“Yeah, of course,” I say, moving to stand. I wrap her in my arms, pressing my bare chest to hers for the first time. I lift her in our hug, then lay her down on the mattress. I stand over her, watching her chest rise and fall with labored breath. “Do you need a minute?” I sit on the edge of the bed, next to her.
“I don’t want to…” She rubs her lips together. “I don’t want to bemorenaked than you.”
I nod, immediately moving to stand as I reach for my shorts, then pause, putting my hands on a time-out by crossing my arms in front of my chest. “Do you want me to be more naked?”
“Yes,” she says, hungry eyes finding mine as her tongue darts out past her lips. “Yes, I do.”
Sixteen
Prue
Thatthingwillnot fit inside of me. Suddenly I’m wondering if Milo’s body count isjustthat—the bodies of those he has left indisposed with his penis. “No way,” I say, shaking my head. “Milo, that’s—”
“Gorgeous, I know.” He smiles wickedly, twisting his hips side to side before he reaches down to remove his socks. “I try not to let it go to my head,” he says, pulling one sock off as he hops next to the side of my bed. After tossing it aside, he stands still, legs apart and hands on his hips as if to give me the chance to takeallof him in.
It would be arrogant if it wasn’t,also,deeply appreciated. His left leg has far more tattoos than the right, which still has its fair share. His left thigh is covered in a traditional Japanese-style dragon, the body wrapping around the back. Both of his knees have spiderwebs on them, just like his elbows, and almostanyavailable skin on his left leg has been covered in what seems to be a mismatched collection of memories in all sorts of styles of art.
“I will say, I’ve never had this response to standing naked in front of anyone before,” Milo says, eyes narrowed on me. “Is this”—he gestures to my expression with a flat palm—“positive?”
“I’m curious,” I tell him.
He falls onto the bed next to me, bouncing the mattress. “I’ll tell you whatever you’d like,” he says, pressing a kiss to my shoulder. “You can touch too, like I’m a cadaver or some shit, if that would make you feel better.”
“I don’t think I’m ready to…approach…just yet,” I say, my eyes held on his penis. “It’s intimidating.”
“I can put my clothes back on, if you’d like me to. But just because they’re off doesn’t mean there are any expectations to approach, Killer.” He pauses, brushing his fingers over my arm. “Though, depending on how you want me, he may get involved. I can’t stop him from touching you if the rest of me is close by and unclothed. Is that okay?”
I giggle, covering my eyes. “Yes, now please stop talking about your penis like a separate entity.”
“Fine,” he says, teeth bared against my upper arm. “Now can I get back to what I was doing?” Milo’s hand reaches across my stomach and falls into the curve of my waist, then he pulls me closer to him as he dips his head down to find my breast. When he swirls his tongue around my nipple, I instantly become pliant in his hold, losing myself to his skillful touch. I didn’t know I would like this part of it so much. I truly feel as if I could come solely from him playing with my tits.
“Ilovethat,” I tell him, massaging his scalp with my fingernails. “You’re so good at it.”
“Mmm,” he says, licking the hollow space between my breasts before lifting himself over me. I spread my legs, making room for him to press his knees against the mattress. “That’s because I love it too,” he says, sucking my skin into his mouth again.
My back arches as he bites, catching me off guard with a searing, sharp, delicious pain.
“Still with me?” he asks as I hiss in response.
“Definitely,” I reply, twisting both hands into his hair. “How long can we dojustthis for?”
“I’m in no rush,” he says, before a soft, broken laugh. “No rush atall…”
“But what should I expect?” I ask, my throat tightening as I watch Milo pucker his lips and blow cold air across my wet skin. “Like, should I be ushering things along or is that your job?”
“You can tell me when you’re done.”
“But how will I know?”
“When it feels right. When you feel satisfied. There’s no right or wrong here.” He looks up at me through heavy brows, my nipple between his teeth before he buries that smirk against my skin. “What do you feel right now? Do you want more? Less? A change?”
“I know I don’t want—” I gasp as he moves to my other breast, licking before blowing cold air again. “I don’t want this to stop.” I hook my legs around his back, wanting him closer all over. “But I wantmoretoo.”
“Describe thismoreto me,” he says, circling his tongue as his hand plays with my other breast. “Does it feel like wanting to be filled? Or wanting to be touched elsewhere? Wanting more weight on top of you? Wanting to come? Or be teased?”
I swallow, feeling my tongue swell inside of my mouth. “I—” I rock my hips against him. “I, I’m not sure.”
“I think you are.”
