Page 51 of Blue Jeans in Low Beams

“I like when you say it,” I tell him, my voice breathy. Looking up at him, I lick my lips, locking my eyes with his. “I want to be your good girl.”

“Then do it. Be my good girl and come for me.”

He replaces the heel of his hand with his thumb, circling my clit faster than I can think. My orgasm crashes into me like a tidal wave, taking over my system. I lose control, my eyes slamming shut. I have no idea what is going on around me, lost in the ecstasy washing over me, over and over again.

Milo doesn’t give up either. He keeps going, making sure to wring every ounce of orgasm from me. I’ve never felt anything so intense in my life.

Slumping against him, I let him carry the burden of my weight as I come down from the high. His arms around me almost feel as good at what he just did, and I let myself enjoy the moment.

He kisses the top of my head, murmuring something I can’t quite make out. I know I should pull back and ask, but I don’t. I don’t want to lose this feeling.

“How you doin’ there, Bren?” he asks a minute later.

“Better than usual,” I remark, unable to suppress a giggle.

I slowly lean back, Milo’s embrace loosening but not fully letting go. He’s wearing a proud look, as he should be.

“Just when you’d gotten me all cleaned up, you go and get me dirty again.”

A shit-eating grin spreads across his face, his eyes going dark. My gut flutters at the look, my heart soaring.

“Then maybe I should clean up after myself.”

Milo’s hands are on my ass and I’m in the air in an instant. He takes three large steps, depositing me on the bench seat. Dropping down to his knees, he pins me in place with his gaze, his hands running up my legs, over my hips, and stopping at my panties.

“I’d rip these off, but they’d make a better keepsake if left intact.”

Oh, fuuuuck…

I stop breathing.

Milo has sucked out all of the air from the atmosphere and raised the temperature a million degrees in the process. A southern summer has nothing on this man.

Before I can blink, Milo rids me of the garment and spreads my legs. Hot, wet, open-mouth kisses mark the inside of my thighs as he kisses his way up each of them, as if marking me. Leaving his own personal brand. Where no man’s mouth has gone before.

“You have such a pretty pussy, Bren,” he growls. “Your tits aren’t the only thing I’ve fantasized about since I saw you. You have no idea how many times I wished I was that toy.”

I gulp, my heart in my throat. I’m so on edge that it doesn’t matter that I just had quite possibly the best orgasm of my life. I’m ready to come again from nothing but his dirty, dirty words.

“Sherlock.”

“Sherlock,” he repeats, the name so deliciously dirty on his lips. “You named your vibrator.”

I nod, watching as he licks his lips. I’m starting to think that might be his signature move, and I’m here for it. Easily the sexiest thing I have ever seen.

“Then let me put Sherlock to shame.”

He pushes my legs open farther, then Milo’s mouth covers my pussy, licking me from bottom to top. His tongue slides through my wetness, and my mind goes blank.

“Fuck!”

A loud audible bang rings out, and I can’t tell if the fireworks show has started or if that is just Milo rocking my world to the point of audio hallucinations. Either way, I don’t care.

He’s not deterred by my reaction. If anything, it’s fuel to the fire, and he focuses on my clit, his tongue moving at the speed of hummingbird wings against it. Sucking, nibbling, licking… All of his attention is focused exactly where it should be, exactly where I want—need—it with each passing second. He wasn’t kidding when he said I should see what else he can do with his mouth.

Fuck me…

And really, that’s exactly what he does. He doesn’t let up, continuing to tongue fuck me, taking me to new heights, to a level of extreme bliss I never thought possible. And then, he hums.