“Kash. I need?—”
“I know what you need, Mila.I’mwhat you need,” I finish for her as I pinch one nipple, then the other. Dipping my head, I latch my lips around one and tug it into my mouth. Her hands quickly find my hair, holding me in place but knocking my glasses to the side.
“Oh my God, I’m so sorry, Kash.” She starts to pull back, embarrassment clouding her features, but I stop her. Yanking the glasses off my face, I toss them across the room, not caring where they land.
I could be blindfolded, and I’d still know it was her. I don’t need to see her to touch her.
Returning to her chest, I tug another stiff peak into my mouth, then bite down. Her sharp whimper is music to my ears. After soothing it with strokes of my tongue, I move her core against my cock. I’m leaking pre-cum into my boxers, but I don’t have a single care. My biggest focus is getting my girl off.
“Use me, Sweetheart. Grind yourself on me. Take your pleasure,” I demand, jerking her harder against my lap.
“I can’t.” She shakes her head.
“Yes. Yes, you can.” I smash my lips to hers, urging her to move faster. She’s crying and whimpering into my mouth, and I know I’m going to come soon, but not before she does.Neverbefore her.
“Kash,” she whimpers my name, shuddering against me.
“That’s right, my Mila. Say my name. Come on my lap, Sweet Girl. Show me who owns this beautiful body.”
Grabbing her neck, I force her to look at me as she moves against my body. When I push my hips into hers, she matches mymovements. My dick is pissed he’s not sliding into her yet, but we’ll be there soon.
Slipping a hand into her sweats, I want to cry at how soaked she is. “Is this for me, Mila? Do I do this to you? Look how wet I made you, just sucking on these perfect tits and kissing you.”
“Yes,” she cries. “It’s you, Kash. Please.” The sound of her begging sends me into overdrive.
“Don’t worry. I’ll always take care of you,” I vow as I thrust a finger into her wet heat, pressing the pad of my hand against her. Fuck me, she’s tight. “Ride my hand, Mila.Hard,” I demand. Her chest heaves with each movement shetakes, and as her breasts bounce in my face, I promise myself to fuck them soon. “You’re doing so good, Mila. Let go for me, baby.”
Rubbing my thumb against her clit in quick circles, I feel her start to shake. “That’s right. Be a good girl and come on my hand, Mila. Come on me,” I urge her.
She tries to close her eyes as the pleasure takes over, but that’s not good enough. Moving my hand from her neck, I pinch her nipple, causing her eyes to fly open when she cries out. Her pussy clamps down on my fingers, as her release floods into my hand.
Letting her ride out her orgasm, I smash my lips to hers and swallow all the sounds escaping her mouth. I want them with me. When she drops back down onto my lap and calls out my name, pleasure coils out of my body and I come in my pants.
Holy fuck.My chest is rising and falling as fast as hers. I knew being with Mila would be amazing, but fuck, my fantasies could never have done this justice, and we aren’t even fully naked.
When Mila sits back, I pull my hand from her panties. Raising my hand to my mouth, I slowly lick her juices off each one of my fingers, not breaking eye contact. She tastes so fucking sweet.
Her eyes widen as she watches me, and I decide to ignore the mess in my boxers for a few minutes more. “You’re so fucking beautiful when you come. Like a supernova exploding right in front ofme.” Brushing the hair off her face, I tuck it behind her shoulder and pull her closer to my chest.
She seems nervous, and I won’t have that. Tilting my head, I press soft kisses to her cheek and hairline, then move lower. “Don’t worry, Mila,” I whisper in her ear. “This is just the beginning. There's so much more for us to do.”
Rubbing her back, I feel her soften against me and realize she’s already fallen asleep. Smirking, I kiss her head and stand from the couch, ignoring the movie still playing in the background. When I reach my bedroom, I lay her on my bed and gently pull her sweats down. Removing my shirt and boxers, I quickly dress her in my shirt.
As I grab a fresh pair of boxers, I stop to look at Mila in my bed. Even though my shirt drowns her petite frame, she’s turned to her side, so it’s ridden up. Sure enough, those little panties she wears hug her ass, complete with peeking cheeks.
Unable to ignore the sticky feeling in my boxers any longer, I pad to the bathroom and quickly clean up the mess I made. Looking at my reflection in the mirror, I don’t know the last time I ever felt this happy. This fulfilled. It’s Mila. She’s changed me already. With a quick tug on my hair tie, I let the strands fall loosely and comb my fingers through it. As I tilt my head to the side, a pop of color catches my attention.
When I peer at my reflection and realize what it is, a smirk crosses my face. Talk about luck. I tiptoe out to the living room and snatch my phone. Quickly taking a selfie, I make a mental note to send it to Atty boy soon. He owes me. Grabbing Mila’s phone and charger, I bring them back to my room and plug them in for her. There’s a text from Shawn, her plumber, saying he’ll be starting work on her apartment soon. Quickly deleting it, I set her phone down.
She doesn’t need to worry about the timeline. Mila isn’t going back to that apartment. Looking at my girl, I smile. Her hand is out at her side, reaching across the bed as if searching for me. I gently slide into bed next to my girl, and a sense of peace settles over me when I pull her into my body.
Looping an arm under her neck, I cuddle her from behind and twine my legs with hers. I’m basically pretzeled around her, but I need it. I need her.
Before I drift off to sleep, I kiss her head and say a prayer that this is the start of us. That she’s done fighting me. If she’s not, well, tough—she’s fucked either way. I’ve gotten a taste of sunshine and I’m never giving it up.
“Goodnight, my love. Dream of me.”
Chapter Twenty-Two
