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Milo looks at me in shock as I keep sucking him off harder.
“Baby, what are-- oh fuck.”
Milo punches down on the mattress with one hand, while his grip on my hair gets tighter with the other.
It’s like taking a shot, don’t think too much about it and it just goes right down. Thank God nothing drips out of my mouth. I never thought that was a sexy look.
“Shit,” Milo is still looking at me in shock like he can’t believe I just did that. “Come here.”
He grabs my face and starts kissing me feverishly. Within a second my underwear is off as Milo pushes me onto the mattress. He swooshes down, and I feel two strong hands lifting my thighs up. Before I can reposition properly, I feel his wet tongue in my folds.
Milo has already figured out how to make me come. He paid close attention to my reactions the first couple times, and now he has the lyrics to my pussy memorized. My blood heats up, and I can hear my ears ringing. I start to tremble as he laps around and flicks my nub. Pressing his tongue hard against me, he grinds his tongue onto my clit, leaving no room for air. Just the way I like it. It takes a few minutes for me to arch my back as I feel him building me.
“Fuck. Oh my God. Ah!” I come hard but grab onto his hair so I can keep grinding and riding his tongue, not ready to let the orgasm end.
I hear Milo say something but can’t figure out where the sound is coming from. In my satiated mind, I can’t focus.
“Raven?” I feel a grip on my chin, as my face is moved back. I see Milo’s emerald eyes on mine, almost blinding me with their shine. His eyes are gorgeous. It's such an unique color.
Milo chuckles. “I love seeing you, post-orgasm. You are so cute. Completely out of it and sprawled out.” He presses a kiss on my lips, and I feel him rubbing his dick against my sex. He is hard again. Very hard.
He told me last night how incredible he feels when we are joined together. Like we are connected as one. And that’s what I need today. I need to feel connected to someone who cares about me like I am part of them.
I grab on to his neck as Milo inserts himself in me. I hug him tight, needing the intimacy and contact. Milo goes deep, as he holds on to my hips. Milo finds his own climax within minutes.
Afterward, we lie side by side.
“Rave,” Milo brushes his thumb over my lips. “Isn't it time that we talk about it?”
Talk about what?
Oh God!
I knew he wouldn't drop it. I have never missed dance classes before. How can he possibly act like my parent while he is holding me naked?
Yes, those classes are very expensive. I shouldn't have skipped class. But I don’t want to talk about the reason I skipped - my parents. So, I keep my eyes closed, trying to suspend reality for as long as possible.
“Rave,” Milo tries again. I tune him out, pretending to be asleep. I hear Milo sigh. He knows I am not sleeping, but he knows I don't want to talk either.
I feel him kissing my cheek and pulling me to him, as we call it a night.
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Raven
Reid and I clean up the table after dinner, as Milo boxes the leftovers. It was a Friday night family dinner. We had a huge feast with way too many leftovers. Mia did her chores in record time and is already back in her room, talking to her friends, or whatever thirteen-year-olds do.
“When do you wanna leave for Janeen's party?” Reid quirks an eyebrow at me.
“Party at Janeen’s? Are her parents home?” Milo responds for me, knowing full well what the answer is. Slight annoyance nags at me. Reid narrows his eyes as well but doesn’t respond.
“It’s for Janeen’s birthday. She throws a September blowout every year,” I offer, hoping Milo doesn’t make a thing out of this and taint Reid’s good mood.
Milo doesn’t say anything. He looks like he is biting back a comment or trying to come up with a reason.
“It’s true. We go every year,” Reid taps his phone, presumably texting our clique of friends. “I am gonna go take a quick shower and change. We can leave right after.”
As soon as Reid is out of earshot, Milo turns to me. “How late do you think you guys will be?”
