“Toss me that pillow,” he says, pointing to the pink throw pillow next to my shoulder. I do as told, holding it out to him. He immediately sits up, lifts my hips up off the bed, then places the rectangular pillow underneath my lower back.
“Relax for me, Prue,” he says, hands gripping my thighs and massaging as he drops his head between them. “Good,” he tells me when I let them fall. I relax against the pillows behind my shoulders but lift my neck so I can see him press kisses against my inner thigh. It’s driving memad.
“I’m ready,” I tell him, when he starts to kiss his way back up toward my knee. “You don’t have to keep—”
“Thank you for telling me.” Milo, once again, buries a smile against my skin. “I’m proud of you for saying what you want.” His tongue follows his lazy, slow, tortuous path back to the crease where my thigh meets my vulva. He bites into the flesh there, darkened eyes flicking up to my face. Then, after one last glance, he places his tongue wherenoone else ever has.
“Holy—” I say, fisting the duvet underneath me as my body fights not to convulse.
He releases my clit from between his lips with a wet pop, smirking as he tilts up to speak. “Easy, Killer. I’m just getting started.”
Every nerve ending, everyfuckingcell in my body, is reacting to his touch. The scrape of his facial hair, the feel of his nose pressing into me, the sensation of his lips on such delicate, soft, sensitive skin, and the flick of his tongue. The way his throaty, deep laugh vibrates against me when I begin hiccupping with uncontrollable pleasure.
“Fuck!” I squeak out, squeezing his head between my thighs. I see what he meant about not being able to hear now, I’ll be surprised if I’m not bruising him.
Milo grabs hold of my legs, just below my knees, and forces them apart, before coming up for a breath. “Need me to stop?”
“No!”
He chuckles, sliding one finger down my slit to rest at my entrance. “Can I?” He applies a small amount of pressure, eyes heldon mine and awaiting consent. His mustache is reflecting light, now wet. It’s me, on him. It’s lewd and indecent and by far the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever seen. And to top it all off, he keeps licking his upper lip as if he can’t resist getting another taste.
“Yes,” I say, near whining. “But your—”
“My mouth too, I know.” He licks his smiling lips, his chest rising on a deep breath. “Greedy girl.”
“Am I?” I ask, panting and breathless but weary all the same. “Should I not—”
“You’re beingperfect,” he says, tilting forward so his eyes canstareinto mine. “You’re doing so well for me.” He slides his finger into me, up to the first knuckle. “More?” he asks, and I nod eagerly. I watch him study my expression carefully as he moves deeper into me, curving his fingertip to lay flat against my inner wall.
Once his finger is fully inside, I feel myself flex around him as I adjust to the feeling.
He moans, his dark eyes rolling to the back of his head. “Fuck, Prue, you’resogoddamn tight.”
I lift onto my elbows, sitting up so I can have a better view. “And is that…is that a good thing?”
“Yes, Prue. I’m imagining—” He stops himself, biting his lip. “Can I tell you?”
I nod desperately.
“I’m imagining how good it’s going to feel to have my cock in here instead.” He flicks his finger, tapping against me and sending a flash of lightning up my spine. “The way you’re squeezing my finger is letting me know how much fun it’ll be to get you ready to take all of me.” He drops down, folding his tongue around my clit as he continues to tap against my inner wall. “Fuck, I cannotwaitfor that,” he whispers against me, his breaths unsteady.
“Whoa.” I shudder, falling flat against the pillows. “Whoa, whoa, wh—”
Milo lifts away slightly. “Too much?”
“No! I mean, yes, but keep going,” I say, straining as I try to keep my body relaxed under him.
“Good girl, fight through it,” he praises against my needy flesh. “Are you ready?”
I answer by digging the heel of my foot into the space between his shoulder blades. He laughs again, soliciting another gasp and moan from me as it reverberates over sensitive skin. Then, his tongue begins flicking at a new, rapid pace over my clit. A speed and pattern I’ve tried to achieve with my fingers but couldn’t quite get right.
I shriek, arching off the bed, as I grow lightheaded and explode like a crossette firework against a night sky—breaking into dozens of pieces, all equally burning bright and falling apart around him. A high-pitched series of breathless moans fall out of me as Milo hooks his arms over my belly and keeps me pinned to the mattress. I orgasm in a way I’d never imagined possible, feeling my whole body give way to a sensation I’d always thought was a tame, enjoyable,niceexperience before now.
And when I come to, when the sensation cools to a dull, aching reminder, Milo is still between my legs, his fingertips digging into my thighs as he licks me from entrance to clitoverandoveras if trying to clean up any evidence of such a life-altering event.
“Milo,” I say, lifting my forearm from my eyes so I can blink back to focus. Milo mumbles against me, his soothing, warm tongue pressing into my sensitive entrance. “That was…”
“Nice?” he asks, one brow rising as he tilts up to face me.
