His First Lady
It makes me feel like a sexy goddess and this, making love, is my act of blessing upon him.
I’ve never felt so worshiped, so adored, with anyone but Miles.
Maybe if I could think anything beyond “Yes,” and, “More,” I might be afraid by the strength of my own adoration of Miles. As it is presently, I just don’t want this night to ever end.
Miles squeezes my hand. We’re in this together.
I hold onto that thought for as long as I can.
But then Miles changes angles, shortening his thrusts, angling them upwards inside.