He turns me slowly, his fingers brushing down my spine as he lowers the zipper. The fabric falls to the ground with a soft whoosh as the cool night air kisses my flushed skin. Without a second thought, I unhook my strapless bra and let it fall, then slide my thong down my legs and step out of the pile of bluechiffon, completely naked now, my heart hammering twice as hard as before.
Milo’s breath catches audibly as his gaze drags over every inch of me—slow, reverent, and burning. “Fuck, Sienna…”
Then he strips just as fast, shedding the rest of his clothes until he’s naked before me too. All hard lines, golden skin, and that thick, heavy cock already half-hard, the piercings glinting in the moonlight. The sight makes my mouth water.
We step into the hot tub together, the warm water enveloping us as bubbles tease our skin. I sink onto the bench, the jets massaging my back. Milo sits beside me, then pulls me straight onto his lap until I’m straddling him. My breasts brush his chest, and my core presses against his length. The contact sends sparks through me.
For a long moment, we just look at each other. Then Milo’s hands settle on my hips beneath the water, his thumbs tracing soothing circles. His eyes are soft yet intense, as if he’s seeing every hidden part of me.
“You’re so beautiful,” he murmurs, his voice low and rough around the edges.
“You’ve been saying that a lot tonight…”
“Because it’s true,” he replies, his hand reaching up to tuck a stray curl behind my ear. “Every time I look at you, you somehow get more beautiful.”
My cheeks heat. I lean in, pressing closer until my nipples brush his chest. “Do you remember our first night in the hot tub?”
He nods, eyes searching mine. “I do...”
“Well…” I trace my fingers along the planes of his chest, feeling his heartbeat thunder beneath my palm. “My brain has finally caught up.”
It takes him half a second to understand what I’m saying. Then his eyes go molten, and he crashes his mouth into mine.
The kiss is hungry and desperate, as if he’s been holding back forever. His hands glide up my back, pulling me closer until there’s nothing between us but warm water and heat. I moan into his mouth, threading my fingers through his hair and tug gently. He groans at the contact, the sound rolling through me like thunder.
I can feel every inch of him—the hard length of his cock trapped between us, the cool metal of his piercings brushing my skin. The way his body trembles slightly beneath my touch. My mind is spinning, spiraling, desperate for his touch.
This man has cracked me open in ways I never expected, and I cannot control myself around him.
Kissing him harder, I slide my tongue against his and grind down, gasping as the cool metal of his piercing drags over my clit. His hands are all over me—cupping my ass, sliding up my ribs, thumbs brushing the undersides of my breasts like he’s memorizing every inch of me. When he finally cups one fully, rolling my nipple between his fingers with perfect pressure, I arch into him with a broken whimper.
“You’re so sensitive tonight,” he murmurs against my lips, smiling softly, his eyes full of hunger. “I love it. I loveyoulike this.”
I hum in agreement and kiss him more deeply, pouring everything I feel into it.
He breaks the kiss and trails his mouth down my neck, sucking lightly before closing his lips around my nipple. The wet heat of his tongue makes me cry out. Then two thick fingers push inside me, curling perfectly against that spot that always undoes me.
“Milo…” I rock against his hand, chasing the pleasure as my fingers thread through his hair.
He switches sides, lavishing the same devoted attention on my other breast—sucking it into his mouth, tongue flicking andswirling around the sensitive peak while his fingers thrust slowly and deeply. Then his thumb slowly finds my clit, circling with devastating gentleness.
“Please,” I whimper, blindly reaching down to grip his wrist, needing him closer, deeper. “I’m so close.”
“You’re so tight,” he whispers reverently against my skin, his voice thick with emotion. “So fucking beautiful. I can feel how badly you need this, baby. How much you’ve been wanting me… I’ve been right there with you.” His lips brush my nipple as he speaks. “You’re going to come so hard for me, aren’t you? Let me feel it.”
“Y-yes,” I moan, trembling. “Don’t… please, don’t stop.”
He doesn’t. He keeps thrusting, curling in a steady, perfect rhythm until the pleasure coils impossibly tight. The water splashes warmly around us as I shatter, thighs shaking, his name tearing from my lips in a broken moan.
Milo works me through every pulsing wave, kissing me softly and murmuring praise and love against my skin as I come down in his arms.
I’m still panting when I slide off his lap and settle between his spread thighs. His cock is hard, flushed, and jutting. Even now, he looks at me like I’m the most beautiful thing in the world.
“My turn,” I whisper, looking up at him through my lashes, my hand resting lightly on his thigh.
His fingers thread gently through my hair, his thumb stroking my cheek. “Sienna… you don’t have to, baby. I just want to take care of you.”
I don’t answer in words, and that gives him all the answers he needs.
