“I want to change that answer,” I say, walking to him. “This,” I say, opening my arms and turning around in a circle. “This right here is the most romantic thing someone has ever done for me.”
“Good,” he says, coming to me and grabbing my face in his hand. “You, gorgeous,” he says, “are worth it all.” He leans forward to slowly take my lips. The kiss is not rushed like all the other ones. This kiss is slow, almost as if he’s savoring it. I close my eyes and get lost in all of him.
Chapter 26
Miller
I wanted to cook for her. I wanted to make her see that this isn’t just another night for me. I wanted it all, but then she looked at me, and I could see she had doubts that I even liked her. I can’t even wrap my head around what we are doing. Neither of us has put a label on it. I mean, I called her my girlfriend in front of about fifty people, but for the past eight days, we haven’t spoken about it.
Could I just have sex with her? Yes. Did I want to just have sex with her? No. I wanted her to know I wanted more. The kiss is soft, unlike all the others we’ve had over the past week. “I can never get enough,” I say, peeling her sweater over her head. “You leave me always wanting more.”
“You always leave me breathless,” she says, unbuttoning my white shirt. “Every night, I wanted you to stay with me,” she says, looking up at me, shocking me. “I wanted you to stay with me if only to hold me.”
“If I stayed with you, gorgeous,” I tell her when she slips the shirt over my shoulders, “I wouldn’t have been able to just hold you.”
She smirks at me. “I would have been okay with that.” Her hands go to my pants, and I push her back before she slips off my pants.
“If my cock comes out,” I tell her, “I won’t be able to stop from burying myself in you.”
“I am more than okay with that,” she says, kicking off her boots and then slipping her pants off. Standing in front of me wearing just a bra and panties, she comes to me. “Make me yours.” She puts her hands around my neck.
I attack her mouth this time, not sure I can stop myself. My hand goes around her waist as I pick her up, and she wraps her legs around my waist. I walk to the bed, our mouths never letting the other go. My knee hits the bed, and she only lets me go when I lay her in the middle of the bed. I lean over to grab a condom out of the side drawer. She sits up in the middle of the bed and kisses my stomach. “I’ve never done this,” I tell her as she looks up at me. “Here.”
“You’ve never had sex in your bed?” she asks, confused, and then looks down and then up. “I’ve never had sex in my bed, either.” She unbuttons my pants and pulls them down over my hips.
“This is not what I thought it would be like,” I tell her, ripping the condom with my teeth.
“How did you think it would have been?” she asks as I unclip her bra and toss it to the side.
“I thought it would be smoother,” I say as she pulls down my boxers and my cock springs out. I roll the condom down my length. “I thought it would be after I make you come a couple of times with my tongue and my fingers.”
“You can still do that.” She lies back and spreads her legs, and I see her pussy out and open for me. Her panties are crotchless. “Just after you make me come with your cock.”
“You got it,” I say, taking my cock in my hand and rubbing it up and down her slit. “Are you going to watch?” I ask as the tip of my cock slips into her. Her eyes never leave my cock as she takes me in one smooth move.
Her heat all around me as she pulls her legs back. “Fuck me,” she says, still looking down at where we are joined. I pull my cock out and then slam into her again. I try to go slow, but she keeps asking me to go harder.
“More,” she says, her hips coming up to meet my thrusts. Snapping, I grab her hips in my hands and pull her onto my cock each time I slam into her. The sound of skin slapping fills the room.
“I’m going to come,” she says. I slip out of her and flip her over to her knees, then slam into her from behind. The sound of her moans, along with my panting, fills the room. I wait for her to come, and when she finally does, I pick her off her knees and slam into her one more time until my balls hit her clit and I come inside the condom.
Once I slip out of her, I walk to the bathroom, taking the condom off and then kicking off my pants. When I return to my bedroom, I see Layla lying exactly how I left her. “I need a minute,” she says when she sees me. I lean down and snap her panties off her. I toss them over with her bra and then grab another condom out of the drawer.
Climbing back on the bed, I admire her fine ass as I put the condom beside her on the pillow. She looks over her shoulder at me, and again, I grip her hips and turn her around.
“You have to stop throwing me around like a rag doll,” she says. My mouth devours her for a second, and then my face slips down to her pussy where I eat her until she has come two more times. She’s about to come again when I stop and put the condom on.
I lie on my back now. “You said you want to be in charge.” She smirks at me and puts her leg over my hips to straddle me.
“Oh, I’m going to like this,” she says, sliding down my cock and leaning forward to grab the top of the headboard. She uses her legs to rise and fall on my cock. My hand rests on her hips and then plays with her nipples as she goes faster and faster.
“I’m getting close,” she says in a whisper, and one of my hands goes down to play with her clit. “Harder,” she says. “God, right there,” she moans as she comes all over my cock.
She rides it out and then collapses on my chest, and I roll her over with my cock still buried in her. “My turn.” I smirk at her. “Roll your hips back,” I tell her, and she opens her hips wider as she puts them on my shoulders, I lean forward a bit, going deeper than before. Her eyes close, and we both groan. I lean forward a bit more, my hands going under her, and I squeeze her shoulders. “This is going to be hard,” I tell her, pulling my cock out and then slamming back into her. “It’s going to be fast.”
“Give it to me,” she says as my mouth finds her, and my hips go into overdrive. I slam my cock into her over and over again, holding her shoulders and making her meet my slams. She cries out. “Miller,” she says as she lets go of my lips, and I suck on her neck. My thrusting never stops, and as my balls start to get tight, the thrusts get shorter and shorter. She comes again on my cock, and it drips all the way down to my balls. “This can’t be,” she says, and she comes right after, but this time, I follow her. Her legs fall from my shoulders to my arms and then onto the bed. Her arms that were around my neck fall limp, too. “I don’t think …”
“We still have a lot of night left,” I tell her, and she just moans as I slip out of her.
“I don’t think I can close my legs,” she says, just lying there.
“If you stay open for me all night …” I lean over and move my finger over her clit, and she tries to push my hand away. “Let’s go take a shower.” I grab her and carry her to the shower, placing her on the bench. I run back to the drawer, grabbing another condom, and when I go back, she is sitting on the bench with her head back. I turn the water on and grab the soap in my hands. “Let's get you clean.”
“Why? Does that mean you are going to get me dirtier before you actually clean me?” She stands, letting the water fall all around her. She moves her neck to the side as the water flows down her tits. I bring the bar of soap to her tits and wash them, her nipples perky and ready. I grab the body wash that she brought over last week when she showered here, and I pour some in my hand, the suds starting right away. I wash her tits again, and she laughs. “I think they are clean,” she says. I rub down to her stomach, the water making the soap suds more. I wash her hips when I bend to kiss her mouth.
The water falls onto my back as her tongue goes into my mouth. My hand goes to her ass, rubbing it and squeezing it. I turn her around and wash her back, my cock rubbing between her ass cheeks. I turn her back around and slip my hand between her legs.
It goes all the way up to her ass, the slipperiness of the soap making me slip a finger inside.
“Hmm,” she groans as my hand grabs her ass with one hand while the other hand goes in again and slips inside. “Miller,” she says my name as my finger then slips into her pussy and comes back out to wash her all the way up to her clit.
“Fuck,” she says. I look into her eyes and see her eyes looking down at my cock. Her hand comes out to fist my cock, and I turn to push her against the tiled wall. She lifts her foot to rest on the bench.
“Make me come,” she says as my forehead rests on hers. “Let’s make each other come,” she says, her hands moving up and down my cock. My two fingers are now finger fucking her as the water cascades around my shoulders. I take my hand out and move it over her clit back and forth.
“More,” she says. “Faster.” Our hands now move in unison as she jerks me off, and I finger fuck her. I look into her eyes when I know I’m about to come, and she can feel it. “I’m going to come.”
“Me, too,” I pant out and come all over her hand while she comes on mine. My lips fall onto hers, and when she lets go of my cock, she puts her foot down, making my fingers slip out of her.
She grabs the condom in her hand, tearing the corner off. “You need to clean inside me.” She winks, getting on her knees in front of me. “But first, let me clean you with my mouth.”
Chapter 27
Layla
My eyes flicker open when I hear a pot bang, but then they fall back closed. I turn from my right side to my left side, and my whole body screams at me. I feel like I went through a marathon but not just any marathon. The marathon the Navy SEALs do when they throw them in the water at night, and they have to swim to survive. I stretch my arms over my head, and my arms and legs scream at me.
I blink my eyes open again when the smell of coffee fills the room, and I see the bed empty beside me. I prop myself up on one arm, looking around the room to see if he’s here and listening to hear if he’s maybe in the bathroom. I see the candles that took us forty-five minutes to blow out. Every time I would bend over, he would slide his cock in me, teasing me. By the end, I pushed him on one of the velour couches and fucked him until we both were sweaty. Which then meant we had to take another shower.
Getting up now, I put one foot on the floor and look over at the empty condom wrappers on the nightstand. My vagina aches as I walk. “He was not kidding,” I tell myself while I gather them all in my hand, counting seven of them as I walk to the bathroom. I literally feel him still inside me. “How?” I toss the wrappers in the garbage where I see another four. Twelve, I count. “No wonder my vagina feels raw,” I say, washing my face and then using the bathroom.
I look around the room for something to wear, hoping to see a robe hanging in the bathroom. Opening the linen closet, I don’t see anything there, so I walk into his walk-in closet. “Holy shit.” Looking around, I see a room filled with only suits in every color you can have a suit made. I walk into the second closet and see a whole wall of jeans and then sweaters and another full of shoes. Looking at the other side, I see T-shirts hanging up. “Who hangs up T-shirts?” I ask myself as I grab one to slip on. It falls to the middle of my thigh, and my nipples are sensitive to the cotton of the shirt. I lift the shirt up to inspect them to see them red with little dots all over them from his scruff. I don’t know why, but it makes me smile like a fool. I take a second to check out the rest of my body. The same little dots are all over my thighs, and some are on my hips.
I make my way to the kitchen, tying my hair on top of my head, and even that hurts. It could have been when he yanked my head back while plowing into me. Remembering that sends a shiver down my spine.
I see him before he sees me, and I take a second to watch him in front of the stove, cooking something that smells delicious and has my mouth watering. I mean, it could also be the sight of him in basketball shorts that are riding low on one side. His back is perfect, his thick ass is perfect, his thighs are perfect, and his cock … well, his cock should be molded and sold in sex stores.
“Good morning,” I say softly. He looks over his shoulder at me, and his smirk turns into a full-blown smile.
“Good morning, gorgeous,” he says and turns back around to the pot, turning off the stove. “You got up just in time.”
“In time for what?” I ask, walking to him. He bends his head when I get beside him, kissing my neck.
“I made you an omelet,” he says. “I figured you needed protein.” He winks at me, and I look him up and down. His battle scars are barely visible. He has a bite mark beside his nipple, and he also has one beside his hip that I gave to him while I was riding his face and then fell forward right before I came. “Do you want to eat outside?” he asks, turning to plate one omelet and then opening the oven to take out a bigger plate that has to be his.
“We can eat on the couch outside your bedroom,” I tell him, and he nods his head. “What can I carry?”
“There is a tray in that cabinet.” He points at the cabinet in the corner. “You can make coffee and bring some juice and a couple of water bottles.” I nod and walk over, bending to grab the tray, and I hear his groan behind me. “If you keep shoving your ass in my face, we are not going to be eating anything.”
I laugh now. “I’m not shoving anything in your face.” I put the tray on the counter and grab two cups, milk, cream, water, juice, and the pot of coffee. He places the two plates on the tray and picks it up by the handles, carrying it to his bedroom. I follow him and laugh when I get into the room right before he opens the door to let some fresh air in. “It smells like sex.” He shakes his head. “And latex.”
He walks out and puts the tray on the small table in front of the couch. I sit down and look up at him. “Milk or half and half?”
“Milk,” he says, and I make him a cup of coffee and then make my own, taking a sip and moaning.
He sits next to me and puts my plate down in front of me. “I hope you like meat and veggies,” he says, and I nod my head, grabbing the plate and sitting back on the couch, curling my legs to the side. I put my plate back down and walk back into the bedroom, grabbing one of the throw blankets at the foot of the bed. He’s just looking at me when I get back and put the cover over my legs and then take my plate. “You ready?”
“Were you waiting for me?” I ask, shocked as he nods his head. I can’t with this man. He is so much more than I thought he was. Besides being fucking funny, he is so considerate. “Eat,” I tell him, and he smirks, cutting a piece of his own omelet, and I taste mine. “This is so good.”
“Thank you,” he says. “I made them both the same, just mine is bigger since I need more strength.”
I throw my head back and laugh. “I fucked you as many times as you fucked me.” I look up and start to count the number of times we had sex. “Okay, maybe you got a couple more rounds than I did, but …”
He laughs, looking over at me. “I like seeing you in my clothes.”
I look down as I chew my third bite. “It was the only thing I could find,” I tell him. “By the way, who hangs T-shirts?” I ask, and I don’t wait for him to answer me. “Psychopaths, that’s who.”
His laughter fills the whole yard, and I can’t stop looking at him. He finishes his plate and leans back on the couch. I put my plate down on the table when I’ve had enough, leaving just a little piece. Grabbing my coffee, I lean back as he tosses the blanket off my legs and grabs one of them to lay across his legs. “Did you sleep well?” he asks, his hand slowly rubbing my leg up and down.
“I did.” I put my elbow on the back of the couch and rest my head on my hand. “I mean, when you let me sleep.”
He smirks and looks over at me. “You kept shoving your ass in my cock,” he says. “Besides, I didn’t hear you complain when you woke up with my mouth on you.”
It’s my turn to laugh. “You can wake me like that every morning,” I say and then stop myself when I am about to add of my life. My heart ham
mers in my chest, and I try to make light of what is happening here, but I’m not sure I can. He’s hands down the best sex I’ve ever had in my life.
“Well, if you had slept for ten more minutes, I would have,” he says and looks over at me.
Rising, I move over to him and straddle his lap. I look down into his brown eyes, and the joke I wanted to say before is gone. Now the only thing I can think to say is, “Hi.” I put my forehead on his while my hands go to the scruff on his cheeks.
“Hi,” he says with a smile. His hand cups my face, and his thumb rubs my bottom lip. “I woke up this morning.” He leans in and gently kisses my lips. “And I thought I was dreaming.”
“What?” I ask, confused.
“You lying in my bed beside me,” he says, smiling, his voice going even lower. “I thought it was a dream.” I swallow the lump in my throat. “You, me, naked.” His hands now grab my ass. “I thought it was a fucking dream.”
“If it helps …” I kiss his lips softly. “I felt you all over me when I woke up this morning. My nipples are raw.”
“That’s what you get,” he says, “for dangling them in my face.” The shirt goes up. “While riding me.”
“This thing,” I say, not sure what to call us, “between us. It’s so easy.” I blink away all the emotions that want to rush out. “I never spend the night.” I take a deep breath. “Yet with you, I’m not ready to leave.”
“Then stay,” he says. “Stay with me.” He turns his head, and his tongue comes out to trail along my bottom lip. “Stay with me.”
I try to come up with a quirky answer. I try to come up with a sassy answer, but all the words are swimming in my head, and the only word that I can come up with is, “Okay.”
He puts his arm around my waist and stands, my legs automatically wrapping around his hips. He takes me inside, where he fucks me slowly until I beg him to do it harder. The rest of the day is us lounging around, moving from his couch where we have sex on, to him eating me out on his counter, to us having sex in the hot tub. When the sun goes down, he makes me dinner again, and the food gets cold when I thank him for doing another fucking romantic thing for me.
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