Page 91 of Blue Jeans in Low Beams

He licks me from base to clit, flicking the little bundle of nerves so quickly, I barely feel it. Still, it’s enough to know that I need him to do it again. And again.

“What…what about my mouth?” I manage to ask through my lust-filled haze.

“Oh no, don’t use that hot-as-fuck brain against me,” he playfully scolds, repeating his move from a second ago. My body reacts the same as it did, but with even more need—if that’s possible. “Don’t make me punish you.”

I start to open my mouth to tell him not to threaten me with a good time, but his tongue hits my clit and I lose all focus. The world goes dark, nothing but the hummingbird-like flutter of pleasure against the bundle of nerves screaming out Milo’s name filling my brain. I grab ahold of the blanket, needing something to ground me. Something so that I don’t get so lost in whatever this is that I can’t find my way back.

More pleasure courses through me, my climax on a collision course now. I feel like an out-of-control freight train, rushing toward a dead end track, nothing in my way to slow me down or stop me. Just more fire, more pleasure, more…

Oh shit…

Milo reaches up, running his rough, calloused hand along my body until he finds my hand, and interlaces his fingers with mine. His signature move.

I detonate. My orgasm slams into my freight train self, creating an explosion like I’ve never experienced. Stars, planets, and entire solar systems collide, making me dizzy. Every inch of me is on fire, pulsating with need. My entire body goes taut, the hand holding Milo’s clenching for dear life as I scream into the night, the sound so feral I barely recognize my own voice. Wave after wave of white-hot, intense pleasure radiates through me, pushing me over the edge.

And that’s just physically.

Emotionally, I’m long gone. A puddle if there ever was one.

Milo whispers my name, peppering kisses along the insides of my thighs as the aftershocks of my orgasm still pulse through me, making my heartbeat skitter. As if my pulse wasn’t already beating his name, this somehow ups the ante. Stakes the claim even more.

“Milo…”

“Right here, baby.”

He slides up my body, cupping my cheek with his hand, kissing me slowly. Lazily. Like we have all the time in the world. I can taste myself on his lips, and I wonder if any of him still lingers on mine, enjoying the way it all mingles together as we get lost in one another. In a world I want to stay in and never leave.

Silently, Milo reaches behind him, fumbling for something. He breaks our kiss, sitting up and leaning back, so I prop myself up on my elbows, watching him, taking in his beauty. Turning back toward me, he holds up the small foil packet, winking at me as he tears it open.

I can’t take my eyes off him, scanning up and down his glorious chest, thighs, and cock, and as he sheaths himself, shivers of anticipation rush through me. But it’s more than just the thought of how he’s about to be inside me.

Looking at him like this—naked, beautiful, and passionate—I fall even more. Because this is the real him. This Milo isn’t my brother’s best friend. He isn’t the second oldest Hayes child. Or the owner/operator of Southern Brothers Brewing. Or any of the other labels this town has put on him.

No, in this moment, all he is, is the kind, generous, sweet, loving man that I’ve fallen for. And he’s all mine.

“Fuck, you’re beautiful,” he mutters, crawling back to me.

“Funny, I was just thinking that about you.”

“Were you now?”

Kissing me softly, Milo settles himself between my legs. Part of me wants to tell him to hurry up, that I want to feel him inside me now, but another part is enjoying the drawn-out anticipation, knowing that it’s going to make that first moment that much better. Still, when the tip of his dick brushes against my clit, I mewl, unable to help myself.

Fuuuuck…

“You like that?” Milo teases. I nod, unable to speak. He does it again, my hips bucking from the pleasure. “Seems like my girl is ready for me.”

I nod furiously, so ready to beg if necessary. “Please…”

“Good. Because I need you, Bren…” His voice is low, gruff, like a plea whispered before going into battle.

“I'm yours. All yours.”

All of me. If you only knew…

Words aren’t needed at this point, and we both know it.

Milo shifts, positioning himself at my entrance, waiting there for only a heartbeat before sliding inside me. My eyes slam shut, the glorious stretch of him entering me almost too much after all the teasing and anticipation. It’s everything I need and more.