Lightning shocked my system at the glide of his tongue that was so needed it almost hurt. My hands grabbed the back of his head, holding him against me as he circled around my clit.
His one hand splayed across my ass cheek, fingers curling into the soft flesh, like he knew he needed to hold onto me just before his tongue finally made contact with where I needed it most.
My thighs shook hard enough that I thought I might fall over the back of the couch.
But the shock of sensation gave way to a steadily building pressure that let me stabilize my stance even as flames licked through every inch of me.
Milo’s hand slipped between us, two fingers sliding inside me. A long, low moan escaped me at the stretch, at the fullness that hinted at what I wanted but didn’t quite deliver.
But then he was thrusting, turning, stroking, engaging my G-spot even as his tongue kept the slow, measured pace on my clit.
My chest felt tight; my heartbeat was too fast.
That coil tightened in my core.
A strangled cry escaped me as he pushed me to that precipice.
But then he groaned against me, like my pleasure was ending him as well.
And that was what I needed.
The pleasure tore through me. Hot, bright, searing.
My cries rolled through the suite as the pleasure flicked higher and higher before slowly becoming embers.
My thighs wobbled, and I slipped, falling back down half on Milo and half at his side.
My hand had landed high on his thigh.
Then, when our gazes met, I let it drift upward.
His breath caught as I traced the rigid line of him through his pants, the thin material leaving very little to the imagination.
My palm circled the tip of him, making his hips jerk upward and a quiet curse slip from between his lips.
Emboldened by his reaction (and possibly motivated by my own curiosity) my hand moved upward, slid under his waistband, and freed his hard length.
A shudder rocked his body as my hand closed around him and stroked.
His gaze was molten on mine, and I became immediately obsessed with the way his eyes went half-closed as my hand slid, then closed completely when I traced my thumb over the tip of him.
My own desire roared back to life just from watching the way need and pleasure danced across his handsome face.
I stroked him for another moment or two as my core ached, as I became painfully aware of the emptiness inside me.
I wasn’t thinking clearly as I moved over him again, straddled his waist, held him at the base and lowered down.
My heated gaze was on his as I pressed against him, as I felt the thick tip of him nudge me open.
We both tensed, gasped.
Then the sound of the phone ringing had us both jolting hard. Me, enough to fall off to his side, my heart hammering against my ribs.
“The food,” Milo explained, voice breathless.
I was about to say screw the food, to climb back on his lap and finish what we started.
But just then, there was a hard rap at the room door.
