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After everything, I’m not really sure what to make of it. Other than that scorching kiss this morning, he’s been sweet but distant. Not that I can blame him after last night. I was a hot mess. I cringe.
“I do know that. You’re a good friend to me, Milo. I’m ashamed to say that I wouldn’t have thought you would be. But obviously I’m a terrible judge of character. The man I thought would always be there for me, left without a backward glance. And the guy I thought I hated, well, he’s turned out to be the one I can count on.”
He’s still watching me with that intense gaze, then his eyes lower to my lips. “You deserve a man who’ll do those things, Mya. Isn’t that what I promised to show you?”
My mouth goes dry. “You promised to teach me a lot of things. But I’m not really sure I got the lesson the first time.”
His eyes heat at my words. “Is that right? Maybe you need some reinforcement? Another lesson. Or two? Hell, I still feel like I need to get you to three or four. Multiples should be a given.” Then he picks me up and carries me back down the hall toward the bedroom.
Oh my.
I gulp when Milo places me gently on his massive king-sized bed amidst the jumbled bed linen. Holy mother. Suddenly things are happening so fast and Milo is looking at me strangely, with a tender expression that makes me wish this was more than just two people with a killer case of lust. It makes me wish I was the woman he loved.
“If you’ve changed your mind I won’t hold it against you. I don’t want to do anything you don’t want to do.” Milo peers down at me, his eyes narrowed with concern, obviously interpreting my silence as second thoughts.
I trail my fingers over the hard muscles of his chest, counting the freckles scattered across his collarbone. I lean over to press a kiss against the taut skin of his lower belly and he gasps, the sound loud in the quiet room.
“I haven’t changed my mind. Have you?” I yank the sweatshirt I borrowed over my head.
He locks his hand in my hair and tugs firmly until I look up at him. “Sometimes I think you have no idea just what you do to me.”
Before I have the chance to process his words, his mouth is on mine, hot and insistent. He keeps the contact even as he stretches out on the bed beside me, as if unwilling to separate for even that short length of time. He kisses the same way he does everything, with intensity. His hands skim over my curves, before they stop on my ass.
He makes his way down my neck, gently sucking the soft skin where my throat meets my collarbone as he rotates his hips in a slow, grinding rhythm.
My hands slip over the damp skin of his back as I rock my hips to help him hit just the right spot.
“Milo, please. Please help me.”
I push at the waistband of his boxers, trying to force the material over his hips. Milo sits back just long enough to take them off. His cock stands away from his body, long and thick, the head so engorged with blood it looks red.
My pussy clenches remembering the last time I was stretched full of that. Damn.
He reaches for me but I shake my head and push him on his back. His cock bobs between us as if begging for attention. Attention I’m more than happy to provide.
“What’s the matter?” He raises his eyebrows when I hold up a hand to cut him off.
“A view like this requires some reflection.” I lean down until his thick flesh is so close it touches my nose. “I need a moment of silence.” I wrap my hand around his cock and he sucks in a sudden breath.
“By all means, pay your respects.” He watches intently as I brush my lips lightly over the whole length. His skin is soft, like silk over steel. When I reach the mushroom shaped tip, I circle the head with my tongue, reveling in the musky flavor. Sucking his cock factored heavily in my sweaty, forbidden dreams of him. So I close my eyes and do what I’ve been imagining for so long.
Swallow the whole length.
“Holy fuck! Mya, goddamn.” His voice is an awed whisper as he watches me take his cock all the way to the back of my throat.
I take my time, drawing him between my lips slowly, testing his control. His breath falters when I tug lightly at the tip which heightens my own arousal. I love that I can bring him to this state, sweating and groaning until he’s hoarse.
When I hollow my cheeks and suck hard, he barks out a harsh cry and grabs my hair.
“Jesus, woman. The things you can do with that mouth.”
I still with my lips playing over the soft skin of his shaft and look up at him teasingly. He growls in warning, his hands tightening in my hair almost to the point of pain.
“I can’t take any more or things will be over before they start.” He withdraws gently and then leans over and grabs a condom from the nightstand.
Suddenly shy again, I bury my face in the pillow. He brushes my hair back and kisses my forehead, my nose, my cheeks. He continues his erotic journey, his lips skimming over my breastbone and belly. Our eyes meet right before his tongue darts out, lashing my clit. I cry out, unable to hold back.
He takes another taste, a longer, deeper lick I feel clear to my toes. I shudder as he delves deeper, the slight stubble on his face adding another dimension to the sensation.
