Miles worked into a rhythm that he liked, unhurried until the tension became too much. One arm supported him while the other massaged a breast, creating a hard peak. His mouth sought hers hungrily, rocking his hips against hers.
"Gods, you feel as good as you taste," he said in a husky whisper between kisses. His thrusts were getting deeper as well but he wasn't quite ready to lose control just yet.