He sucks my clit harder for a few blissful seconds, then stops again, kissing the inside of my thigh instead, teeth grazing the sensitive skin. He edges me three more times—bringing me right to the brink with that wicked tongue and those perfect fingers, only to back off until I’m whimpering, thighs shaking, tears of frustration stinging my eyes.
I’m a complete mess with my dress bunched around my waist, thighs trembling violently, my breathing ragged, and pussy throbbing and dripping onto his chin.
“Milo… please,” I whimper, my voice cracking. “Stop teasing me.”
He pulls back slowly, lips and chin slick with my arousal, eyes dark and feral. “Not on my fingers, baby.”
I let out a broken sob of frustration. “Then let me ride your face. Please let me come on your tongue.”
Milo’s eyes flash with heat. He stands quickly, lifts me like I weigh nothing, and settles back onto the couch. I’m shaking withneed as I straddle his chest, then slowly rise until my dripping pussy hovers right over his mouth.
Strong hands grip my thighs hard, pulling me down until I’m fully seated on his face. The moment his hot mouth makes contact, I moan loudly, grinding down instinctively.
His tongue thrusts straight inside me, fucking me deep and hungry. I cry out, hands bracing on the back of the couch as I start rolling my hips, riding his face with shameless desperation.
Milo groans loudly against me, the vibration making my eyes roll back. His hand slides under my dress, finding my breast and pinching my nipple hard while his tongue works my clit in fast, perfect strokes.
“Fuck, Milo—right there, don’t stop!” I pant, riding his face faster, smothering him with my wet heat. My juices coat his tongue, his lips, his chin. The obscene wet sounds fill the room as I grind against him.
He sucks my swollen clit into his mouth and flicks it rapidly while twisting my nipple. The combination is brutal. I’m so close I can practically taste it.
“Yes—fuck, I’m gonna come,” I moan, grinding down desperately. “Oh fuck, Milo, I’m coming!”
I shatter hard, screaming his name as the orgasm crashes through me in violent waves. My thighs squeeze around his head, shaking uncontrollably. He doesn’t stop. He keeps licking and sucking, devouring every drop until I’m trembling with aftershocks, barely able to hold myself up.
When the last tremor finally fades, I collapse forward, gripping the back of the couch, completely spent and gasping for air. My pussy is still twitching, dripping onto his lips.
A few seconds pass before Milo lifts me off his face and pulls me down into his arms, kissing me slowly and deeply so I can taste myself on his tongue.
“Tonight is all about your pleasure, Sienna,” he whispers against my mouth, his voice rough with promise. “And I’m nowhere near done with you yet.”
The dark heat in his words makes my pussy throb again, a fresh wave of need already blooming between my thighs.
Chapter Thirty-Eight
Milo
Sienna’s handsare clutched tight in my shirt, her breath coming in ragged, broken gasps. The sight of her flushed and wrecked does something primal to me.
She’s perfect.
So fucking perfect it hurts.
My cock is straining so hard against my shorts it’s almost unbearable. The material is already damp with beads of my arousal, the head leaking steadily, pulsing with every broken little sound she makes.
I want to sink into her so badly that my hips twitch with need, but I force myself to stay still. Tonight is about her, and only her.
I slide my hands up her thighs, gentle now, soothing her shaking muscles. “Breathe, baby,” I murmur against her skin, pressing soft kisses along her collarbone. “I’ve got you. Just breathe for me.”
She whimpers softly, body still twitching with aftershocks. “Milo… I can’t… I?—”
I cut her off by crashing my mouth into hers. The kiss is hungry, desperate, all teeth and tongue. She breathes heavily against my mouth, her hands exploring my body, fingersfumbling with the buttons of my shirt like she needs to feel my skin immediately.
“Tell me what you want,” I murmur, my voice rough with restraint. My hands glide down to grip hers, holding her still for a moment. “Use your words, baby. I need to hear it.”
“I need to feel you,” she breathes, her voice breaking with raw need. “All of you.”
I groan, kissing her again—deeper, filthier—while my hands roam over her body, pushing her dress higher. “Good girl. That’s exactly what I wanted to hear,” I nip her bottom lip. “I’m going to take you to bed now, okay? And I’m warning you… I’m not about to be gentle with you.”
