Heroine: Natalie Nixon. Coffee shop owner. A planner whose life has been mapped out since high school. When her fiance tells her they need a break, Natalie decides to let go for once and let life take her where ever it leads. Especially if it leads her to her best friend.
Hero: Miles Haas. A sex blogger and Natalie’s best friend. He’s always loved Natalie but she has always been unavailable. When he learns she is free, he decides to finally show her exactly how he feels about her.
I put this scene under a NSFW tag because it’s dirty and explicit. Our favorite kind of scene.
[spoiler effect=”simple” show=”NSFW”]It’s Miles! I’m kissing Miles! In his bed!
“Want something?” The sly grin was back.
“Yes,” I panted.
“What do you want?”
He wanted to hear it again? Perfect, because I’d say it all night long. “I want you to fuck me. Hard.”
Sitting back on his heels, he put his palms on my quivering stomach and slid them up to my breasts, squeezing gently. Then he began circling his thumbs around my nipples, making them tingle and ache without even touching them, a sublime little torture.
“I love hearing you say that, and you’re so fucking beautiful,” he said, finally brushing the backs of his fingertips over the taut peaks. Then he pinched them, hard, and I cried out—in pain and relief.
“But you were a bad girl today, weren’t you? Coming over here in your black lace panties telling me to fuck you.” He pinched me again. “Pretending all this time to be the innocent girl next door, teasing me with what I could never have, when you really just wanted to get fucked.”
I started to protest, to tell him I hadn’t been pretending, that I really was sort of innocent where sex was concerned, but he immediately clamped a hand over my mouth, hard.
“No excuses, Naughtalie Nixon. You misbehaved, and now I have to punish you.” Suddenly he flipped me over onto my belly and hitched up my hips so I was on my knees. When I tried to get up, he grabbed a handful of my hair and held my head down, pushing my cheek into the mattress. “Don’t. Move. Or you won’t get what you want.”
I’d always liked the low, gravelly sound of his voice, but now it made me so hot I wanted to scream. It was Miles, but it was a side of him I’d never known, still playful but also commanding, and it almost made him seem like a stranger. I could feel his cock pressing against my ass, and I shivered in anticipation, biting my lip. What would he do to me? He sat back, letting go of my hair.
“Say you were a bad girl.” I giggled—mostly from nerves—and he cracked one palm hard across my ass, making me yelp. Fuck! That kinda hurt! But it made me want to please him. He put his hand over the stinging skin.
“I was a bad girl,” I said softly, coquettishly.
He smacked the other cheek even harder, and I cried out again.
“I was a bad girl!”
“Good.” He smacked me a third time. A fourth.
“Tell me to spank you harder.”
“Spank me harder.”
Wincing, I braced myself for the sting, but it didn’t come.
“Say it like you mean it, please.”
“Spank me harder!” I yelled. Crack! His palm slapped my ass with enough force to bring tears to my eyes, but I was so turned on I was smiling deliriously.
“Good girl.” He rubbed both hands over the burning skin. “Fucking hell, your ass is phenomenal. I could punish you all night.”
“No,” I said breathlessly. “You promised to fuck me.”
“That’s right.” Reaching beneath me, he turned me onto my back and slipped a hand between my legs. “I promised to fuck you hard, didn’t I. Are you wet for me?”
He stroked me shallowly, finding my pussy slick with desire.
“Yes.” I whimpered as he slid one finger easily inside me, and then two, his thumb rubbing my clit. “Good.” I rocked my hips against his hand, panting in frustration. “Miles,” I begged. “Now.”
“So impatient,” he chided. “It took me years to get you into bed, honeypot. You have to let me play a little.” Moving down the bed, he lowered his head between my thighs and replaced his thumb with his tongue, licking my clit with long, firm strokes.
“Mmmm, don’t come until I say so, OK? You are absolutely fucking delicious, and I need to savor every bit of this meal in case I never get to eat out at this restaurant again.”
“Oh, God.” My entire body was so coiled up with sexual tension, I was nearly in tears, yet he could still make jokes and tease me. He bit my inner thigh as he twisted his fingers inside me, putting pressure where I’d never felt it before, a spot that had my eyes rolling back in my head.
“If you don’t want me to come too soon, you better stop touching me like that.”
“You like that?” His fingers plunged deeper inside me as he teased my clit with the tip of his tongue, his lips, his teeth. My legs twitched.
Fuck yes. Oh God.”
“Don’t come yet, you naughty thing. Wait for permission.”
But then he buried his face in my pussy and sucked my clit into his mouth, flicking it hard with his tongue. I felt myself spiraling upward and had no idea how to control it. Unable to help myself, I rocked my hips instinctively, grinding against his mouth.
“Oh God, I’m sorry, it’s been too long, and you’re too good, and I’m going to come so hard, and oh fuck—Miles. Yes. Yes! Yes!”