He kisses me roughly this time.
His mouth crashes down on mine, his tongue sweeping in desperately, claiming me with deep, demanding strokes. I moan into the kiss. He groans in response, the sound vibrating through my chest.
When he finally pulls back just enough to breathe, his lips are swollen, eyes glassy with lust. He rests his forehead against mine, panting.
“You have no idea how much you’ve teased me over the last few days,” he whispers roughly. “How badly I’ve wanted you.”
I tug him back down for another searing kiss, whispering against his mouth, “Then stop talking and fuck me already.”
A low, guttural groan erupts from his throat.
He rises to his full height, his eyes never leaving mine as he hooks his thumbs into his shorts and shoves them down. His cock springs free—thick, long, and flushed pink. The curved metal at the tip catches the light.
My mouth goes completely dry, and my pussy clenches hard at the sight.
He notices the way I’m staring and slowly smirks, wrapping a hand around the thick base to stroke himself once, then twice. “Like what you see, baby?”
I can’t stop looking at it.
“You have a piercing…” My eyes widen as I spot a second barbell near the base. “Two! You havetwopiercings.”
Milo steps between my spread thighs, crowding me as he still slowly strokes himself. I stare, practically salivating.
“Prince Albert,” he says, his voice rough with lust. “Got it years ago.” His thumb brushes over the curved barbell at the tip that’s already glistening. “This one at the base is newer. I’ve beenfantasizing about how it would grind against your clit while I’m buried deep inside you.”
Lord fucking help me.
I shiver hard, a full-body tremble that leaves me weak. I never expected Milo to be such a filthy talker, butGod, it’s working. I’m aching, empty, and dripping for him.
He lowers himself over me, one hand braced beside me, the other still lazily stroking himself between us.
“Condom,” he says, jaw tight as if it physically pains him. “I don’t have one. I wasn’t exactly planning to finally fuck the woman I’ve been obsessed with while stranded in the jungle.”
I cup his face in both hands and pull him close, our lips nearly touching. “I’m on birth control,” I whisper. “Have been for years. I’ve always been careful—never not used condoms. I’m clean.”
He exhales shakily, forehead dropping to mine. His cock twitches hard between our bodies. “I’m clean too. Never gone bare before. Not once,” his voice drops lower. “Fuck, Sienna. You have no idea what you’re offering me.”
We stare at each other, breathing hard as the waterfall roars around us. The moment feels heavy and important, as if we’re standing on the edge of a cliff, ready to take the leap.
Then I say the words that feel like jumping off that cliff with him.
“I want you bare,” I whisper, my voice trembling with need. “I want to feelallof you.”
His eyes blaze with heat. “Fuck, Sienna. You’re going to kill me.”
A playful smile tugs at my lips. “Can you fuck me before you die, though? I feel like we’re wasting valuable dick-in-vagina time.”
Milo lets out a dark chuckle, then kisses me hard, deep, and consuming. At the same time, the blunt, pierced head ofhis cock nudges against my entrance, its cool metal kissing my overheated flesh.
I whimper into his mouth, hips rolling instinctively, trying to pull him inside me.
He pulls back and looks at me, one hand gripping my hip hard, the other braced beside my head. “Tell me if it’s too much. I’m not small, Sienna. I need you to talk to me the whole time. Promise me.”
“I promise,” I pant, trembling with need. “Please, Milo. I need you inside me right now.”
He pushes in slowly. The blunt, pierced head stretches me open, and my nails dig into his shoulders.
“One,” he rasps against my mouth, his eyes locked on mine. “Count with me, Sienna. Count every inch as I split this tight pussy open.”
