Page 14 of Dating A Fae
Slowly, I slide both hands down. It takes too much concentration to focus and let myself go to pay attention to every reaction Milton gives me.
His eyes flutter closed, and his hand is wrapped around my waist, squeezing me closer. He leaks pre-cum, and I want to taste it. I’ve tasted my cum, but what will he taste like?
Milton spreads his thick thighs, letting one leg dangle over the side of the bed. He’s amazing. I stare at him in all his naked glory.
“Johnny?” Milton peeks at me with one eye. “We can stop if you—”
“No. No. I.” Overwhelmed might be an understatement.
Milton wraps his hand around mine, but doesn’t force my hand to move. I squeeze, pulling a moan from him. Then together we stroke.
The pace picks up.
“I—I’m close,” he pants.
Fuck, so am I.
Milton’s brows scrunch together. His hips thrust, the grip on my side tightens, and cum coats our fists. Warm. So warm.
It’s too much. I burst into light as I come. How ridiculous!
Milton flops to his back and flings an arm over his eyes. “That was amazing, Johnny.” His chest moves rapidly with his breathing. “You’re much brighter this time. I can’t open my eyes.” There’s a pretty smile on his face.
I’m not sure why I burn brighter.
Milton lifts his arm and squints at me. “But fuck you’re beautiful.”
I hover above the bed, waiting to calm. I lost the blissful intensity of my orgasm as soon as I shifted. The look of desire on Milton’s face as his hips pumped into our hands sent me over the edge untouched.
I’ve never done that before, nor have I burned as I come before which is concerning to say the least.
When I shift back, my body bounces softly on the bed. It’s much faster than last time, which I’m grateful for. Words don’t want to come, instead I press my lips to Milton’s for yet another kiss. I could kiss him all day and be happy.
My burning cleaned any cum from my body, but Milton’s a mess.
“I’ll be right back,” I say and hurry to his bathroom to find a washrag.
The water heats. My hair is a chaotic mess, that damned cowlick points straight to the sky. I don’t bother with fixing it. Instead, I wet and wring out the washcloth.
Milton’s right where I left him, sprawled out and dazed. I crawl back on the bed to clean the cum from his stomach and spent cock while he watches.
“That’s very sweet of you.” He pulls the rag from my hand and chucks it towards the bathroom. “Thank you.”
His kiss is so tender against the corner of my mouth. I sink into the bed next to him, laying my head on his chest and throwing my arm around his soft waist. He squeezes my elbow.
There’s nowhere else I want to be, and in moments we’re both asleep.
Chapter 8
Milton
I wake before Johnny. He’s so peaceful in sleep.
To say I’m surprised about what happened before the nap would be an understatement. I hadn’t expected Johnny to take charge like that. I hadn’t expected to come by his hand on our first date. No complaints. Johnny is constantly surprising me.
I slide from the bed, making sure not to jostle him too much. I have a commitment to keep.
Not bothering to dress, I pad to my office in the spare bedroom. I like to keep business away from my home life, hence a separate room. It’s mostly empty with only a desk and work chair. I like my books in the living room where I see them often, so the one bookshelf I do have has few books.
