“I want…” I hold the back of his head tightly, pressing him to my breast, as my other hand reaches for his and interlocks our fingers. “This…” I say, pushing his hand down my stomach.
“My fingers on your clit?” he asks me, smirking against my skin. “Or”—he moves his mouth to the side of my breast, softly biting—“inside of you?”
“I’ve never put, um, I’ve only ever played with my clit. I haven’t ever had anything, uh, inside….”
“Okay, that’s fine.” He kisses me. “Do you want me to try it or just learn what you already like?”
“I guess, um…” I answer, shakily, as Milo’s hand frees from mine and he moves to cup my vagina in his palm. “Fuck,” I whimper as he runs one finger up the center against my underwear.
“How about this…I’ll start here,” he says, pressing two bent knuckles above my clit and moving in a soft, slow circle. “If you want to take your panties off, you let me know.”
My grip tightens on his head when he continues to work his tongue against me, now accompanied by that increasingly intense pressure between my legs. “Yeah, okay,” I say, breathless. A throaty moan falls out of me when he presses his knuckles together, pinching my clit between them. “Wow…That’s…nice.”
“We can do a whole lot fucking better thannice,Killer,” Milo says, before biting down on my nipple once again. “I want alotmore than nice,” he mumbles, my nipple between his teeth.
“No, no, it’sgood,” I tell him, my hips writhing as thatmoresensation comes beckoning once again. “Too good…”
“On or off, Killer?” he says, running the tip of his thumb underneath the seam of my underwear as he licks across my chest to split his attention equally between my tits. “You want more?”
“Yeah,” I tell him, “and I want you to kiss me while you do it.”
“I’m already doing that,” he teases, pressing lulling, tender kisses to the underside of my breast.
“No,” I say, continuing to writhe against him. “Kiss me on my mouth, and take off my underwear,” I say, digging my heels into the mattress as the need formorefights to take over.
“There she is,” Milo says, lifting off me to go to his knees between my legs. “There’s my bossy girl. I was hoping she’d be here soon.”
“Shut up,” I whisper, then lift off the pillow to see him. Immediately, I’mhitwith it. His beauty, unmatched by anyone or anything I’ve ever seen. He’s so gorgeous it creates an ache in my chest and in the pit of my stomach. I want to take a photo of him, in my bed. Just so, one day, I can point to it and saylook who was here.
“Remember whatever thought is causingthatlook on your face when I ask you to keep your eyes on me later,” Milo says, lifting my legs and pushing them closed next to his hip as his knees move to press into my ass. He runs sturdy hands all over my thighs while bending himself over them. I fold in half, my knees to the left side of my chest, as his lips come close to mine. “Think about how much you like looking at me, when your eyes are fighting to stay open,” he whispers before pressing his lips against mine.
I moan into his mouth, then gasp as his teeth press into my bottom lip and twist as he changes the angle of our kiss. “Fuck, your little sounds, Prue,” he whispers, before sliding his tongue against mine. “They’re so…nice.”
He works me up to the point of madness with his kisses and teasing remarks and wandering hands. I begin writhing underneath him, entirely trapped in this position and unable to rub my thighs together or build friction the way I sodesperatelyneed it.
“Please,” I beg, between heady kisses. “Please, I need more,” I whisper.
“You’ve got it,” he tells me, brushing his lips against mine. “All you had to do was ask, beautiful,” he says, kissing me deeply before sitting up and placing his hands on my hips. His fingers hook into my underwear, and I nod for him as he hesitates, his eyes finding mine for permission.
Then, he slides them all the way down my legs until they’re nothing but bunched-up black fabric in his fist. I expect him totoss them across the room toward the rest of our clothes, but he doesn’t. Instead, he brings them to his nose and inhales loudly, as if exaggerating to make me laugh.
I can’t help but giggle, shocked and turned on but, mostly, surprised as he breathes them inagain.
“You can laugh all you want,” he says, pushing my legs apart so I’m bared to him, “but the only reason these aren’t about to become my fucking chew toy is because you asked me to kiss you when I touch you.” He presses his hand against my lower belly, his thumb hovering over top of my clit as his eyes hold on the view between my legs. “Jesus, you’re so wet already.” He swallows, his lips forming a frown. “Fuck, Prue, can I have a quick taste?” Pathetic eyes flick up to mine briefly before returning to where his thumb rests. “Justonetaste…If you don’t like it, I’ll stop.”
“Will I…” I gasp as his thumb presses down, the featherlight touch pinning me to the bed. “Will I like it?”
His face tilts up, a devilish smirk soliciting all sorts of unholy thoughts. “You willloveit, Prue. Fuck, if you’rehalfas responsive as you are when my mouth is on your tits, I think it’ll become your new favorite thing.”
“And if…”
“Tap my head twice and I’ll stop.” He licks his lips. “And, we never have to try it again, if that’s what you want.”
“I can’t just tell you?” I ask. “Why do I have to tap you?”
“Because I’m hoping,”he says, nibbling at the side of my knee, “your thighs will be covering my ears.”
With a deep breath in, and one last glance at thatdesperateplea in his eyes, I nod. “Okay, yeah.”
