‘I beg to differ.’ He circles deep, enticing a deep moan from us both. ‘You’re tense.’
Thrust!
‘Oh God.’
‘Loosen up.’ He eases gently into me, this time with two fingers, and his tender movement reduces my tenseness, softening my whole body. ‘Better.’
It is better. The continued slipping of his fingers into me is pushing me into a rapturous state, my mind no longer concerned by our location. I’m too lust-fuelled. I’m quivering. I’m . . . I’m . . . I’m . . . ‘Miller!’
‘Shhhh.’ He hushes me gently and withdraws his fingers, taking a firm but gentle hold of my hips. The loss of friction pushes me to insanity and I release one of the grips and bash the side of my fist into the wall.
‘No, please!’
‘Didn’t I tell you that I’d drive you crazy with desire on a daily basis?’
‘Yes!’
‘And am I?’
‘Yes!’
‘And you know it delights me, right?’
‘Fucking hell! Yes!’
He groans his approval and slips the head of his c**k across my flesh. Then he eases into me on a drawn-out hiss. My knees buckle.
‘Oooh.’ My body liquefies, depending on Miller to hold me up.
‘Steady,’ he breathes, coiling his arm around my waist to support my limp body. My chin drops lifelessly to my chest. ‘It would appear we’ve steered off course.’ His h*ps ease forward, each fraction deeper that he plunges sending me giddier until he’s fitting snugly within me and holding still. In my darkness, I see nothing, but the loss of sense is of no consequence. I can smell him, hear his fitful breaths, feel him, and when his hand slides up my front until his fingers are resting on my lips, I can lick him and taste him, too. ‘Would you like me to move?’ he asks, his voice rough and full of searing hot craving.
My mouth is busy lapping at his fingers, so I find some strength to stabilise my legs and use it to push my bottom into his groin. He inhales sharply. I bite down on his finger.
‘Olivia?’ He wants an answer.
I relax my bite and find my voice. ‘Move. Please move.’
‘Oh Jesus.’ His hand is in my hair, yanking my hair tie out, before strong fingers are combing through it, sending my waves tumbling freely. Then his palm encases my throat and tugs until the back of my head meets his shoulder. My lips part and I keep my eyes shut tight, my face pointing up to the ceiling. He’s still unmoving, yet my flesh is quivering incessantly with a tidal wave of crippling sensations that are getting set to send me delirious with pleasure the moment he begins to pump into me. I’m teetering on the edge already, Miller’s steady, pulsing c**k sending my internal muscles into spasm. Heavy breathing invades my ears. ‘I’m so happy that you’re my someone, Olivia Taylor.’
‘And I’m so happy that I am your habit,’ I murmur, finding it easy to utter those words amid my mind-numbing bliss.
‘I’m glad we’ve cleared that up.’ His face falls into my neck and he begins a lazy pump of his hips, making all air leave my lungs on a satisfied rush of quiet breath.
I smile through my pleasure and I feel him smile against my neck as he kisses me delicately while maintaining his precise pace, keeping his palm spread across my throat.
‘You taste divine,’ he whispers hoarsely.
‘You feel divine.’
‘You’re tightening around me, sweet girl.’
‘I’m close.’ I can feel all of the present signs intensify – the tenseness, the pulsing, the heaviness. ‘Oh God!’
‘Shhhh, Livy,’ he chokes, his h*ps taking on a mind of their own, bucking briefly before he locks his teeth on my neck and takes some steadying breaths. He stops moving.
Sweat beads spring onto my forehead. The heat of his mouth on my flesh is spreading through my clammy body, burning deep into my very centre.
‘How close?’ he asks on a strangled gasp. ‘How close are you, Livy?’
‘Close!’
His h*ps seem to start vibrating, a clear sign of his fight to refrain from bucking wildly.
‘Shit!’ I cry when he advances quickly but carefully, my knuckles turning white from my despairing grip. Out he draws again before striking intently. My lungs drain of air and my surging heart rate escalates to dangerous levels. I feel faint. ‘Miller,’ I gulp, making my arms rigid against the wall. I’m buzzing, feeling out of control, the heights of pleasure sending my mind spiralling into meltdown. I don’t know what to do to cope with him. Nothing changes and I hope it never does. ‘Miller, please, please, please.’ I’m on the cusp of tumbling over the edge, but he’s holding me there, teasing me. He knows exactly what he’s doing.
‘Beg,’ he grunts, hitting me calmly with another burst forward of his hips. ‘Beg me for it.’
‘You’re doing it on purpose!’ I yell, thrusting back onto him in an attempt to catch the rush of pressure and let it explode, earning a bark from Miller and a shocked yelp from me. My face is yanked to his and I’m eaten alive, our kiss spurring on my imminent cl**ax.
‘Beg,’ he repeats against my lips. ‘Beg me to devote the rest of my life to you, Olivia. Make me see that you want us as much as I do.’
‘I do.’
‘Beg.’ He bites my lip and lets it drag through his teeth gently before his blue eyes are burning into me, searing my soul. ‘Don’t deny me.’
‘I beg you.’ My eyes hold his and absorb the need seeping from them. Need for me. It’s reassuring. We’re in desperate need of each other.