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Milo pulled off her bathrobe with a casual swiftness that left her speechless.
“Uh…” she stammered, not sure how to react to being stripped nude for the second time in one night.
“Relax,” he said, delivering a hot, brief kiss to her petulant mouth. “I just want to warm you up.”
He pulled off his tux then, exposing that hard-muscled body she had explored so reverently in the penthouse on her last test. For the first time, she could feast her eyes on all of Milo’s splendor at once, from his sexy smile to his athletic torso to his long, stiffening cock. The effect was mouthwatering, like a statue brought to life. As she reached for him, he clasped her hand and led her into the bathroom.
He lit a candle, and then turned on the spigots inside a spacious steam shower. “First things first. You’re chilled to the bone.”
He turned off the bathroom lights and led her into the shower. As the single candle flame flickered against the dark, Chelsea gazed up into Milo’s beautiful face. The play of light and shadow on his bone structure only emphasized the sculpted height of his cheekbones and the shape of his lips. “You’re the most beautiful man I’ve ever seen,” she told him.
He kissed her slowly. “Happy Valentine’s Day,” he whispered.
“Happy Valentine’s Day.”
The hot water cascaded over her stiff, chilled muscles like a luxurious dream. Chelsea closed her eyes, allowing herself to melt back into the magic of Milo’s hands as he thoroughly kneaded every aching part of her. Never had she felt so safe or taken care of with a man. He rubbed shampoo in her hair, cleaning it carefully to avoid tangling its length, then massaged an apricot-scented shower gel into her skin. As he knelt down in front of her to stroke the gel into her legs, her deep contentment veered unexpectedly into arousal. Through half-closed eyes she watched him kneel before her like a servant supplicating a queen or goddess. That was one game they hadn’t played as strangers—but she wouldn’t mind playing it tonight.
She lifted one foot onto a shower ledge, opening her thighs before him. His brown eyes lifted to her pussy, then ro
se questioningly to her face. She smiled down at him.
Without breaking her gaze, he extended his tongue and ran it up her sex, from the beginning of her tender slit to the top of her clit. He paused with a torturous delay that made her grit her teeth.
“Please,” she whispered at last.
At that one word, his tongue danced over her sex like a flame. Agile and deft, his mouth teased her slick opening with rapid thrusts of his tongue before swimming up to suck her clit between his lips. As his mouth tugged gently on her most sensitive nerves, a new gush of arousal flooded her pussy. Chelsea leaned back against the blue tiles of his shower and moaned, shamelessly thrusting her pussy into his face. She caressed his hair, now wet and matted, as his tongue flicked against her like a hummingbird’s.
“Inside,” she whispered tightly.
He spread her tender lips and slid two fingers inside her, wiggling them back and forth in a replay of their first night at the bar. At the memory of that first anonymous encounter and the fever he had incited in her, she felt her excitement crest anew. “Don’t stop,” she moaned. She pressed his head harder against her as his tongue and fingers alternated strokes. “Oh God…”
Milo slid onto his back, then pulled her down on top of him so that she straddled his face. In this position, his tongue thrust deep inside her, resuming his fingers’ role as they slowly rubbed her clit. Chelsea moaned again, grinding against his mouth. The shower pounded down on them both, plastering her hair over her face so that she felt wild and out of control. Primitive with desire, she rocked back and forth on his mouth. A thunderous heat swelled in her blood, filling her pussy like electric light. She opened her eyes and saw his candlelit face beneath her, that mysteriously perfect face she had waited so long to see, now openly worshipping her with his mouth. Her orgasm cracked through her like a whip. Violent spasms of lust washed through her as she came and came on his mouth.
She slumped to the side, pushing her long wet mane from her face. Wet heat consumed her body now and not merely from the steamy shower. She cleared her throat, trying to think.
Milo struggled up into a sitting position. His hair was as drenched as hers, his beautiful mouth swollen where she had ridden it. He only leaned past her to turn off the water. He extended a hand to her. “Come.”
He wrapped her in a fluffy blue towel and led her to his living room sofa. She watched contentedly as he lit more candles around the room, then retrieved two glasses and a bottle of wine from the kitchen.
“To Cupid, who works in mysterious ways,” he said, toasting her.
“To Cupid.” She sipped her wine before leaning in to kiss him again. After the obstacles of masks and blindfolds and mysteries for the last month, she didn’t think she would ever tire of kissing him or running her fingers along his beautiful cheekbones. At last she had the full freedom to touch him in any way she pleased and she intended to make full use of it. His mouth met hers with tender desire. Lightly he bit her lips, and then kissed her for real, his lips moving over hers with skillful heat. His tongue tasted of wine and the sweetness of her juices.
At last she broke away and drank more wine. She noticed through the windows that the snow was still spiraling down from the bright February night sky, as if to blanket the earth with a fresh start. This was no longer a snowfall, but a blizzard.
“Looks pretty bad out there,” Milo said. “You might wind up trapped here.”
“And without a thing to wear.” She flashed him by opening her towel.
He flung the towel to the floor and pulled her into his arms, his erect cock pushing between her legs. “I’ll get you back to the dorm somehow tomorrow. How are you going to tell your roommate we met?”
The silky pressure of his erection was making it hard to think. “The campus bar… It’s the truth.”
“Oh. I thought we met in the library.”
They laughed. Milo sheathed himself in a condom and pulled her legs around his hips, positioning his cock at the soft wet entrance of her sex. She leaned her forehead against his, staring deeply into his eyes as he slowly drove deep into her pussy.
“I love you,” he whispered. “I’m sorry I couldn’t tell you before.”
