Page 84 of Isolation
“Hey, you,” he says with that usual air of nonchalance.
How is he always so poised and together? Nothing affects him while I am a nervous blubbering idiot half the time we are together. I wish I could act like him.
Milo leans in to deepen his kiss, and I moan as he licks across my bottom lip. My heartbeat picks up. My mouth parts to give him more access, and my hands land on his abdomen to explore his body.
Milo grabs my hand, his eyes darkening.I almost whine. It drives me crazy nowadays if I can’t touch him.
“I know what you are thinking,” he says in a low growl.
“You should,” I reply mildly. “I am making it pretty obvious.”
Milo’s eyelids droop slightly. His gaze lands on my mouth, then trails down my body. “Touch yourself again, baby,” he says hoarsely. “I want to see what you learned yesterday.”
I’d say that I am a lazy-fuck at best with other men. I am not one for dirty talk or experimenting. But the things I have always been willing to do with Milo shocks me, including what I say next.
"Do it with me.” I grab his hand and guide both of our fingers between my legs and under my shorts.
Milo groans like he is about to lose his shit. His hand presses my fingertips on my sex. He doesn’t make a move after that. Instead, he watches my body language. I relax, trying to give him the green light.
Milo suddenly slides one of my fingers inside me. Then he slides his own blunt middle finger along with mine. I yelp from the sudden shock and nearly come right then and there.
One of his fingers, along with one of mine, is inside me as we pump together in the same rhythm. Our fingers are dripping from my arousal.
It’s a simple act, but it feels like the most erotic and intimate thing we have done together.
“Fuck, Milo,” I bite down on my bottom lip.
As if sensing my heart palpitation and my manic need, Milo quickly sits up on the edge of the bed and pulls me to his lap.I know he is about to take charge.We both pull our fingers out as he peels my shorts down and spreads my legs apart.
My eyes close in anticipation. His hand fists my hair, gripping it tightly. His other hand slides between my inner thighs.He slips a finger inside me again, making me gasp.
“You are always so fucking tight,” he says roughly.
I shift my hips so I can grab his hard erection through his boxers. I stroke him, but I am barely able to keep my eyes open. Luckily, Milo’s already throbbing.
I moan as he slides another finger inside me. Every time he retreats, he swirls his fingers around my clit, working me slowly.I am lost. All of my senses are fixated on his touch.
I feel his cum land on my hand and his low groan in my earright as I clench. When he growls, “You’re mine,” I also let go with a scream.
Shaking in his arms, I come down from the orgasm. Milo cleans us up with a Kleenex, and my head somehow hits his pillow.
He gently pulls my shorts up before covering my face with kisses. I lie with the biggest grin on my face.
I wonder how I must look to him as he stares down at me, eyes closed, satiated, with a stupid smile plastered on my face.
There is a whisper in my ear,“Rave?”
“Hmm?”
“Did you stay up all night again?”
I keep doing that. I really shouldn’t. Milo hates my sleep schedule or when I pinch to wake myself up, but he never points it out.
Not to mention, the dark circles under my eyes are not cute and very much being looked down upon by Theressa dearest.
Some days I am so fucking delusional from lack of sleep that I can’t tell if I am dreaming or if it’s really happening. It’s embarrassing, but I have literally ran into doors from my haze.
“Raven, you can’t keep taking Ambien just to sleep for an hour or two. You know how dangerous they are.”
