#Chapter 89: Lovers

Three hours later, Miles has satisfied me in almost every way a man can satisfy a woman. All of my bones are liquid, I don’t think I could find the strength to move from my spot on this bed if a fire broke out right next to me. Miles, however, already seems ready for another round, his vitriol unmatched. He’s spooning behind me, his hand on my waist, tracing nonsense shapes across my skin. Slowly, those fingers are wandering northwards, teasing the undersides of my breasts. I hum pleasantly, my body coming alive again. I’ve lost track how many times I’ve climaxed tonight, but with Miles, it never seems like enough. As deeply blissed out as I am, I’m always ready for whatever else he’s willing to give. “Miles…” “Again?” he asks, voice hot in my ear. I roll toward him. Keeping my arms stretched out above my head, I put myself on full display for him. I’m a banquet ready for him to feast upon. He grins like a hellion for a moment, taking in the sight of me, admiring it all l