“No. You want your hands on something? Touch yourself. Show me like I’m showing you.”
If I wasn’t so turned on, I’d have been more self-conscious. As it was, I opened my knees for him and arched my back, sliding one palm up my inner thigh.
“Fuck, yes.” His eyes followed my fingers as they moved toward my *. He stroked himself harder. “God, that’s so fucking hot. Do it.”
The kick I got from seeing how much he enjoyed what he was doing while watching me was like fire in my veins. I smiled wickedly and dropped my chin, looking up at him through lowered lids, while my fingers circled my clit. Seeing as I had no toys, and sex with Dan had become a rarity the last year, I was an expert at getting myself off with my hand and rather enjoyed it. Granted, I’d never had an audience before, but I was delighted to find it aroused me even further, knowing that Miles was jerking off to the sight of me when he’d only had the thought of me before.
“Tell me.” He struggled to speak. “What you’re thinking about.”
“Your cock,” I said, breathless and panting. “Your cock inside me. So deep it hurts. Hitting me in that spot. Rubbing me just the right way.”
“Yes. Fuck. Yes.” Words hissed from his mouth through gritted teeth. “My cock in that tight, wet *.” His eyes were glued to my hand, and my legs tingled with pleasure.
“Oh, God. Miles.” I watched his hand work hard and fast, his thick solid flesh slipping through his fist, the muscles in his abs flexing. “I’m close. Do it with me.”
“Christ,” he rasped, leaning forward and bracing his left hand on the wall behind me. “I can’t stop. Fuck…”
“Here.” I flattened my palm on my chest, slid it over my breasts. “Put it here.”
Thick white spurts shot from his cock onto my chest, and I rubbed it all over my breasts while he watched, wide-eyed and open-mouthed. The sight of him losing control pushed me over the edge, and my cries echoed off the tiles as my orgasm rocketed through me, my entire body clenching up before easing itself with rhythmic spasms beneath my fingers.
It took us a minute to calm down.
“Jesus.” Miles breathed hard, still braced on the wall. “Who the hell are you?”
I smiled slyly and brought my knees together, hands clasped on top. “The girl next door.”
“You think you know someone.” He shook his head, water dripping off his dark locks.
“You know what?” I stood up, rinsed off, and we wrapped our arms around each other’s waists. “You do know me, Miles. I think you knew me better than I knew myself. I don’t exactly know how, since we haven’t even seen each other much at all in the last few years, but you did. You do.”
“I don’t exactly know how, either. Just seems like it’s always been that way with us.” He rested his forehead against mine. “We’ve always had a connection.”
A shiver moved through me. “Yes.”
He pulled me closer, tucking my head beneath his chin, and turning me so the shower hit us both on the side. “Cold?”
“Just for a second there. I’m fine.” But I hadn’t been cold at all. I’d been moved by his words.
And a little bit frightened.
Because he was right—we did have a connection and we always had. What was left unsaid was that we always would. I felt it. But what would that mean when our three days were up and I went back to my real life? Yes, I was enjoying my newfound sexual freedom, but eventually I wanted something more lasting, didn’t I?
Breaking up with Dan had been the right decision—I had no doubt about that. But I hadn’t changed that much… Once my taste of freedom was complete, I saw myself wanting to be part of a couple again. Wanting to belong to someone. Wanting to fall in love. Those things made me happy.
But Miles didn’t want those things, and it would be wrong of me to try to change him. He loved me in his own way, and I loved him, but he loved his freedom more. I didn’t want him to resent me for asking him to be something he’s not.
I sighed. No, this was it. And there was no sense in getting all freaked out and scared about it. If and when I met someone I could truly fall in love with, I had to believe that would overpower my chemistry with Miles.
But it would have to be one hell of a love.
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We cleaned up, got dressed, and headed to Corktown for drinks and dinner, Miles giving me a little tour of the historic neighborhood first. I had my camera with me and took lots of pictures in the beautiful fading light—century-old row houses, colorful Victorians, the hulking, ghostly abandoned train station.
“Hey, you check that place out for your ghost sex article? Definitely looks haunted.”
Miles shook his head, his eyes going wide. “There might be some souls lurking about in there, but none of them are souls I’d like to fuck.”
“There’s a soul you don’t want to fuck?” I teased, putting my camera in my purse.
He grabbed me from behind, pinning my arms to my side. “Yes, smartass. There are plenty. In fact, I only want one soul these days, and that’s yours. So behave.”