. Miller’s nakedness is concealed. But mine isn’t. ‘Stunning view.’ He nips at my shoulder, keeping his eyes on mine, and lets his hand slip below my stomach to my entrance. I hold my breath and push my cheek into the side of his face, squirming. ‘So warm and inviting,’ he whispers, and then licks his bite mark on my shoulder and spreads my dampness with all four fingers. The slippery friction on my sensitive nub of nerves has me moaning as I watch his eyes darken. ‘You’re still pulsing, sweet girl.’
My bum pushes into his groin, causing Miller to mimic my sounds of ecstasy. ‘You wanted to feed me,’ I remind him, quite stupidly. I’ll take more worshipping over the mundane task of eating any day.
‘Correct, but I can’t promise I won’t make the most of your inviting condition while we prepare breakfast.’ He circles around my clitoris slowly, accelerating the dulling pulse.
Oh God, help me!
‘Miller,’ I squeeze my eyes shut briefly, retreating, my body folding in on itself to escape his inconceivably skilful touch.
He pushes his mouth to my ear. ‘I might make a habit of preparing our meals with my habit stuck to my chest.’
If he does that, then we might not ever eat. My need for him is my undoing and I make to turn.
And go nowhere.
‘Nuh-uh-uh.’ His hand pushes into the soft flesh of my tummy and his fingers walk up my front slowly until they are resting at the corner of my mouth. Our eyes hold as he wipes my wetness across my lips. ‘Lick.’
When his order should probably make me decline shyly, it has my craving multiplying instead. I follow through on his demand, lapping slowly at his fingers while he holds me in place, more with his thirsty eyes than with the firm clamp of his hand.
‘Good, wouldn’t you agree?’
I nod, but I’m more inclined to think that the flesh beneath the wetness is tastier.
‘Enough for now.’ He withdraws his fingers and slides his palms down my arms until he’s at my hands. ‘This could take some time.’
‘Only if you can’t keep your hands to yourself,’ I reply quietly, wishing I didn’t have to go to work so we could prepare breakfast all day.
He lifts our hands and threads our fingers so we can open the fridge door together. ‘You wouldn’t want me to, so this will be a pointless discussion.’
‘Agreed.’ I’m confronted by the contents of Miller’s fridge, noting shelves of neatly stored food – mostly fruit or something equally healthy, and bottled water. He takes our hands to the basket of strawberries, and I smile. ‘Chocolate for breakfast?’
‘That would be extremely unhealthy.’
‘So?’
He nips at my earlobe as he takes the fruit out of the fridge. ‘For breakfast we have strawberries with Greek yogurt.’