“Really. And I don’t think I can wait any longer.” He dropped down in front of me and pushed my skirt up, putting his mouth on me without even taking my panties off.
“Oh God, that feels good.” Breathing hard, I threaded my fingers through his hair, watching him soak my underwear with his mouth—or maybe it was me soaking them. He flung one of my legs over his shoulder, kissing and licking and biting my inner thigh before moving my panties aside to get his mouth on my bare skin. God, I loved the way he didn’t rush, loved the languid strokes of his tongue up the slick, hot seam at my center, the decadent swirls over my aching clit, the sweet, slow way he devoured me…I felt like he loved making me come as much I loved doing it, like he’d be happy to do this all night, like he didn’t care how long it would take me.
Not that it would take long.
“Fuck,” I whispered, the tension coiling tight at my center. “How do you do it? You make me come so fast.”
“Good.” He switched to hard, quick flicks with the tip of his tongue, then sucked the hot little bud into his mouth. When he slid two fingers inside me, my leg trembled and I dropped my head back against the door.
“Yes, yes, yes, like that,” I whimpered, my fingers clutching his hair. I clenched the leg he’d thrown over his shoulder, pulling him into me. “Right there, oh my God…”
He plunged his fingers deeper and sucked harder, and when I looked down at his head between my thighs, I cried out as I watched him take me over the edge, my clit throbbing inside his mouth, my core muscles contracting around his fingers.
“Fuck yes,” he said, his breath warm against my wet skin. He bit my inner thigh once more. “I love the way I can feel you come. I love it so much, I want it again.” He pulled my drenched panties down and I stepped out of them. When he stood up, I grabbed the hem of his shirt.
“Take this off. I love your arms and your chest,” I said. “I want to see them.” He reached behind his neck and pulled it over his head, tossing it aside before caging me against the door with his arms. “Yes,” I whispered, biting my lip as I ran my hands over his upper body. I kissed his collar bone, the ink on his bicep and forearm. Reaching between his legs, I rubbed my hand over the erection straining hard against the denim, and circled his nipple with my tongue. It was hard already, and I stroked it, kissed it, flicked it. When I bit it gently, Miles exhaled sharply and grabbed my ass.
“Fuck, that feels good,” he said, his fingers sliding low to penetrate me from behind. “Mmm, you’re so wet. I want to get my cock right there. You want it?”
“Yes.” I looked up, meeting his eyes, and he grabbed my jaw roughly with one hand.
“Say please.”
My core muscles clenched. “Please.”
He kissed me hard, and I tasted myself on his lips and tongue, felt the dampness on his chin. Quickly I unbuckled his belt and unzipped his jeans, desperate to get my hands on him. The moment I freed his cock, he leaned forward, one hand braced against the door again. While I stroked him with both hands, I teased his other nipple with my tongue, sucking it into my mouth and biting down a little harder than before.
He groaned. “That feels so fucking good. I could make a mess all over you in ten seconds.”
“Do it,” I breathed, pumping him harder. “I want you to.”
“But there’s something I want more right now.” His hands gripped my waist. “Now wrap those legs around me, because I’m going to fuck you senseless against your front door.” He picked me up, pinning my back against the door, my skirt bunching up at my hips. I twined my legs around him and braced myself on his shoulders while he angled his cock underneath me.
He hesitated. “Oh. Is this gonna be OK?”
It took me a second to realize he meant not wearing a condom. I hadn’t even thought about it, because Dan and I hadn’t used them since I’d been on the pill. I had none here. But fuck—fuck! Miles was no angel. Was this safe?
As if he’d read my mind, he said, “I’m clean. I get tested often and I can show you the results. I always wear a condom, too. Always—and I haven’t even been with anyone in months. But if you don’t—”
“It’s OK.” Possibly it wasn’t, but my decision-making capacity was impaired by the smell of his skin and the blue of his eyes and the tip of his cock brushing my wet *. “Maybe I’m senseless already, but I really, really want to get fucked against my front door. And since you’re here…”
“Allow me.”
I sucked in my breath as he penetrated me one hot, wet, bare inch at a time.
“Yes. Go slow like that,” I whispered. Our eyes met, and I held my breath.
“I love how tight you are.” His voice was low and raw. “I love how deep you take it.” When he was buried inside me, he dug his fingers into my ass and moved me against him in slow, grinding circles, my upper back against the door.
“Oh God, I love this door,” I sighed. “I really fucking love it.”