In Which One Must Bridge a Gap Deeper and Wider than the Ocean

"Are you having second thoughts?"

Your voice is soft, low, and cautious. You were acutely aware that you were in shaky territory and were attempting quite the task. Miles' habitual distance from others, you included, meant you had to cross a gap of sorts, one almost imperceptibly wide.

Yet here you were, with the prize just out of your grasp.

He doesn't respond, at least, not immediately. His eyes are not looking at you; they're turned away, deep in thought, machinations unknown. A quick calculation in your mind means that you do nothing nor say nothing; you left the next move entirely to be his own.

"No." The word comes out so fast, almost like a gunshot; fully confident and said as if it were entirely self-evident, quite in line with the man you knew. He gently places his hand on the small of your back, and the warmth shocked you alongside the absolute decision he made, seemingly all at once - of course, you weren't going to question him. Not when you were this close.

"Come with me," he breathes into your ear, with a softer, huskier tone than beforehand. Choosing to stay silent, you simply nod and give him a small smile, and he gives you a small one in return as he pushes you gently towards his bedroom.

Once you both make it inside, he shuts the door yet lingers by it for a second, eyeing you for a moment - it makes you flush, just the smallest amount. He inhales deeply and advances toward you, placing a firm hand on your shoulder and his lips against yours. Almost instantaneously you melt into the kiss, letting his tongue enter your mouth while his hand trails around your jawline and down to your neck before he suddenly pulls away.

He began to take off his jacket, and you instantly know the plot. After a moment of nervous, awkward fiddling with your dress, you give up the ghost. "Miles, can you unzip me?", you ask, and your voice shakes a bit while you do it, a little anxious at the inherent risks involved in exposure.

"Of course," is his response, ever the gentleman. You turn around while he briefly fumbles before finding the zipper and pulling it down in one single, fluid motion. Squeaking out a little "thank you", you slip out of the dress as he successfully pulls off his shirt, leaving his chest bare. Naturally, you reach out and rub your hand across the flesh, interrupting him with a little kiss. He responds in kind, groping your breast and gently teasing your nipple through the fabric of your bra, making you let out a soft gasp while warmth pumps through your veins.

Almost on impulse, you reach down to unbutton his pants, your hands and his bumping into each other. Miles laughs, unusually low. "I know you're eager, but I'm going to need you to relax."

"Oh, shut up," you mumble under your breath, pulling away to let him take his pants off, another set of small laughs escaping him. As soon as he pulls his pants off completely, he pulls you towards the bed, and you eagerly crawl in with him, immediately pulling yourself close to him for another kiss, a little sloppier than the ones before it.

His fingers start to tangle into your bra straps, trying to tug them down, and it becomes time for you to let out a little laugh before unlatching it and tossing it aside - it makes no difference. A man of opportunity, Miles immediately puts an arm across the lower part of your back, leaning down to gently take your nipple in his mouth. A jolt spreads through your whole body and you arch into his mouth while he teases you gently with his tongue before pulling away briefly. The loss felt so great you almost cried out in protest, but it was of no matter - he merely used his mouth to wet his fingers so he could tease your other nipple as well, taking the other into his mouth once again.

He gently teases and pinches your nipples in what seemed to be a perfect way, leaving you to make little gasps and moans while he delightfully indulges you for what seemed to be forever before abruptly stopping, bringing his lips to yours again while he hooks his fingers into the band of your panties. Squirming under his touch, he pulls them down with perfect fluidity once again, before attending to his own boxers and leaving you conveniently exposed. A solid blush formed on your cheeks by this point, even before he was completely nude and focusing his gaze on you again.

Still handling you quite gently, he puts his hands on your waist, gently positioning you before climbing atop you, the weight oddly stimulating you and making the bed creak; a shiver of anticipation shoots up your spine. His hands spread your legs, making sure your knees are wide open, ensuring that the blush on your cheeks wouldn't go away for some time.

He lines himself up against you and slowly begins to slide his cock against your slit, already slick with your eagerness. The sensation - especially when the tip of his cock rubs against your clit - makes you whine, almost desperately, and Miles lets out low, breathy sounds of his own, not to mention the lewd sound of rubbing slick. It feels like an eternity that he teases you for, leading you to squirm beneath him and pitch your voice up high.

"Miles, please," you whimpered. "Come on..."

It was all the motivation he needed - he immediately angles himself to slide inside you, putting all of his (considerable) length inside of you at once. The pleasant stretch and tingle made you moan in a way that felt quite wanton, but at this point, it didn't matter. Nothing mattered except the two of you, at that moment, on that bed, finally bridging the gap.

His pace was moderate, yet consistent, and he was rather forceful in his thrusts, bed creaking beneath you. You buried your face in his shoulder while he held you around the waist, firmly keeping you in place as he slid in and out of you. Your moans and cries were muffled, and you could distantly hear him lowly panting and grunting in your ear, seeming to lose himself in the moment, as if your body was completely perfect for him.

When he reaches down and starts rubbing your clit, it's not long before you cum, clamping down on him tightly, fingernails digging into his shoulders. Your theory about him being lost in the moment seemed to be correct because he only increased his pace when you came, groaning surprisingly loudly in your ear and slamming his hand against the headboard, a suddenly unstoppable force.

"Ready?" His voice is gruff in your ear, and all you can do is nod, numbly. He growls (it excites you terribly) in your ear before finally cumming, filling you with warmth and giving a few weak thrusts before pulling out. He looks at your cunt for a moment, apparently transfixed, before giving a soft kiss on your head. You smile.

"I didn't think you had it in you, Miles." It's all you can think to say, it seems.

"Mhm," he responds. "Well."