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I forget that my hands are tied to the bed frame, and I automatically attempt to reach out and touch him. I want to grab his shoulders, graze my fingers over his chest, explore the fuzz on his chest, give him as much enjoyment as he’s given me. The resistance reminds my reptile brain that my hands can’t go anywhere. So I angle upward, pressing harder against the width of him between my legs. Milo’s midsection is just thick enough that I can’t quite hook my feet behind his back, but I can use my legs to squeeze, to hook him closer, to let him know what I want.
“You need something, baby?”
Again, I blurt something unintelligible; I’m one part raging with the need to touch him and one part lost in the torment.
“Remember the safe word. You can always use it,” he urges softly, presses kisses across my collarbone, up my neck, and then nuzzling me there. This move is so sweet; I would never know he was capable of torture.
“No,” I find myself deciding. “No, keep going.”
Without another word, Milo sits back up and lets me watch as he takes another strawberry and has
me suck off all the chocolate.
“Bite off the end,” he says, low and softly.
This berry he’s chosen for me is much larger and just as sweet as the other.
“A bit more,” he coaxes. “I need more…surface area. Good girl.”
I chew and swallow the strawberry. My mind wanders aimlessly, wondering what he plans to do with the rest of it.
Chapter Nineteen
Milo
I’d planned to tease her with this fruit, coat her lower lips in its juice as I did her mouth just minutes ago. I gaze down at my Cecily, spread wide for me on the bed, the fire crackling, both of us overheated with lust. First, I need an unadulterated taste of her. Then, the teasing.
I spread kisses down the inside of her thigh, easing my way to her soft, wet folds. My thumbs spread her open; a moan escapes me as I see her essence dripping, glistening in the firelight. I cast my gaze over this perfect, sweet, fiery beauty. And I can’t believe she’s mine. Her dark hair is slightly mussed as it’s spread out on the pillows. Her eyes are full of trust. Her lovely face the picture of surrender. My Cecily’s long, curvy limbs are built for pleasure, made to wrap around me and climb me and own me. I intend to let her do just that whenever she desires. Her rounded hips, perfect breasts with their dark pink nipples inspire me like a work of fine art. I’m utterly humbled that she’s letting me do this, letting me have my way with her.
I forget everything I was about to do; forget all about torturing her any further. This is the real thing; this is what I want, what I need.
The first taste of her slicks my tongue with such sweet honey I could die happy.
Her soft moan is so sweet but too quiet. I aim to make her get a little bit louder than that. I find her clit and suck it into my mouth, teasing it with my tongue.
She gasps, “Oh my god!”
Cecily’s thighs tremble; she’s so close. I sink one finger into her heat, massaging her walls while my mouth continues its work on her taut button. Soon, her “oh my gods” grow louder and louder. Her release comes quickly, her lovely cunt flexing around my finger.
“Milo, oh my god!”
“Good girl. Say my name again.”
“Milo,” she breathes.
I share her essence in a searing kiss, showing her that despite my teasing, my torture, I ache to connect with her. Always. I grind against her, the tip of my cock coating itself in her heat as she trembles in her aftershocks. “Feel that? Feel what you do to me?”
My breathless girl laments, “I wanted to come with you at the same time. I’m sorry. I couldn’t control it.”
I can’t have that. I can’t have Cecily thinking she somehow underperforms, or whatever it is she’s thinking about herself.
My slick hand comes up to cup her face. “Look at me. You can come as early and as often as you like. Because believe me, you have way more than that in you.”
She laughs. “Come early, come often?”
“That’s the plan.”
Standing, I pull off my shirt and kick off my jeans and briefs, fully freeing my aching length. The slight relief pulls a groan from my throat.
