“Milo...”
“There it is.” I trace my fingers along the edge of her bra. “Say it again.”
“Milo, please...”
I kiss her harder, deeper, swallowing her pleas. She’s fumbling with my shirt, yanking it over my head, her hands immediately finding my chest. Her touch is frantic, desperate, like she can’t get enough.
Good. I can’t either.
I unhook her bra and let it fall. Her breasts are perfect. Full and soft, nipples already peaked and begging for my mouth. I duck my head and take one between my lips.
She cries out, her hands flying to my hair. “Oh god...”
I suck hard, flicking my tongue across the tight peak, and she arches into me. Her scent spikes. Slick pooling, I can smell it now, rich and sweet and making my mouth water.
“You’re getting wet for me,” I murmur against her breast. “I can smell it. Smell how much you want this.”
“Yes...” She’s panting. “Yes, I want... I need...”
“Tell me.” I switch to her other breast, biting gently. “Tell me what you need.”
“Your mouth. Your fingers. Your...” She breaks off with a moan when I suck hard. “Everything. I need everything.”
I drop to my knees.
She gasps, her hands finding my shoulders. I look up at her as I hook my fingers in her panties—black lace, already soaked through—and drag them down her legs.
“Gonna give you everything,” I promise. “Gonna make you feel so good you forget your own name.”
The first thing that hits me is her scent. God, her scent. Lavender and citrus, but deeper now. Headier, richer with arousal. And her slick, glistening on her folds, thick and sweet.
I lean in and lick through her center.
Her knees buckle. I catch her hips, holding her up, and lick again. Longer this time. Slower. Tasting every inch of her.
“Oh fuck...” Her fingers twist in my hair. “Milo...”
“Taste so good.” I spread her with my thumbs, getting better access. “So sweet. Could eat this pussy for hours.”
I seal my mouth over her clit and suck.
She screams.
I don’t let up. I work her with my tongue. Circles, flicks, long slow drags that have her shaking. Her slick is running down mychin, coating my lips, and I groan at the taste. Can’t get enough. Don’t ever want to stop.
“Please...” Her voice breaks on the word. “Please, Milo, I need... inside... need your fingers...”
I push two fingers into her and crook them hard.
She’s so slick they slide in like nothing, and she clenches around them immediately. Hot. Tight. Pulsing. I pump them slowly while my tongue keeps working her clit.
“That’s it,” I growl against her. “That’s my good girl. So tight around my fingers. Can’t wait to feel you around my cock.”
“Yes...” She’s riding my hand now, fucking herself on my fingers. “Yes, want that, want your cock...”
“Gonna give it to you.” I add a third finger, stretching her wider, and she wails. “Gonna fill you up. Knot you. Make you mine.”
“Please... please... I’m gonna... Milo, I’m...”
