“Please what?” She continues tugging my cock in tight, quick movements. “Do you want me to move faster? Or do you want it slower?” She loosens her grip, gently sliding her hand now. “What do you want, Kash?”Fucking tease.
“I want you,” I reply honestly. It’s all I want.She’sall I want.
“You have me,” she whispers, pressing a kiss to my chest before smiling at me. “Don’t worry, Casanova, I know what you need.” She smirks, lowering herself to her knees.
Looking at her on her knees at my feet makes me feel like a king. I’m going to embarrass myself.
“Mila...” My words trail off and I hiss when she runs the tip of her tongue up the side of my cock, tracing the veins.
“Shh. Enjoy, Husband,” she says before swallowing my cock whole. My knees buckle, and I almost come on the spot. Holy fuck. Her mouth is so warm, and her tongue cradles my dick like it’s something precious.
I grab her head as she bobs up and down my length, tilting it so the water doesn’t rush over her face. Her lips look so perfect stretched around my cock. God, I love her. Moving my hips back and forth, I start to thrust into her mouth.
“Tap my thigh if you need to stop. You can’t say brownies right now.”
Mila laughs, sending vibrations up my dick, and tingles cut across my spine. Tensing my stomach muscles, I stave off the orgasm I know is coming too quickly.
“Mila. Fuck, you’re so good,” I praise her. “You take me so well down that pretty little throat, don’t you?”
She mumbles a response, wracking my body with tremors.
“You like your mouth being full of my dick, don’t you?”
She nods her head then scrapes her teeth along the tip. Hissing, I grab her hair and tug her head back. “Keep that up, and I’ll edge you until you’re crying.”
Her eyes light up at my words, and she swallows around my length as it slides in and out of her mouth. I can feel the tingle at the base of my spine, and my legs start to shake. “I’m going to come, Mila, and you’re going to drink every bit of it down, aren’t you?”
Moaning around my cock, she moves her hand and plays with my balls, tugging gently on them. “Mila.” I shout her name, rocking myhips, seeking pleasure only she can give. Holding onto my thighs, she digs her nails into my flesh, and it sets me off. Ropes of cum shoot down her throat, and she doesn’t miss a single drop. She swallows every bit, then smiles at me.
Stroking her cheek, I slide out of her mouth, my chest heaving with each breath I try to catch. “Fuck, Mila.”
Coming back to reality, the water has started to turn cold, and my release didn’t make its mark, but instead is washing down the drain. I want the real thing so bad. It’s not just about getting off; it’s about being with Mila. I need that intimacy with her more than anything.
Quickly rinsing off, I grab a towel and shiver as I dry my body. She seems to have made peace with my tattoo, and I know she’s been trying to figure out how I’m up before her. I’ve always been a light sleeper, but I know Mila sets her alarms early, so I set mine an hour earlier. Making her breakfast and taking her lunch is the least I can do to make sure she’s taken care of.
The more I do things for Mila, the more it brings me peace. It gives me a purpose. I didn’t realize I was missing one until her. Sure, I have the shop and the guys, but Mila is so much more. She’s my future.
Grabbing a fresh pair of boxers, I pull my hair back and swap out my contacts for glasses. She seems to like me better in those anyway.
I don’t have to go into the shop today, and I have a few hours until Mila gets home, so I head out to the kitchen in search of food. Between the workout with Seth, and the workout I just gave myself, I’m starving.
I can’t eat Mila just yet, so I guess I’ll have to settle for a sandwich. Walking out to the kitchen, I’m shocked to find Mila standing there.
I watch as her expression finds mine, and I take in her flushed face. “Are you okay? Do you feel sick?” I place my hand on her forehead, testing its warmth.
Pushing my hand to the side, Mila steps back. “Nope. I’m fine. Completely fine. Everything is good,” she ramblesquickly.
“Are you sure?”
“Yep. I just need a minute.” She rushes past me, slamming her bedroom door.
Just as I’m getting ready to chase after her, something occurs to me. My bedroom door was open, and so was the one to the bathroom. A goofy grin splits my face, and I suddenly get why she ran to her room.
She heard me.
“If you want a hand, just let me know!” I shout down the hall.
Listening for a response, I’m only mildly disappointed when there isn’t one. I decide to wait her out, so I grab bread from the cabinet, then fixings from the fridge, and set out making myself a sandwich.
