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Mile captures my neck and leans down, his lips closing hungrily over mine. I gasp when he wraps his other hand around my waist and pulls me flush against him.
He kisses me hard.
There is no hesitation, not a second of doubt as his lips fight mine for dominance and I... relinquish control.
I let him play my body to his tune, leaning into the kiss and letting him direct it however way he likes and... he does just that.
The hand on the back of my neck tightens until it hurts but it only adds to the intensity of it all. Everything about him drives me wild.
His touch, his body... his scent.
He smells of his woody expensive perfume, so fucking strong and masculine it's nothing like the boys I hang around.
None of them could afford to be like Mile.
Not even with all the money in the world, they would never match up to this man and least of all, to how he makes me feel.
I am hard, more than I've ever been in my life and all this from kissing?
And it's all him.
It's from the way he holds me against him like I am his, the taste of wine on his lips, the fresh scent of expensive aftershave...
I whimper into the kiss when he buries his tongue into my mouth which in turn sends a low growl rising in his chest.
We're in the foyer and anyone in this massive home could walk in and see us. See me, flush against Mile and basically melting in his arms.
"Kitten," he rasps, breathing harshly against me when I lift my hands to his firm muscles. The hand on my nape turns gentler and he begins to stroke my hair before drawing from the kiss. "I thought this would be hard."
"Uh?" I whisper breathily, confused by his words but I don't want to be speaking right now. I'm so hard it hurts and I just need him to take care of it.
Take care of me.
"I thought it would be hard to give into you. You're..."
"Don't say it, please," I whisper, begging him not to mention our age difference, my words turning into a moan when his lips drop to my neck.
"...And I am straight" he says, breathing hotly against my neck, sending a warm shiver down my spine.
"Oh," my eyes flutter to a close when his lips close over my ear lobe, biting gently at the sensitive skin.
"I want to be inside of you," he breathes against my neck and I stop, my brain going blank at his words. Heck, I have thought about this for months, imagined what my first time would be like but despite the excitement, there is fear too.
I pushed this idea on to him, told him I wanted a daddy so why am I scared?
"I..."
"Not tonight," he says, easing my worry a little but not entirely. "I might not even do that for the week we do this."
I don't understand the disappointment that floods me at his words.
Do I want this or not?
What the hell is wrong with me!
The hand around my waist tightens and I gasp when I feel the heavy press of his erection against my stomach, taking my thoughts from the fog that is my head.
"I... I can do it," I whisper, my voice coming off a little shaky.
Mile draws back to stare at me but doesn't remove his hand from my nape, his eyes are crowded with heat but there is something else in there that I can't read.
"Kitten," he rasps, running his eyes all over my face. "You claim you've wanted a daddy for so long but do you understand the dynamics with one?"
"Isn't it like a dominant submissive thing where I do everything he wants even when I am not sure of it." Even when I am not ready?
Heat flashes in his eyes as he stares at me but there is concern as well. "No. That's not how it works."
"It's not?" I ask in confusion. Everything I have seen online is suggests that these relationships aren't about the one with the less power. To be fair, most of what I have seen online are on sugar babies trading sex for an expensive lifestyle but Mile and I... we both have that. Him more than me but still, I don't need him for his money.
Would it be easier if I did?
Does the dynamic change between us because I don't need him for that?
"I won't take something from you just because I can or want to," Mile whispers, stroking my hair gently. "Just because I'll have the final say and control over everything for the next week doesn't mean I am going to abuse it. You can trust me on that."
"Okay..."
"I want to be inside of you. I want to fuck you against the staircase railing until you've woken everything in the building with your moans but I am not going to because I know you're not ready for that yet." My face flushes at his words but there is something serious in his expression but he makes it hard for me to focus when he buries his fingers into my hair. "Your pleasure is the most important thing to me, Kitten and that's why you relinquish your control because no matter what happens, I will always put your needs ahead of mine."
Focus!
I need to focus on what he is saying but the hands stroking my hair makes it hard for me to do so. My eyes flutter to a close at the ministration but snap open when he tightens his fingers in my hair and tugs. My lips part in a gasp when the need that was there only moments before comes back with vengeance.
"Tell me you understand."
I nod frantically, my eyes dropping from his heavily heated eyes and down to his lips and I realize that I want them back on me.
Now that the initial fear is gone, all the worries swept away by his words, there is only need, want... lust in my mind and body.
"Words, Kitten."
"I understand," I whisper, fisting my hands on his shirt as my body warms over.
"Good, because I am done talking!"
And then his lip are back on mine.
