Meant For You

seventy-two.

Nola Scott

Getting back home couldn't have taken any longer.

Miles rested his hand on my thigh the whole time we drove. It was doing things to me, things I wouldn't say out loud until we were back at his place.

He loves me, I remind myself. Butterflies flutter around my stomach and heart. Someone loves me and it's Miles. The man who I've been waiting for my whole life. The man who belonged to me. The soul who was made for me.

I see it in his eyes now. Every time he's looked at me since after saying those words to me. He loves me. And I love him. How could I not? He's so perfect and beautiful and amazing and mine. I really did get lucky with him.

Miles makes my heart beat at an unbelievably high speed. It's like a shot of espresso in the morning. That's how he makes me feel. I love him so deeply.

As he pulls into his driveway, I clench my thighs together to stop the throbbing between my legs. My body aches for him and it knows he's coming for me soon. Literally and figuratively. Miles shuts off the car and comes over to my door to open it for me. He grabs my hand and helps me out. The silence between us is deafening but the tension is so thick. Luckily, Jay isn't here tonight. We have the house to ourselves so I'm able to be as loud as I want.

He makes me walk in front of him up the stairs and halfway up, he slaps my ass hard making a noise escape my lips. Oh God. I didn't mean to make that sound. Miles opens the door to his room and closes it behind him. He doesn't make the first move, removing his shoes before coming to sit on the bed. Should I make the first move? Why am I still shy to make the first move?

I slip off my shoes too and lift my legs onto the bed. I can feel my panties soaked just thinking about us having sex. Ugh, is it even normal to get this wet before being touched? "I want you so fucking bad," Miles suddenly says, his voice raspy. He sits on the edge of the bed so I crawl toward him on the bed and straddle his lap. His hands find my ass and I feel my nipples harden underneath my shirt.

His gray eyes are suddenly dark as he covers his lips with mine. He kisses me with need and hunger, bringing a hand up to run through my hair. I can't help but grind my hips on him, begging for more contact. He groans into the kiss sending vibrations through my body. A whimper escapes my lips as he pulls his mouth away from mine to trail kisses down my neck.

I pant, lifting his shirt to touch the skin beneath it. His body radiates heat and it makes me even needier. Miles lifts my top over my head and unclasps my bra too. He takes one of my boobs in his hands and massages it as he kisses my collarbone. He uses his thumb to play with my nipple making my hips buck up. Miles breathes harder with me and lifts me off him easily. He uses two hands to pull down my tights and panties all at once leaving me completely naked.

I feel so exposed as he is still fully clothed but he doesn't make me feel uncomfortable. Miles stares at me long and hard, his beautiful eyes still dark with hunger. "God, you're fucking perfect," he rasps, pulling me back onto his lap. His hands explore my body as he kisses me roughly. Me being naked isn't enough. I crave the feel of his skin on mine.

He takes one of my breasts into his mouth and I grind my hips back and forth, feeling his hard dick under his sweatpants. I moan at his wet mouth on my boob. He makes me feel so good. Miles pulls back looking down. His gray sweats are stained with my wetness. "Fuck," he groans, grabbing my back and placing me gently on the bed. He hovers over me and starts to kiss down my stomach.

His eyes never leave mine as he moves lower down my body. My hands find the sheets underneath me. "Just one taste," he says. This isn't the first time Miles has eaten me out and I always get excited when he goes down on me because he knows how to do it so well. He grabs my shaky thighs and opens them up. He takes my pussy into his mouth and I let out a gasp at the feel of his tongue. "Oh my gosh," I whimper.