Page 14 of Isolation
Cool air hits my nipple. I think my breasts are exposed. Soon enough, there is something wet on it, moving my sensitive nipple around.
I am focused yet lost. Every sensation on my skin is amazing. Every touch is heightened. Each kiss, each bite, each swipe of presumably a tongue is going deeper than it’s meant to go.
These touches are nothing but a lump of receptors sending off euphoric signals to my brain. My toes are curling, and my head is knocking back on its own.
It’s an unbearable feeling.
Slowly, my eyes flutter open to see a hazy figure in front of me. I catch a flight of dark brown hair sucking on my nipple.
My shorts are slowly peeled down. I can’t take it anymore. As I squirm to rush the movements, two hands grip my hips to halt my movements.
“No, baby. I have to be careful with your leg.”
I don’t understand this conversation. What leg? I have no leg. I have no body. I am just a concept floating around. Yet, I feel my lower body being slightly lifted.
I look down, and it finally clicks.
My leg is elevated on a pillow, with a compressor around it. Milo is slowly peeling my shorts down to my compressor. He takes my left leg out of my shorts, leaving it hanging around my right leg.
My eyes widen as my vision sharpens. Something is wrong. Something is off. I know this feeling. I have experienced it before.
I think I am high.
I am definitely high.
I am very high.
I am high, but I am not dreaming. This is happening.
“We can’t,” I mumble.
My voice is barely audible.
What the hell is going on?
I don’t know how this is happening. I try pushing his shoulders, but my limp hands have no effect.
I am motionless. There is nothing I can do except watch him do whatever he wants.
I watch as Milo lifts one of my legs, he stretches out between my thighs, and slips his tongue inside me. It has the same effect as it always does.
Mind-numbing. Thought erasing. Euphoric.
More euphoric than ever before.
I am about to formulate more words when I feel myself slipping away. I watch him use two fingers to run a line between my folds before going back to sucking my clit.
Everything slows down. It’s like a slow-motion movie. My body wants to move. My hips want to buck forward to chase more friction, to increase the speed.
He is working me torturously slow. As he continues to run his tongue and slip inside, I shudder.
I am a mess. Numb yet sensitized. There are no thoughts other than the thought of the slow friction I am chasing. My body starts to shatter.
I come so slowly that it feels never-ending.
I haven’t finished coming down from this elation when I feel Milo pushing inside me. I’d know that feeling,the feel of him, anywhere. High or not.
“Fuck,” Milo pants and lifts my non-injured leg to settle into the empty space. His eyes are radiating as his shallow breaths fan my cheek.
