Emerald Eyes (21 page)

I scrunch my brows together as I try to recollect my memories, but nothing appears. All I recall is Mr. Miller’s angry face.

“Not really… I just remember your face. You were angry.”

“I was furious. I was about to knock his lights out when he started acting like the knight in shinning armor.” He sighs, “Anyway, you fell asleep in my car and my place was closer. I brought you here – “

“And undressed me. What do you have to say about that?” I cross my arms and lean back in my chair.

Mr. Miller
smiles unapologetically, “That I can’t wait to explore every inch of you.” His turquoise eyes burn with lust, sending an ache below my waist at his sensual declaration. My lips part as I inhale, but I shake my head to come out of his spell.
 

Not yet…

“Ok… what happened next?” I ask with a nonchalant tone, but inside I’m itching to let the explorations begin.
 

“While I was tucking you in, you grabbed my hand and said something to me. After that, I spent the night laying next to you and thinking about my restriction. Then, I realized that I wanted you more.”

“What… what did I say?”
 

Oh my God… what did I say?!

Mr. Miller
gives me a wicked smile, “I’ll never tell.” He picks up his fork and goes back to his eggs.
 

Oh is that how it is…
 

I mutter, “Ok.” and go back to my food. I’ll drop it for now.

After we were done with his mouthwatering breakfast, I helped
Mr. Miller
bring the dishes to the kitchen. I glanced around while he placed the dirty plates and utensils in the dishwasher, taking it all in.
 

His kitchen is designed modernly with high quality, stainless steel culinary equipment. The cabinets are dark grey and the sink is black granite. Everything is spotless clean.

“Do you have a maid or do you clean all of this by yourself?” I wave around the room.
 

Mr. Miller
is the first man I’ve ever met that knows how to cook delicious food and cleans up after himself.

“I do. She comes in five times a week.” He closes the dishwasher then leans back against the counter.

“Hmm…” I nod as I look around, trying to ignore the fact he’s looking at me like a starved tiger looks at an innocent gazelle.
 

The palpable sexual tension is building up so quickly, I start feeling dampness between my thighs. I finally turn to face him and my breath catches at the intense desire in his eyes.
Mr. Miller
walks towards me until I’m pressed against the kitchen island. Placing his hands on the countertop on either side, he cages me while drinking every part of me in. His sultry gaze makes my skin tingle, and I suck in a sharp breathe when his eyes meet mine. His heavy lidded eyes sear me with their heat, like a blazing caress.

I part my lips slightly and run my tongue over my lower lip, grazing it back with my teeth.
 

“Please tell me what I said…” my voice comes out husky.
 

One corner of his sculptured lips lifts and he whispers, “Not telling.”
 

I straighten, which causes my breasts to push against his warm and hard pecs.
 

“I can make you.” I murmur.

Mr. Miller
lowers his head, stopping when his lips barely touch mine.
 

“So make me.” He growls quietly against my lips.
 

I inhale his mouthwatering scent and look deeply into his eyes. I see the challenge in them, the hunger and the fire. It only makes me hotter for him. I clamp my teeth around his full lower lip, biting down hard then brushing my tongue over it, soothing the sting. He lets out a low grunt, fueling my need for him even more and I clash my mouth to his. I hold the sides of his face and deepen the kiss as our tongues caress and tease one another.
 

Mr. Miller’s
hands leave the island. One hand grabs my behind while the other lifts to my nape, holding me in place as his mouth claims mine. The warm hand on my backside lowers to my thigh and slips under my dress traveling higher. When he finds no barrier he breaks the kiss, and looks down at me, panting.
 

“I love how you think.” A smoldering smile appears on his swollen lips.
 

I bite my lip and try to suppress a moan when his fingers find my slick sensitive flesh. He strokes me gently, making me to tremble in his arms. Dropping his head to the crook of my neck, he groans, “God, you’re already ready for me.”
 

Mr. Miller kisses my neck, sucking the skin into his hot mouth while his finger slides in, then two. I gasp and clutch his shoulders. He pumps his fingers harder and faster, stripping me of any coherent thought with each plunge, but then he tenses in my arms and slows his fingers to a languid pace. He brings his lips back to mine, kissing me so tenderly my heart tightens painfully and I fist his shirt firmly, holding on to him like a lifeline.
 

Unable to endure his teasing any longer, I gasp between kisses. “I need you… Please… now.”

Mr. Miller slides his fingers out then grabs my thighs and lifts me up. I wind my legs around his lean waist and ravage his mouth while he walks us to his bedroom.
 

Groaning, he lowers me down on the mattress and hovers above me. I slide my hands under his shirt, needing to feel him bare with no obstructions. I trace my fingertips across his smooth skin and solid body, making him inhale sharply. Straightening, Mr. Miller takes off his t-shirt, revealing his godlike body. Panels of hard muscle covered by smooth, tan skin. I gaze up at him with awe.
 

“You’re stunning.” I mutter.
 

My eyes can’t stop exploring every inch of him. His chest is rising and falling hard as he pants, allowing me to worship him with my eyes. When he decides I had my fill, Mr. Miller takes the edge of my dress and pulls it up and off of me. I’m sitting in a cream and black lace bra and nothing more, looking up into his mesmerizing eyes that hold me in place. Mr. Miller’s eyes shift over my body and I watch as the flames of his need rise higher and turn hotter. His intensity startles me, yet excites me at the same time.
 

“I don’t want to take off your bra because I’ll rip it off, so you do it.” he breaths out hard.
 

I notice that his body started trembling, his hands opening and closing restlessly, as if he’s barely holding himself back. I reach behind for the hook-and-eye closure and tug it open. I let the bra slide off my arms and toss it to the side. The moment my bra hits the floor Mr. Miller grabs my hips and yanks me down to him. His hands flatten me down as his body covers me. He’s so brusque and rough, but surprisingly I don’t find it intimidating, just passionately impatient.
 

Just like me.
 

Mr. Miller’s sinful lips move to tease my earlobe, then map their way down to my collarbone. The sensation of his hot and wet kisses overwhelms me. My sex tightens on emptiness and I mewl in frustration. Needing more, I arch my back, pushing my heavy breasts into his palms, begging for attention. His hands knead my breasts reverently, spurring my hips upward.
 

I gasp when his lips lower to my chest and warm wetness surrounds my pert nipple. My hands find their way into Mr. Miller’s soft hair, clutching the silky strands as he sucks slowly but fiercely. His tongue circle around, flickering my hardened peak he teases me, forcing little grunts and moans out of me. He bites my strained nipple ever so painfully, and I cry out at the sting of pain mixed with pleasure. Quickly, he soothes the redden nub with gentle licks of his expert tongue.
 

Mr. Miller grinds himself into me, releasing a seductive growl. I lower my hands between us and pull on his jeans, trying to open them. After a few unsuccessful attempts, he unbuttons it himself.
 

He moves away from me to take them off, simultaneously removing his black boxer briefs. Sprawled on my back and out of breath, I stare at him shamelessly.
 

Holy fuck.
 

Mr. Miller is standing before me naked, literally stealing my breath away. My eyes travel south as I follow the seductive etched V of his hips, ‘The Arrow to Heaven’ I call it. Oh God, I want to trace it with my tongue.

My eyes focus on his erect penis. I might have had my share of hunks, but I’ve never had this type of hung hunk. Swallowing, I look up and meet Mr. Miller’s hooded eyes. He’s watching me, watching him. Sliding his hand around himself, he wraps his long fingers around his impressive shaft, slowly caressing his thickness, root to tip, making me shiver with need.
 

“Oh God…” I hear myself moan.
 

Biting my lip, I sit up. I place my hands on his and gently move them away. Holding his
long thickness with both my hands, I slide them up and down, putting slight pressure. I hear him hiss when I flick my tongue over the tip, tasting the glistening bead of pre-ejaculate. I lick him from base to crown then take him in my mouth. His hands rummage in my hair, undoing my loose side braid.
 

As I suck him, I revel in the feel of him. His skin is smooth like satin, warm and inviting, velvety yet hard as steel. I look up at him through my lashes and see his beautiful face contorted into sweet agony. With his lips parted and eyes closed, he pants and moans as my mouth fervently works around him. Mr. Miller tips his head back, allowing me to see his Adam’s apple move as he swallows, the sight of that virile display makes me suck him tighter, pulling him in as much as I can.

He groans out a curse then pulls me away from him.
 

“Enough. Or this will end sooner than either of us wants to.” He breathes out.
 

He turns to his nightstand and takes out a condom. He rips the foil package then slides the condom on the length of him, keeping his ravenous eyes on mine. He takes a deep breath, looking at me intensely then lowers me to the bed again, putting his weight on his forearms. Mr. Miller eyes lock on mine and I’m unable to look away from the intensity of his passion that is radiating through them. I forget about everything around me and let him consume me as he kisses me slow and gentle.

Whoa, change of course. I thought he was going to pounce.
 

My arms link around his shoulders and he slowly slides his palm against my thigh then lifts my leg, slinging it around his hip. Mr. Miller glides his luscious lips to my neck, running his nose up, following that path with the tip of his tongue, teasing me with barely-there touches. His warm hand finds my breast and he moves his deftly fingers to pinch and pull my nipple while the thick head of his cock is teasing my quivering sex, making me squirm under him.

“You’re so beautiful.” He rasps in my ear.
 

He puts his forehead on mine and as our breaths mingle, he slowly slides in. I suck in a breath at the delicious feeling of him stretching and filling me. I feel his whole body frame tremble in my arms as he tries to sink in gently.

“You… don’t have to be… so gentle…” I gasp as the feeling of him intensifies with each slow advance.
 

“Almost… there…” he mutters more to himself than to me.
 

I look up at his face and see his eyes are closed shut, his brows furrows as in concentration. Restless, I lift my hips a fraction and he slides all the way in. We both moan at the same time and I shift a little to accommodate him better.
 

“Ahh… fuck!” he grunts loudly. “You’re so tight.” He opens his eyes and they focus on my mine.

“Are you all right? Did I hurt you?” he asks with genuine concern.
 

Taking a deep breath I shake my head, “No… you’re good, you’re perfect.”

Actually, he feels too big, but I’m not going to tell him that. There is no way I’m letting him stop. I don’t think I’ll survive it. He retreats almost all the way then thrusts forward, still looking intently into my eyes, searching for any signs of discomfort or pain. I try to keep them open, but the sensation of him inside me is too hedonic, my eyes flutter shut and I moan.
 

“Does it hurt?” he whispers.

I open my eyes and see him frowning lightly.
 

“No, I told you it feels… you feel perfect.” I bite my lip to muffle a moan.

It’s pushing me to the limit of how much I can take, but not breaking me. Still not convinced, he moves himself gently. Impatient with fiery lust, I tangle my fingers in his hair and pull his mouth to mine. Kissing and licking, nibbling and biting, I try to convey my burning desire for him. As our kiss intensifies I start moving my hips under him. He groans and tries to pull his mouth away but I wrap my arms around his neck, stopping him from moving.
 

Still, he manages to move his face and breaks our kiss.
 

“I don’t want to hurt you so you’ll have to tell me to stop if I get too… rough, ok?” his brilliant eyes focus on mine.

“Yes, I promise I’ll tell you to stop if it hurts.”
 

Satisfied with my answer, he resumes kissing me while slowly picking up the pace. My legs wrap around him and I feel the clench and release of his steel buttocks under my calves with each thrust.
 

Unable to hold back anymore, I start panting and moaning, “Oh my God… you feel so… good.”
 

I whimper at the mind-blowing sensation of fullness, the feel of him as his thrusts become rougher and harder. I feel my body ignite, as if I’m on fire every nerve connection is ablaze, but it burns in the sweetest way. I tremble as the coil inside me tightens and I know I’m close to my release.
 

“Hold on to me.” he breaths in my ear and my arms tighten around his neck.
 

He lifts me up so I am straddling him then sits back on his heels, so my thighs on his and we’re chest to chest. His warm hands move to support me. One hand snakes around my waist, holding me close. The other settles around the back of my neck, while my fingers find his silky hair and my lips mesh with his. Our tongues stroke and lick around in a slow, passionate pace as my hips rise and fall.