His First Lady

#Chapter 3: Can I See You Again?

Miles complies at once. Crashing our lips together, he easily coaxes my mouth open and licks his tongue inside. He hobbles over to the bed, then slowly lowers me down onto it, all without breaking our kiss.

We come up for air a moment, and use that time to reposition ourselves. I elbow my way up the mattress until my head rests on the pillows. Miles kicks off his shoes and then crawls over me.

Before he even reaches me again, I pluck at his shirt buttons with deft fingers. By the time his mouth is on mine once more, I have all the buttons undone and slide my hands underneath. He’s wearing a tank top under, but it’s skin-tight and thin. I trace every hard curve of his muscled chest.

Keeping his mouth on mine, he tugs the shirt off of himself and tosses it to the side. He breaks the kiss only long enough to lift his tank top up over his head.

For a moment, he’s on his knees towering over me, his miles of bare skin on display through the open window, the moonlight illuminating him like a s*x god sent to earth just for me.

“Miles,” I sigh, and grinning, he lowers back down on top of me.

I lift my head to kiss him again. He tastes sweet, like honey and whiskey. But this time, he keeps his mouth just out of reach.

“You look hot as hell in this dress, Esther,” he says. His grin is devilish. “But I can’t wait to see you out of it.”

“Then what are we waiting for?” I ask. His flirtations stroke my confidence and I roll over to give him access to the zipper down my back.

Immediately, he catches it with his fingers and slowly tugs it down, revealing inch after careful inch of my bare back. Not wearing a bra tonight was the correct choice, I realize, the moment he drops his mouth down to kiss every inch of new skin the zipper reveals.

The zipper stops at my tailbone. Then Miles starts to together. I shimmy to help him. Together, we relieve my body of that tight dress. Miles doesn’t stop there. He tugs my panties off too.

“Roll over,” he whispers, voice strained and breathy. “Let me see your beautiful body.”

Who am I to deny him? “Only if I get to see yours.”

“I promise.” He starts to shuffle over top of me. He must move at lightning speed, because as I roll onto my back and gaze up at him, he’s naked now too. Holding his 9-inch d**k in his hands, he strokes himself slow and steady as his eyes drop to take me in.

“Christ,” he groans through gritted teeth. “I’m going to f*****g c*m just looking at you.”

My p***y weeps at his words. My n*****s tighten into hard little buds. His words and the way he’s looking at me makes me feel so sexy in my own skin. I’ve never felt like this before – so wantonly desired.

“I’m not satisfied yet…” I say, my voice matching his with its lust-roughness.

“Baby, we’re just getting started,” he growls and drops down to kiss me.

Two minutes later, his mouth is latched onto one my n*****s, suckling, as he teases the other with firm flicks of his tongue. I arch my back, wanting more.

Five minutes after that, he’s down between my opened thighs, lapping at my p***y, hungry like a starving man. He’s relentless, pushing his tongue deep inside of me, before lifting away to clasp my clit instead.

I push my fingers through his hair, clawing at his scalp. This only encourages him. He sucks so hard that I scream.

He makes me c*m twice before he finally buries his hard d**k inside of me. He f***s me hard enough for the bedframe to pound into the wall. Neither of us care. I’m so lost to bliss, I can barely hear anything but the sound of my own heart.

Only his moans break through. “God, yes. Yes. f**k. Esther. Esther!”

I grip both hands in fists at the pillow behind my head. Miles reaches up and untangles one of my hands, but only so that he can slid his fingers through mine.

We hold onto each other as we chase our pleasure. Climbing, pushing, pulling, begging, More, more…

Then, at last…

“M-Miles!!”

As we come down from our high, Miles startles me as he snuggles in behind me. The sweat has not yet cooled from our skin when he asks, “Can I see you again?”

I don’t know what he’s asking me. Does he hope to be a monthly retainer? No way he could actually want me to keep him.

Ether, I doubt I can afford. So I don’t answer him. Soon, he drifts off to sleep without asking a second time.

From my purse, I retrieve my checkbook. I don’t know the amount he’s owed, so I leave him a blank check, filling out only signature and the date and his name, Miles Hamilton. I hope that isn’t an alias.

At the door, I glance back once to take in his sleeping form. God, he was so handsome, the sheets twisted around his naked body, his dark hair partially covering his eyes.

It took great effort to look away, but somehow I forced myself from the room and began the long trek home.

In the morning, Garnar never asks where I was last night. Maybe he saw me sleeping on the couch and assumes I stayed there all night. Or, more likely, he just doesn’t care.

After the girls depart, Garnar lingers. He frowns at my pajamas and my unkempt hair. “You couldn’t find time to make yourself presentable? We have a meeting with your father in ten minutes.”

“We do?”

Garnar has not mentioned it before now. I would have written it on my calendar if he had.

Still, he says, “I told you.”

He’s a liar through and through.

I run to clean myself up as much as I can in ten minutes. Then I sit beside Garnar on the couch, just in time for the video call to start on his laptop.

To see the screen, I have to inch close to him. My stomach turns as I do so. I haven’t decided what to do with Garnar yet. For the girls sake, I need to consider my options carefully. But I’m not ready to be this close to him right now.

Especially when I keep thinking about Miles.

The meeting begins, revealing my adoptive father and several more of my other family members. I glower when I see Thea among them.

These calls aren’t unusual. Father likes to take charge of everything, ever worried about preserving his legacy.

“Senator Hamilton is retiring by the end of the year,” Father says. I don’t bother asking how he knows that.

“The father or the son?” asks one of my uncles.

“The son is a Representative, not a Senator,” Father continues.

My mind wanders. Isn’t Hamilton the last name of the call boy? What does it matter now? That has to be a coincidence.

I return to the conversation too late, distracted by Miles once again.

“I expect to see you all at the Senator’s event on the 12(th) at the Rockview Elite Country Club,” Father says. “No one is exempt.” He ends the call, just like that.

I exhale a length breath.

“We’re not attending this meeting,” Garnar says.

I suck in another breath. “What?” With all the politicians and wealthy businesspeople there, it would be a good opportunity for Garnar to make connections.

Why would he want to turn down that opportunity?