Chapter 108

Miles fucks me against the fridge for only a few more length thrusts, then, carrying me, he hobbles over toward the breakfast table and lowers me down onto it. I haven’t the strength to hold myself upright, so I drop onto my back, stretched out over the table.

His dick is still hard inside of me. Keeping my ass at the edge of the table, he hitches my legs upwards.

“Hold your knees,” he growls, and I do, keeping myself spread wide open for him.

His hands grabbing my ass, keeping me in place, he starts fucking into me in earnest again.

With the distance between us now, I can see the way his eyes scan over my body. His eyes linger on my tits, with the way they shake, even confined under my bra.

Abandoning my knees for a second, I reach behind me and unhook my bra. Then, grabbing the front of it, I pull it off of me and toss it aside. Fully exposed and unbound, my breasts jiggle in earnest, bouncing with the every hard thrust of his cock inside of me.

Watching, he grins. “Fuck yes.”

Knowing he’s enjoying my body cranks up my own lust. It’s all I can do to hold off from coming again. Yet even holding myself back, my body hovers at the edge of climax, ready to topple straight over.

With the new eye candy, his thrusts start to become erratic. I’ve seen him come before, so I know he’s close. I’m trying to hold on, wanting to reach the edge with him.

His breathing is heavy. His eyes squeeze closed.

This is it.

I allow myself to crest. “Ah – Miles!”

At the same time, he grabs the base of his dick in a hard log, denying his own orgasm.

My own orgasm shoots waves of pleasure through my body. I’m powerless to stop it. My body quivers. My pussy clenches. He goes very still, his eyes squeezed shut.

“M-Miles?”

“This isn’t over…” he says with clenched teeth. “Until I fucking say it is.”

At once, he starts fucking me again.

I’m so sensitive, that the pleasure is too much. I fling my head back against the table. My nipples are taut, hard and aching. I forget to hold my legs and claw at the table inside, my fingernails digging into the wood.

He doesn’t stop. He doesn’t even slow.

“This is what you get for making me worry,” he says, voice so deep I barely even recognize him anymore.

It’s so much. Too much.

But, God, do I want more.

I’ve never been so thoroughly, passionately fucked like this. I feel like I’m lifting out of my own body, riding wave after wave of pleasure all the way to oblivion.

“Fuck,” he starts cursing each thrust. “Esther! Fuck.”

His hand finds one of mine on the table. Our fingers curl around each other and we hold on.

Two hours later, we’ve somehow made it to the stairs, where I came again, and now, finally, the bed. My body is weak. I’m barely holding onto consciousness. Miles is coiled around me like a snake, our legs and arms tangled, the sweat on our bodies slowly cooling.

“So to have this again…” I start to say. It takes a while, my breath isn’t yet back to normal. “All I have to do… is be reckless…”

Miles grumbles incoherently. I do manage to catch the last, though, when he says, “Next time, I’ll spank you.”

I’ve never been spanked by a lover before. With Miles, I’m not sure I’m against it.

“Promise?” I tease.

His grumble becomes a growl and he rolls on top of me again.

The next morning, I wake up naturally at 6am sharp. Miles is still curved around me, with half of his face tucked into his pillow.

He must be absolutely exhausted. I am too, but he did most of the work last night. For a punishment, I sure did receive a lot of rewards.

Well, the least I could do now is make him some coffee.

Carefully, I detangle my limbs from his and then slide out of bed. Not wanting to walk around naked, I notice one of Miles’s t-shirts sticking out from one of the drawers. I grab it and pull it on.

Down in the kitchen, I dump the coffee we’d made but never drank from the night before and started making new. While the coffee maker is brewing, I start to hear my ringtone. It’s muffled but distinctive. Following the sound, I find my purse near the door where I’d dropped it. Inside, I find my phone.

The caller ID reads Cynthia.

For her to call this early must mean something is wrong. My heart jumping up into my throat with worry, I answer it. “Hello?”

“Are you dead? What’s happening?”

“I told you I was with Miles,” I say.

There’s a beat of silence on the phone. Then Cynthia says, “Here I am worrying sick about you and you are having sex.”

“I thought you knew I was okay,” I say, though admittedly, at a certain point last night, I stopped thinking altogether.

“A lot of things happened last night. I can tell,” Cynthia says. “Tell me everything and I’ll forgive you.”

Cynthia cares about me so much that her forgiveness is easy to earn. I’m grateful for that. So I immediately start to fill her in.

Just as I reach the part where Miles and I ended up back in the kitchen, Miles comes downstairs in nothing but boxers. He’s rubbing the sleep from one eye, but when he sees me standing there in his t-shirt, both of his eyes are suddenly wide open.

I recognize that hungry look. “I think I have to go, Cynthia,” I start to say.

That cools him somewhat. “Cynthia?” he says. Shaking his head, he comes closer. “Put her on speaker.”

“He wants me to put you on speaker,” I tell Cynthia.

“Do it,” she says.

I click the speaker button and Cynthia’s voice fills the room. “Next time, have Esther call me before your marathon sexcapades, alright?”

A hot blush fills my cheeks. I didn’t even tell her about that!

Though, as she often dates younger men, maybe she guessed from her own experiences.

“My apologies,” Miles says. “Esther didn’t intend to make you worry.”

“Esther will always have my forgiveness,” Cynthia says. “It’s you that I don’t know about.”

“Cynthia,” I lightly scold.

She totally ignores me, barreling forward. “I don’t care how important you are, Esther is my best friend and one of the kindest people in the world. If you mess this up, at all… If you make her cry or anything else, they won’t find the body, got it?”

It seems unwise to threaten a candidate running for president, but Cynthia is unapologetic.

“I’m in my thirties,” I tell her. “I don’t need you to give the shovel talk for me, Cynthia.”

“No one is too old to be spared the shovel talk,” Cynthia says. “He can still hurt you, and I won’t stand idly by and allow it.”

I look to Miles, ready to apologize, but he seems endeared by the entire exchange.

“Thank you,” Miles says.

I blink, startled.

Cynthia is no better off. “Huh?”

“I’m relieved that Esther has someone in her life who cares about her so much,” Miles says. “She needs good people watching out for her.”

“Miles…” I say, my heart melting again.

Miles gives me a soft smile.

“Yeah, well,” Cynthia says, recovering. “Don’t be part of the problem, got it?”

“I won’t be,” he says, and I hope I can believe him.