“You sure?” he asks.
“Yes,” I pant.
He closes the distance, his mouth settling at my centre, his lips sealing around my clit as he sucks.
“I could get lost in you for days,” he murmurs between licks.
His tongue teases and works at me until my breath goes ragged. My hands dive into his hair, holding him exactly where I want him.
“Damn it,” I whisper.
He runs his fingers through my slickness. “Let me know if it’s too much,” he says, never slowing his mouth.
“No… keep going,” I pant. “I need more.”
Two fingers slide inside me as his mouth doesn’t relent.
“Fuck,” he mutters. “So tight. How the fuck are you so damn tight.”
My body tightens around him, the sensation overwhelming. I let go of his hair, my fingers moving to my nipples as I pinch them hard. He works me relentlessly, pumping his fingers in and out while his mouth never stops, not easing for a moment, and I know he feels how close I am.
“Come for me, gorgeous,” he murmurs. “Now.”
The release hits me hard and I cry out, unable to hold it back. He doesn’t slow, lapping at me through it.
When I finally come back to myself, I manage to lift my head and look at him.
He looks up from between my thighs, his lips wet with my release, his eyes dark with satisfaction and possession.
“I’m not done with you,” he says.
“I’d be disappointed if you were,” I reply.
I stay exactly where I am, refusing to allow the spectre of my past to intrude and spoil it.
For once, I don’t flinch or retreat.
It is time I take some measure of control back over my own life.
Long overdue.
He pulls me on top of him and I straddle his lap, my bare pussy pressed against his hard cock beneath his boxers.
“I want you to sit on my face.”
I laugh. “You won’t be able to breathe.”
“Exactly,” he says, winking.
I do just that.
He doesn’t stop.
Five orgasms later, I am empty, shaking, and completely spent.
Chapter 37
Milo
