Chapter 11 — Miles

She arrives a little after midnight. Lisabet’s hair is down, washing over her delicate shoulders like waterfalls. She’s in a white shirt and shorts, utterly divine in the silver glow of the moonlight. Her clothes hug the gentle curves of her body. I’m taken with the length of her legs and how smooth her skin appears. Without a word, I take her hand and pull her into my room, shutting the door firmly behind us.

Outside these four walls, nothing else matters.

She greets me with a kiss, throwing her arms around my shoulders to claim me. I pick her up, lifting her by the waist as she instinctively wraps her legs around my hips. I’m immediately intoxicated by the smell of her shampoo, the sweet taste of her lips, and her soft moans that practically vibrates through me as I carry her over to my bed.

I lay her down and admire the way her hair spills onto the sheets.

She looks ethereal.

I slip her out of her clothes, drinking in the sight of her pale skin. I suck hard kisses against her neck and work my way down to squeeze at her breasts, teasing her nipples between my fingers. The sounds of her soft moans shoot straight through me, making my cock unbearably hard. I pepper a line of kisses down her navel, one on each of her hips as I tug her shorts off, exposing her pretty lips to me as I push her thighs apart.

Lisabet looks utterly glorious, splayed out before me like a piece of fine art. I settle between her legs and tease her clit, savoring her taste and relishing the way her body trembles with pleasure beneath me. I use the tip of my tongue to draw circles against her, paying attention to how she reacts. I ease in and out, applying more pressure as she grows comfortable to my touch. Lisabet reaches down to thread her fingers in my hair, helping to guide me where she wants my attention most.

I press a finger against her entrance and enter her slowly. My cock throbs in my pants, eager to slip into her slick heat. I focus on her, though. My arousal will have to wait. Now that I have Lisabet here, I want to make sure she understands just how beautiful she is.

I curl my finger and sweep over her sweet spot, earning myself a surprised and yet delightful gasp.

“Oh, Miles, yes. Right there.”

My fingers and tongue work in tandem with the goal of driving Lisabet closer and closer to the edge. Her walls tighten around my fingers, pulsing with pleasure. She grips the sheets, throws her head back, and delicious moans rip from her lungs. I memorize the sound of her voice and drown in it, allowing myself to be completely at her mercy.

My whole life, all I’ve known is the servitude of others. People who want to know me for my connections. People who want to get close for my money or power.

But Lisabet wants nothing. She didn’t ask for gifts or her new job. I want to give everything to her. Because who else is more deserving than the one person who thinks they deserve nothing? I want to show Lisabet that she’s priceless, that she’s leagues above the rest. She isn’t a try hard. Doesn’t try to be someone she’s not. Everything she has, she’s worked hard for.

And now, I want to be the one to spoil her.

Lisabet’s breathing becomes haggard, shallow, and fast. Her grip on my hair tightens slightly as she whimpers my name over and over again. “Miles. Miles, please. I’m so close. Miles.”

Her back arches as her entire body shakes, a languid moan ripping itself from her lungs.

“God, you’re beautiful,” I mumble, pressing a kiss against her thigh.

I get up and pull my shirt off, slipping out of my pants and boxer briefs before moving toward the bedside table to retrieve a condom. I return to Lisabet, bracing myself over top of her.

Our lips find one another, exchanging slow, unhurried kisses. The look of pure satisfaction and the rosiness in Lisabet’s cheeks drives me absolutely wild.

“Is this okay?” I ask gently. “Are you sure you want to do this?”

Lisabet cups my face and caresses my jawline with the back of her fingers. “Yes,” she says softly with a smile. “Yes, please. I want you inside me, Miles. I want all of you.”

I kiss her deeply as I slip my cock into her, pressing forward at a slow pace for both our benefit. Her tight walls suck me, the heat of her surrounding me nearly shoving me right over the edge before I’m ready. She’s pulsing around me, the squeeze around my shaft unlike anything I’ve ever experienced before.

I pick a slow and steady pace at first, determined not to hurt her. I greedily steal her lips whenever I can, cradling her in my arms as I rock my hips against her. Lisabet grips at my shoulders, my neck, and drags me back down to kiss her again and again. I gladly oblige, perfectly happy to take my time. There’s no need to hurry here. There’s no need to worry about being caught together. Right now, it’s just her and me. Losing ourselves to one another is all that matters, is the only thing that’s important.

A tight coil deep within me begins to burn brighter and hotter with every thrust. It builds in intensity and has my hips bucking harder and faster in pursuit of that sweet friction. It’s maddening. I’m both aware of everything that’s going on, but also completely honed in on the sensation. Lisabet drags her hands down my back, digs her fingers into my skin, muttering a string of sweet nothings in my ear that I don’t fully register until she’s coming again.

“Miles,” she moans. “Oh my God, yes.”

Something feral within me is unleashed. I tug on her hair and expose her pretty neck, kissing hard enough to leave it red and bruising. I thrust into her harder, spurred on by the need to claim her as mine. Lisabet holds onto me for dear life as I snap my hips against her, drawing closer and closer to the edge until I’m spilling over. Fireworks erupt in the back of my head as electricity arcs through my body’s network of nerves and muscle. In an instant, it’s blindingly bright and beautiful and all-encompassing.

And the next, we’re exhausted in each other’s embrace.

I’m not sure how long we lie there together. It could be minutes. It could be hours. It’s really too difficult to tell. All I know is that I don’t want to look away. Lisabet, post-sex, looks like a goddess between my sheets. Messy hair that somehow makes her look elegant. A dusting of pink over her skin. A sweet smile evident in her eyes as much as it is on her lips. She giggles, obviously tired, struggling to keep her eyes open so that she can stay with me a while longer.

I play with her hair and tuck a few strands behind her ear. I stroke the pad of my thumb over her cheek, her lips. I can’t even begin to describe how at peace I feel. All the noise, all the worry that normally echoes around inside my skull is suddenly gone. Those nagging voices that sound an awful lot like Tobias, or my father or the general public trying to be nosy about my life have been silenced.

Because of her.

“I think I’m going to fall asleep,” she admits with the smallest of giggles.

“Then go to sleep. I’m not going anywhere.”

“Thank you.”

“For what?”

She shrugs before settling next to me, resting her face against my bicep. “Everything.”

Lisabet drifts off not long after that. It brings a smile to my lips to see her so comfortable around me. There’s a trust here, a silent connection that doesn’t need to be discussed or explored.

I take in the sight of her sleeping face, totally defenseless and at ease.

As Lisabet starts to snore, I realize just how far gone I am.

I’m falling in love with her.