Unveiled
Page 9

‘Savour,’ he says into my mouth. ‘We have an eternity.’
His words settle me a little, and I force myself to obey his demand for calm. I know Miller is as eager as I am, yet his strength to maintain his control, to prove he can, blankets that desperation. My bottom lip is nibbled; then the softness of his relaxed tongue licks across my mouth as he rises to his knees again, leaving me squirming under a focused gaze bursting with intention. The hardness of his cock holds me rapt while he negotiates my knees, pulling them up and spreading them. I’m wide open and his stare lingers on the pulsing flesh of my core as he moves between my knees and reaches for the condom. The leisurely pace he adopts, opening, sliding the condom out and onto his erection, is torturous. Demanding he hurry would be pointless, so I throw all of my willpower into waiting patiently.
‘Miller.’ His name on a plea falls past my lips, and my arms reach up in silent indication for him to come to me. But he shakes his head and links his arms under my knees, moving forward until finally I feel the hot tip of his arousal skim over my centre. I cry out, my eyes clenching shut, my arms flying out to the side and bunching the fur strands of the rug in my fists.
‘I want to see all of you,’ he declares, nudging forward, stretching me on a hiss. ‘Open your eyes, Olivia.’
My head starts shaking, feeling him getting deeper and deeper, every muscle tensing.
‘Olivia, please, open your eyes.’
My darkness is bombarded by relentless visions of Miller worshipping me. It’s like a slideshow, the erotic images accelerating my pleasure.
‘Damn it, Livy!’ My eyes fly open in shock, seeing him watching in fascination as he pushes fully into me. His arms are curled under my knees, my lower body elevated and fit snugly to him. His shadowed jaw is rigid, his eyes bright and wild, his hair a wavy mess, his stray wave loose, his lips full, his . . .
Fucking hell! I can feel him throbbing within me, all of my internal muscles wrapping around him, holding tight.
‘Earth to Olivia.’ His tone is full of sex, drenched in passion, and he follows it up with an exact grind of his body into mine. My mind scrambles, the mental images disintegrating. So I return my focus to his face. ‘Keep your eyes on me,’ he orders, rearing back, his length slipping from my passage slowly. The lazy friction makes his demand hard to fulfil. But I manage, even when he re-enters painfully slowly. Every one of my muscles engages and works hard to catch his purposeful pace. He rocks into me, each advance pushing air from my lungs and a little whimper past my lips. The sharp edges of his chest are undulating, straining, a light shimmer of sweat budding on his smooth skin. I start to form a steady pattern of breathing while I’m tortured with his expert worshipping skills, the slow, steady pumping of his hips flinging me into pleasure central. Then he starts grinding on each thrust, his chest heaving, his grip of me hardening. My fingers find my hair and pull hopelessly, seeking anything to grip on to with Miller out of reach.
‘Fucking hell, Olivia. Watching you fight to hold off gives me a sick satisfaction.’ His eyes squeeze shut, his body vibrating.
My nipples start to zing, and my stomach muscles are beginning to ache. As usual, I’m caught in that in-between place. I want to scream for him to push me over the edge, but I also want to delay the inevitable, make this last forever, despite the sweet torture and mind-fucking pleasure.
‘Miller.’ I writhe, my back bowing.
‘Louder,’ he demands, firing forward, less controlled. ‘Fuck, say it louder, Olivia!’
‘Miller!’ I scream his name as his last hard thrust brings me right to the brink of orgasm.
He gives a low, strangled moan as he reins in his power and takes us back down to controlled, measured lovemaking. ‘Every time I take you, I think it will help quench the desire. But it never does. The minute we’re done, I only want you more.’
He drops my legs and falls to his forearms, trapping me under his leanness. My thighs spread farther, giving his body the room it’s demanding, and his face comes close to mine, our pants colliding. Our stares lock and his hips roll, inching me closer to the pinnacle of euphoria.
I plunge my hands into his hair and tug on his unruly waves as I squeeze my lower muscles around his cock.
‘Fuck, yes! Again.’ His eyes glaze over, his primitive tone boosting my boldness. I squeeze again when the tip of his solid length finds the deepest part of me. ‘Oh, fuuuck.’
I take some of my greatest pleasure from seeing his chin drop and feeling his body shake with appreciation. Knowing I can render him so vulnerable during these moments fills me with power. He’s wide open to me. He’s exposed. He’s weak and powerful at the same time. I flip my hips up, relishing the sight of him falling apart above me. And I squeeze my hardest around each shaky delivery of his drives. The contours of his perfect face begin to twist and I see wild abandon reflecting from his piercing blues.
‘You cripple me, Olivia Taylor. You fucking cripple me.’ He rolls over, taking me onto his lap. ‘Finish it.’ His tone is harsh, full of hunger and desperation. ‘Fucking finish it.’
I wince a little at the unexpected shift in position that pushes him to penetrate me the deepest. Strong hands find my thighs and his fingers grip my flesh. I’m completely speared by him, and I hold my breath as I try to accommodate the sheer size of him in this position.
‘Move, sweet girl.’ His hips jolt upward and I scream, my palms slapping against his chest. ‘Now!’
His abrupt shout fires me into action and I begin spinning my hips atop him, ignoring the stabs of pain and concentrating on the flashes of pleasure between them. He’s groaning, assisting with the rotations of my hips by pushing into my thighs. I’m well into my stride, watching him watching me as I bring us both closer to the brink of explosion.
‘I’m going to come, Olivia.’
‘Yes!’ I shout, raising to my knees and slamming down. He barks a round of expletives and moves fast, spinning me onto my hands and knees. Grasping my hips, he slams into me on a gratifying shout. ‘Oh God! Miller!’
‘Yeah, you feel me, Livy? Feel everything I have to give you.’ Only a few more powerful yanks of my body until his tosses me over the edge and sees me free-falling into darkness, my body collapsing to the rug and convulsing as my climax slams into me. I’m floating away, feeling the loss of Miller inside of me and his continued curses as he drops to my back, shifting his groin and sliding his cock over the crease of my bum, mumbling and biting at my neck before sliding back into my quivering core. I don’t have the brain space through my heady pleasure to be concerned that I climaxed before him. I can feel the dull pulse of his muscled length stroking my walls, slipping in and out leisurely. And then he comes on a torrent of quiet prayers.
Opening my eyes, I stare, panting and heaving, across the cream fur of the rug, attempting to gather cognitive thought. ‘You didn’t hurt me,’ I whisper, my throat sore and scratchy. I know that’ll be his first question once he’s gathered breath. His animalistic nature, the one he’s hidden from me, is becoming addictive. He’s still worshipping me.
My arms stretch above my head on a fulfilled sigh as Miller pulls out of me. My shoulder is nipped and kissed, followed by the other; then he’s working his way down my spine, licking and nibbling as he goes. My eyes close while he continues with the lazy trail of his lips across my back and down to my bum. His teeth sink in, quite severely, too, but I’m exhausted, unable to yelp or shift to stop him. Once he’s had his fill, I feel him crawl up my body and settle over me, his palms sliding up my arms until his hands find mine. He laces our fingers together, pushes his face into my neck, and releases an exhale to match my contentment. ‘Close your eyes,’ he murmurs.