Page 136 of Mila: The Godfather

Feel his tongue doing dirty things to me.

His tongue is wicked and marvelous and absolutely skilled. He licks across my center and sucks my clit between his lips, where his teeth, tongue, and lips do crazy things I never dreamed were possible.

When the sensation becomes too much, I hold onto his forearms at the same time as he sticks finger inside me.

I read somewhere that some women feel discomfort when a digit is inserted, and yes, it feels weird, but it doesn’t hurt. “Fuck, this pretty pussy is tight.” He mumbles between licks. His fingers are doing crazy things to my vagina as his lips do wonderfully wicked things to my clit, and I feel the intense need from before but stronger. Then his blue eyes meet mine.

I don’t know if it’s his mouth on me, his fingers inside of me, or the look he is giving me that makes me go over the edge.

I come apart, breaking as I thread my fingers into his hair and hold him close to me, riding this wave of ecstasy that I’ve never felt before. He doesn’t let up as my wits shatter, but his licks, tugs, and pulls grow softer as my orgasm eases. I shiver and quake as he brings me back down. I lie back and close my eyes.

I can’t believe I just let him do that. And now I’m embarrassed.

Riagan eases the edge of my panties, covering me up softly and tenderly, and then he presses a kiss against the fabric. The heat of his breath sets off an aftershock, and my body rocks one last time. God.

Riagan crawls up my body, careful not to squish me, until he’s up by my mouth. “That was the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever seen.” My face fills with heat.

He leans back and kisses me. It’s long and hard, and I can taste myself on his tongue. “Thank you,” he says.

I should be thanking him if I could get my tongue to work. “For what?”

“For trusting me. For giving yourself to me and for letting me taste that pretty pussy.” He takes my lips in his tenderly before pulling back and grinning. “And you taste the same, baby. Sweet, like cherries.”

My cheeks redden when I realize what he means, but then my embarrassment slips away fast when he releases me with the intention of sleeping next to me. Just sleeping. No sex.

I don’t know what happens and what comes over me, but I don’t overthink and take charge by grabbing his neck and pulling him closer until our lips touch.

I realized that I was going to have to make the first move.

He was slowly killing me inside.

Then, a thought creeps in. An unwanted thought, but one that’s been bugging and slowly making me doubt myself. He’s all man and much older. Of course, he is used to doing more than just a few kisses and going to bed with an erection. I am not that naive. I noticed his reaction to giving me oral sex. It turned him on, but he chose not to take it further.

I turn my head, feeling my heart start to hammer. “Riagan, are you sure that I’m what you want? I’m not like other women. I have no expe—” I stop right there, not wanting to bring his past and other women between us. His past has no room here.

He growls and pulls my earlobe into his mouth to bite it gently.

My hand moves up his chest and I press it against his heart. It was hammering. “I’m sorry if it seems like I’m insecure. I am not. It’s just that, at times, it’s hard to believe that you—-” he cuts me off by grabbing the back of my neck in his grim grip. Not gentle but not painful either. Just… right.

“I don’t want anyone else. You’re it for me.” Then he slowly brings my face to his and licks my lips. Yeah, that’s right. “The fact that I’m the first man and the last one that’ll get to be inside your pretty virgin pussy has me rock-fucking-hard baby.” He licks my lips before pressing his tongue inside of my mouth.

Opening my mouth for him, I press farther into his body, feeling his steel hard erection. He wants me.

This man really wants me, and it’s obvious with his erection pinned between us. I did that to him.

Me.

Ordinary Mila.

I sit up, feeling my shirt fall back into place.

My nipples pebbled, and though I knew he couldn’t see them, I smiled anyway, remembering the expression on his face the day he saw my naked chest. The same one he is wearing now.

I’m getting good at recognizing his emotions and all his expressions.

It’s easy with him.

Desire.

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