He switches sides, giving the other nipple the same attention until I’m writhing against him, shamelessly grinding against the hard length pressing between my thighs.
“Milo…”
His head lifts slightly, eyes dark and hooded as he looks up at me. “Tell me what you want, Sienna,” he says, his voice rough with restraint. “Use your words like the good girl you are.”
Just hearing him call me a “good girl” has me whimpering.
“I want your mouth,” I breathe, barely recognizing my own voice. “Lower, please.”
He doesn’t make me beg twice.
But he doesn’t rush either.
Milo takes his time, dropping to his knees in front of me as he slides my bikini bottoms down my legs with agonizing slowness. His fingers graze my skin as he peels the wet fabric away and tosses it aside. I’m completely naked now, my back pressed against the smooth rock he’s somehow guided me to.
The contrast between the cool stone and the heat of his gaze makes me shiver.
He stays on his knees before me, looking up as if I’m something sacred and sinful all at once. His hands glide up the backs of my thighs, gripping gently.
“Hold on to the ledge,” he murmurs, pressing a soft kiss to my knee. “I don’t want you to slip and hurt yourself.”
I blindly reach behind me and grip the rocky edge, my heart racing as he hooks one of my legs over his shoulder, opening me to him.
He presses open-mouthed kisses along my inner thigh, teasing, tasting, and driving me wild with anticipation. I whimper as my hips twitch helplessly toward his mouth.
Milo lets out a low chuckle against me, the deep vibration traveling straight to my core. “Patience, baby,” he murmurs, his voice rough and thick with lust. “I’ve waited too long for this. I’m going to taste every inch of you first. I want to memorize exactly how you tremble for me.”
He presses feather-light kisses along my thighs, inching closer to where I need him, yet always avoiding the spot that aches most. His warm breath ghosts over my soaked folds, making me clench around nothing.
I’m shaking. Hips jerking forward, chasing his mouth, but he gently pins me with one strong hand on my hip, keeping me open for him.
“Look at you,” he growls, his voice muffled against my skin. “Already dripping down your thigh. Your clit is so swollen… You want me to lick it, don’t you? Want me to suck on it until you’re screaming my name.”
“Yes,” I gasp, my fingers gripping the rock ledge so tightly that my knuckles ache. “Milo, please…”
He lets out a shaky breath against my core, clearly fighting his own restraint. When his tongue finally drags slowly over my clit, my head falls back against the rock with a broken moan.
Milo doesn’t rush but explores me with long, deliberate strokes—circling, licking, and gently sucking until my hips rock against his mouth.
“Fuck. You taste so good, baby.” He groans against me, the vibration drawing another whimper from my throat.
His tongue circles my clit without touching it directly—teasing the hood, the sensitive sides—then dips lower, pushing inside me with deep, languid strokes while his nose brushes against my swollen clit.
The dual sensation is maddening.
“You’re clenching so hard around my tongue,” he murmurs, pulling back just enough to look up at me through wet lashes.“You love this, don’t you? My tongue fucking your pretty pussy while this waterfall drowns out every moan.”
“Y-yes,” I whimper, my voice cracking. “Don’t stop. Please don’t stop.”
He chuckles darkly against my skin. “Oh, Sienna, baby, I’m not stopping until you come on my face. Until this tight pussy pulses around my fingers and my tongue. Until you’re shaking so hard you forget your own name. Understood?”
The only response I can offer in return is a broken whimper.
Finally, he focuses on my clit with the flat of his tongue, swirling in slow, perfect circles before gently sucking. My eyes roll back. My hips jerk hard, and a broken sob escapes my throat. He groans in response, the vibrations shooting pleasure through every nerve.
One of his hands grips my ass, holding me steady. The other slides up my thigh. Two fingers tease my entrance before sliding inside me. He curls them firmly against that perfect spot and holds them there as his tongue keeps working my clit in devastating rhythm.
The pleasure is so overwhelming and building so quickly that it almost scares me.
