Miles spoke to Aria

They barely make it through the door.

He pushes it shut behind them and she is already turning, pulling him down to her by the collar, the kiss immediate and hungry, nothing like the careful charged moments they have been building toward all night. This is the release of all of it at once.

They stumble to get to the bed She gets his tie off and starts on his shirt buttons with focused efficiency while he finds the zipper at her back and draws it down slowly. They continue kissing and licking each other's bodies as she. Miles turns her over and takes her dress off to expose her bare body.

Miles: No bra, huh?

Aria: Didn't want to slow us down.

She winks.

She sits back on the bed and pulls him down over her.

They kiss for another long moment, his hands moving over her body, hers in his hair. Then he pulls back and works his way down her neck, her collarbone, her stomach, taking his time despite every signal she is sending that she does not want him to.

Aria: Miles.

Miles: yeah?

Aria: stop taking your time.

Miles: no.

She makes a sound of frustration that dissolves immediately when he puts his mouth on her.

He works her slowly, his hands flat on her inner thighs, reading every shift in her breathing and adjusting accordingly. She is not quiet about it. Her hand goes to his hair and she holds on, her hips moving against his mouth, her head pressed back into the pillow.

Aria: god. Right there. Don't you dare move.

He does not move. He stays exactly where he is until she comes hard against his mouth, her thighs pressing against his shoulders, his name sharp on her lips.

Aria: Oh goddd...fuckk fuckk...II came so hard...fuck..God your tongue...

She is still breathing hard when she sits up and pushes him onto his back.

Aria: Let me return you the favor

Aria gently pushes him on his back. She takes his cock in her hand, strokes once, twice, looking at him with dark satisfied eyes. Then she takes him in her mouth and whatever composure he had left dissolves immediately.

She is thorough and merciless about it, one hand working in rhythm with her mouth, her eyes occasionally finding his from below with an expression that makes it very clear she knows exactly what she is doing to him.

She crawls up his body and straddles him, reaching down to position him at her entrance. She holds his gaze as she sinks down slowly, taking him in, her lips parting slightly at the feeling.

She starts moving her hips in rhythm over his cock. She is enjoying his cock but also wants to put on a show for him. Her hands flat on his chest, her hips rolling in a slow deliberate rhythm that makes it very difficult to think. Her hair falls forward around her face and she pushes it back impatiently, never breaking her pace. She is completely in control and completely aware of it, working herself on him with the focused intensity she brings to everything.

He grips her hips.

She bats his hands away.

Aria: I didn't say you could do that.

He puts his hands back on the bed.

She rewards him by picking up the pace, her breathing getting louder, the rhythm harder and more urgent. She comes with her nails raking down his chest, shuddering, dropping forward against him for a moment before straightening back up.

He rolls her over.

She ends up on her back, slightly breathless, and he lies down beside her, his body perpendicular to hers. He lifts her outside leg over his hip and pushes inside her from the side, the angle deep and immediate.

She exhales hard.

Aria: oh.

Miles: okay?

She reaches back and grabs his hip pulling him closer.

Aria: more than okay.

He moves slowly in this position, the angle hitting somewhere that makes her breath catch with every stroke. She turns her head and finds his mouth and they stay like that, moving together, the intimacy of it different from everything else, quieter and deeper and somehow more charged for it.

He continues fucking her, while rubbing her clit with one hand and kissing her. Aria can't handle the overload on her senses as she comes again, louder this time, her whole body shuddering against him.

He gives her a moment.

Without pulling out his cock he moves behind her and she gets on her hands and knees without being asked, looking back at him over her shoulder with dark eyes.

He pushes inside her slowly.

Aria: She exhales. gentle.

He is gentle. For about thirty seconds.

Then she pushes back against him hard and whatever restraint he had dissolves completely. He grips her hips and picks up the pace, the gentleness gone, replaced by something harder and more urgent. The headboard finds the wall. She drops her head forward and stops trying to contain any of the sounds she is making.

He reaches forward and grabs her hair, pulling just enough. Her back arches immediately. He spanks her ass forgetting any gentleness as his pulls her hair harder. The pain is overcome by the pleasure.

Aria: Like that. Exactly like that. Harder...harder..

He does not let up. The pace is hard and relentless and she takes every bit of it, pushing back against him, her knuckles white on the sheets. She comes a third time with a sound that is not entirely words, clenching hard around him.

He pulls out.

She turns over onto her back, chest heaving, hair completely undone, looking up at him with the most unguarded expression he has ever seen on her face.

He hooks his hands under her knees and pushes them wide, spreading her open, and pushes back inside her in one stroke.

She gasps.

Missionary now, deep and hard, no pretense of anything other than what it is. He braces above her and moves without holding back, the headboard loud against the wall, Aria beneath him completely abandoned, her legs wide, her hands gripping the sheets.

Aria: she says it breathlessly. don't stop. Don't stop. Don't stop.

He does not stop. He closes the gap in between pushing his bare chest against her breasts, closing the gap in between them looking deep into her eyes. He increases the speed as she continues to scream her name.

Aria: Miles Miles Miles..fuck me fuckk fuckk.

He pulls out at the last moment and comes hard across her stomach.

Aria: That's where you cum?

She chuckles

Miles: I could barely pull out.

His cock still dripping of cum.

Aria: Let me clean that off for you. I don't want to regret that I didn't get to taste any.

She moved over as she took his semi hard cock licking off every bit of cum off his cock.

They stay still for a moment, both breathing hard, the distant noise of the party somewhere far below entirely irrelevant to either of them.

Aria looks down at herself then up at him. She reaches for the tissues on the nightstand.

She says it with that small satisfied expression she reserves for moments she has decided to own completely.

Aria: Worth the wait.

He looks down at her.