“Yes, soveryhard to get.” I lean back, allowing him more room as he swirls his tongue around my pulse point.
“Good thing I like to work for it.” When he tugs on the sheet this time, I let him take it away. He tosses it onto the floor next to my bed.
“Good thing,” I say, feeling the cool morning air greet my breasts. “I do have alonglist of items left to check off….”
Milo pulls me down in the bed until I’m flat on my back, then presses tender kisses to the marks he’s left on my breasts. “Oh, yeah? What’s next on my girl’s to-do list?”
I struggle against him at first, twisting my hips and pushing on him as he laughs at me. But, eventually, Milo gives in and lets me roll him onto his back. I straddle him, feeling the sensitive flesh of my inner thigh brush against the waistband of his sweatpants. “I thought we could starthere,” I say, grinding down on him.
“You’re not too sore?” he asks gently, his gaze drifting back and forth between my eyes, hips, and tits as his hands hold on to my waist.
“No,” I answer, notentirelytruthfully. “But that’s probably because we did it only once.”
Milo’s smirk grows wider, his expression lighting with excitement. “Is that a challenge I hear, Killer?”
I bite my lip, letting it go with aflickas Milo traces the shape of my mouth with hooded eyes. “Maybe,” I whisper coyly.
“Because if youwantme to fuck you so hard you’ll feel me inside of you well into next week, I will.” He drops his hands lower,reaching to grab my ass. His fingertips dig into my skin as his eyes burn into mine. “Just say the word.”
I giggle, matching his unwavering stare and smirking back at him. Brushing my hand over the morning scruff lining his jaw, I stop to drag my thumb across his bottom lip. “Word.”
Thirty minutes later, I’ve ridden out the last remnants of my second orgasm and am starting to wonder how much longer I can last. Honestly, I didn’t know being on top would be such a workout.
“What…about…you?” I ask between panting breaths, fighting to keep my eyes open as one singular bead of sweat makes its way down the center of my back. “What do you need? What can I do?”
Milo grunts, lifting his hips so I fall forward, my tits pressing into his chest. “Just this,” he says, burying his fingers into my hips, dragging me against him so I take him deeper. “God, onlyeverthis. You’re a natural, Killer.”
“I had a good teacher,” I tease as I move one hand to his face. Milo hooks two of my fingers into his mouth and moans as he sucks them. “Tell me what to do,” I whisper, rocking myself against him. “I want to be…” I let the vulnerable thought die on my tongue, but Milo seems to hear it anyway.I want to be the best you’ve ever had.
“This is perfect,” he tells me adamantly. “Youare perfect.”
I learn then that it’s easier to believe kind truths under the darkness of night, when sprawled out and chasing release. In the light of the day, when naked and visible and the urge to hide away is so much stronger, I struggle to trust him. Milo has had so many lovers. Most, I’d bet, far more experienced than me.
How many of them has he loved? Why did I never ask before it would be too revealing?
“Hold still,” he says, firm hands stopping my hips from moving. “What’s happening here? Why do you look so sad?”
“I’m not,” I say, turning my face away. He immediately grabs my chin and turns my face back to him. “I’m just in my head, a bit.”
“Tell me,” he demands. “Tell me so I can fix it.”
“I’m thinking about…the others.”
“Ominous,” he teases gently. “Theothersmeaning”—he tilts his head curiously, his eyes searching mine—“the other people I’ve had sex with?”
“Yes,” I answer, then sigh deeply. I shake my head before pressing the side of my face against Milo’s bare chest. “I’m wondering how I measure up,” I confess. “Which I know is silly and Iknowwe’re just—”
“I need you to stop there,” he says, his hand firmly on the back of my head, lost inside my tendrils of curls. “First and foremost,we,you and I, are notjustanything.” He grabs hold of my hair and pulls me closer so we’re face-to-face. “And, more than that, Prue, I’m—” He sighs, long and heavy. “I was telling the truth when I said I’d never done anything but casual.” My heart drops into my stomach like an anvil onto a shallow ocean’s floor. “But this…thisis entirely new for me too. I’m feelingeverythingyou’re feeling, guaranteed. Probably more.”
“But—” I don’t even know what I was going to argue before Milo puts an end to it.
“I amhere,” he interrupts, lifting his hips so I feel himeverywhere.“My thoughts are with you and only you. Only here.” He brushes the backs of his fingers down the side of my arm. “Be here with me now, Prue. It’s just us. I only want us.”
I nod silently, rocking into him. We hold eye contact as I sit up, tense my thighs around his hips, and begin riding him once more. The intensity palpable, our fingers intertwining to hold tightly as I watch myself bring him to the edge, nothing spoken between us but whispered moans and ragged, mumbled praise. Idon’t leave his presence for a second, looking into his eyes andfeelinghis focus held on me.
“Tell me,” he says, the muscles in his shoulders, neck, and jaw tensing as he speaks. “Tell me what you feel like again,” he pleads through gritted teeth.
“Yours,” I whisper.
