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“Beautiful.”
I don’t even have it in me to blush when he smooths his hands up the inside of my thighs and runs his thumbs over the sensitive skin at the top of them.
My hips lift of their own accord, and his mouth curves into a smirk before he crawls back up my body, braces his fists either side of my head and kisses me long and slow. His tongue teasing mine, his chest brushing over my skin, his cock pushing into me in shallow thrusts hindered by his shorts. I clench and moan. Muscles pulsing with the need for more. With the need to be filled with him.
“You’re wearing too many clothes.” I try to push his shorts down with my feet, managing to get the waistband over his ass before he shifts out of reach, dips his head, and sucks just below my ear.
“Not yet.” The skin of his torso drags deliciously over my sex as he moves lower still. He molds my breasts, his mouth devouring them with a hunger that slicks down my spine, puddling at the base of it. He licks down the middle of my abs, grips my waist and pushes me further up the sofa, patience gone, carefulness be damned.
And then his tongue. Oh my god, his tongue. Whose tongue can even do that? Deep thrusts, flat licks, swirls, and even deeper thrusts. A moan gets caught in my throat. I push against his mouth, eyes rolling, liquid heat rushing my skull, my thigh muscles spasming, clamping around his head. And then he flips us. Just slips his hands under my ass and hauls us around so he’s beneath me, and I’m—well, I’m sitting on his face, disorientated, staring down my body in shock.
His steely gaze pins me. He wasn’t messing around when he said he wanted me to fuck his tongue. My mouth opens, then closes. I’ve never… well, I have, just… not like this.
He thrusts his tongue deep, and I swear it touches places no tongue has ever touched before. My mouth stays open, my pussy pulsing, and clenching around him. Holy shit. Okay. We’re doing this. I lean back and plant my hands on his chest behind me before I fall. My cheeks heat, but it’s not with embarrassment. Okay a little bit of embarrassment—I’m literally sitting on his face. It doesn’t last long though. His hands on my ass urge me to move, his groan and the heat in his stare challenging me. Goading me. Daring me.
So, I do. And it’s the hottest, dirtiest, most decadent thing I’ve ever done. And it’s with Mylo.
I circle. He growls, his nose rubbing my clit like his face was made for this—made for me, even the scratch of his beard on my ass is… oh God. I circle again. And then again. And ohhhhhh yep, I do it again. My mind blanks. Abs tighten. A climax starts to build from the tips of my toes. I jerk forward, grab the back of the sofa, and chase it, the circling of my hips turning to thrusts. I’m fucking his tongue—I’m fucking Mylo’s tongue. I had no idea it would—hewould—I had no idea…
The ripples intensify. My thighs shake, muscles contracting until my whole body starts to spasm. I’m not exaggerating. My. Whole. Body. I rock and moan and… holy hell it’s—I’m coming. Hard. Explosive. All consuming. I’m panting and shaking and throbbing and… fucking, fuuuuuuuuuck...
He grunts deep and rough but doesn’t stop until my body gives, and I flop forward bonelessly, my head resting on my forearm, my hand still clutching the back of the sofa.
I barely register him moving until I’m curled in his lap, wrapped in his arms, the thumping of his heart vibrating against my cheek.
“I think.” My eyes droop. “You didn’t… we can, just… give me a second… don’t go anywhere…”
“Okay.” His deep chuckle makes me smile, and my eyes close.
A smile still on my face, I sigh deeply and stretch my arms above my head, back arching, the throw I’ve been covered with slipping from my nakedness. He orgasmed me out. I’ve never been orgasmed out before.
“Mylo?” I blink against the dim, orangey light from the window and pull myself up, glancing around the living room. My papers are still spread over the table, my laptop open, screen black. Mylo’s six-pack of beer is on the table by the door, but no Mylo.
No Mylo.
Coldness seeps past my post-orgasm warmth, and my smile falls. My throat closes. He left. Again. I rub my forehead and click my tongue of my teeth. It shouldn’t surprise me.
“You’re awake.”
I twist on the sofa, my heart kicking up, my mouth going dry. Mylo—shirtless, hair down Mylo coming back from the bathroom. He didn’t leave. I open my mouth, a smile stretching over my face. “You’re here.”
His brows raise as he moves towards me, his easy smile firing a rush of relief over me.“You’re surprised?”
“Well, you’re not exactly known for sticking around when it comes to me.” I rest my chin on my folded arms on the back of the sofa when he hunkers down, bringing his face level with mine.
“I told you, I’m done fighting this” He smooths his hands over my biceps, up the sides of my neck, then tilts my head back and kisses me so slowly, so thoroughly my eyes stay closed even after he pulls back. “I’ll be here for as long as you want me to be.”
I lick my lips. Peel my eyes open. “Keep kissing me like that, and I’ll never let you leave.”
His expression sobers, his gaze moving over my face, forehead creased, lips parted. “I hope so.”
“You hope so?” My frown is instant. “Have you met you, Mylo?”
“Once or twice.” He shakes his head and smiles a little baby smile. It’s completely at odds with the easiness of his kiss. The effortless way he just threw me around and blew my ever-loving mind.
I lean over and cup his face, his beard a soft scratch against my palms. “Well, I have, many times. And even at your grumpiest and even when I really, really wanted to, I didn’t stop wanting you around.” My kiss is gentle. A simple press of my mouth against his, my head still spinning over the fact we’ve finally got to this point, my tummy knotted in the best kind of knots. He touches the seam of my lips with his tongue, then pushes past them to tickle the very tip of my tongue, and I can’t even remember my name, never mind what we were talking about. The only thing rolling around in there is the thought that I got mine, but he definitely did not get his. An unfairness I intend to rectify.Right. I tilt my head and deepen the kiss.Now. I graze my teeth over his bottom lip.
And then the alarm I set on my laptop pings. I pause mid-kiss, my eyes popping open. “My table.”
