𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐧

𝐓𝐖𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐘-𝐅𝐈𝐕𝐄

{no detailed smut :) Imagine how you want, this is just a representation of what would roughly happen if they Yk <3 }

My eyes widen. "Miles-"

"I know." He whispers, rubbing circles on my thigh.

I pull myself closer to peck his lips and I slowly slide his shirt up his body and he instantly shakes his head.

"I'm not forcing you. If you're not ready."

"I'm ready."

"Baby-"

"Please," I whisper.

He searches for my eyes and strokes my cheek. "Mmm." He hums pressing light kisses on my neck.

I looked at his lips, silently begging for them to be on mine. He chuckled at that but despite my longing stare, he still continued to kiss down my neck.

I hum in pleasure. I began to grow impatient so I leaned in slowly and pressed my lips against his.

His lips slowly moved against mine.

I feel butterflies in my stomach as his soft lips smile against mine.

With Time, my kisses grow my passionate, more hungry, and more impatient.

It was like I was addicted to him. The desire I felt was like a drug. And I have never felt this way before.

We've kissed over and over before but never had it felt like this.

Things move fast and so heated I don't even realise that his muscular body is now fully on top of mine while we kiss passionately.

He runs his tongue over my bottom lip and I open my mouth to let his tongue inside.

Sparks fly through me.

I hadn't kissed so well before but things felt natural while our tongues moved together and Miles fought for dominance.

A soft moan escapes me as Miles' hands slide down my waist and pulls down my frilly shorts.

I feel the heat in my panties and I can no longer think straight.

"You good Ella, baby?" Miles whispers.

I nod because I can't open my mouth to answer him well enough.

Miles lowers his head and sucks on my thigh causing me to let out a loud moan.

I pull his back upwards, greedily taking his lips once again. He looks into my eyes silently asking for my permission again.

I nod at him eagerly. "Hurry."

He chuckles, looking at me through his beautiful green eyes.

He slowly removes my shirt and his eyes darken at the sight of my chest in the silk bra that Alessia had earlier insisted I wear with these pyjamas.

That little freak. No wonder why she said something about me being yucky with her brother tonight. She knew. Somehow. That this would happen.

"Fuck, baby. You're so beautiful." He whispers.

I gasp as I feel Miles fingers inside of me.
"Oh God."

I push my head back, eyes closed as he pumps his fingers slowly in and out of me.

I watch as he eventually pulls away and licks his fingers clean.

Oh God.

That was-

I stare down at his pj pants and he lets out the loudest laugh. "Not tonight, baby. I want to take things slow with you. When I feel you're ready."

I frown but he kisses my forehead and I feel my face soften at his touch.

He wraps his muscly arms around my waist and pulls me close. My fingers reach his hair and I rake my fingers through it until I suddenly stop, feeling myself drift off.

"Good night," I murmur, my eyes closed, about to be knocked out any moment from now.

"Goodnight, baby."