“You’re dripping down my chin,” he growls. “So fucking wet for me. You’re close, aren’t you? I can feel it—your clit swelling against my tongue, your pussy fluttering like it’s begging to come. Tell me how good it feels, baby.”
“So good,” I gasp, my voice cracking into a sob. “So fucking good, Milo. I’m so close—please don’t stop. Make me come. I need it. I needyou.”
He closes his mouth tightly around my clit and sucks harder, his fingers thrusting faster, curling deeper with every stroke. The pleasure builds until it’s white-hot and unstoppable.
“You gonna be a good girl and come for me, Sienna?” He looks up at me with hooded eyes.
I nod frantically, completely at a loss for words.
He presses open-mouthed kisses right above my clit. “Then come for me. Come on my face, pretty girl. Let me taste you.”
His mouth closes around me again as his fingers curl deep inside me, stroking that perfect spot with devastating precision. The pressure builds impossibly fast, coiling tighter in my core until I’m on the edge, trembling.
“Milo—”
“That’s it,” he groans against me. “Don’t hold back, Sienna. I want to feel this pretty pussy come all over my tongue.”
The filthy words, combined with the relentless rhythm, push me over the edge.
I shatter hard.
The orgasm crashes through me like the waterfall itself, powerful and blinding. My back arches off the rock, a raw cry tearing from my throat as my walls clamp around his fingers and my thighs tremble violently around his head.
Milo doesn’t stop pleasuring me—he works me through every pulse, his tongue gentling but never leaving my clit, his fingers slowing but staying deep until the last shudder rolls through me.
When I finally go limp, panting and boneless, he pulls back just enough to meet my gaze, breathing as hard as I am. Mist from the fall sprays him, and he looks so goddamn beautiful.
“Still with me?” he whispers, his voice soft but laced with heat.
I nod weakly, barely able to speak, my body trembling from aftershocks. “Don’t stop…”
His eyes darken again, pupils blown wide with desire.
The waterfall continues to thunder around us.
And I know, with every trembling, shattered part of me, that we’re nowhere near done.
Chapter Twenty-One
Sienna
My orgasmstill rolls through me in slow, shuddering aftershocks as Milo kisses his way back up my body.
His mouth is hot and reverent against my skin, his tongue tracing every inch of my stomach, ribs, and the sensitive underside of my breasts. Each press of his lips sends sparks racing across my skin. My thighs still shake uncontrollably.
I can’t believe this is real.
The man I’ve secretly ached for is now half-naked, worshipping me like I’m the only woman on earth.
When he finally reaches my mouth, the kiss is deep and possessive. I taste myself on his tongue and moan into him, my fingers threading through his wet hair.
His cock presses hard and heavy between us, pulsing against my stomach.
Milo breaks the kiss, resting his forehead against mine, breathing raggedly. “Tell me to stop, Sienna,” he rasps. “Tell me right now, and I’ll stop. We can go back, wait to be rescued, and pretend this never happened. But if we keep going…fuck, baby, I won't be able to hold back.”
I shake my head, eyes locked on his. “I don’t want you to stop. I want you to fuck me, Milo.”
Something wild, relieved, and almost feral flashes across his face.
