Page 20 of Dating A Fae
“Milton,” I whine. He knows exactly what he’s doing. I haven’t burned from coming for days, which I’m proud of myself for.
“Patience, love.” He laves at my other nipple, before slowly dropping to his knees. He runs his hands up and down my thighs, hot breath ghosts over my shaft. Which he ignores to lick my balls.
I don’t know what to do with my hands. They fist and relax until Milton draws one to the top of his head. My fingers thread through his soft hair.
“You’re—You’re still wearing clothes,” I pant out. I don’t know why it matters. It’s hot that he’s dressed and I’m not. But I want to see him.
My knees threaten to buckle, and he pushes me against a wall. Why aren’t there chairs in here? He’s still ignoring my cock, and I have to stop myself from begging and whimpering like a puppy. My skin burns where he touches. I need him everywhere and tug his shirt off.
“Don’t stop,” I beg.
Milton finally grazes my cock with his fingertips and my breath freezes in my lungs. Just the softest of touches. Then his wicked tongue licks my head. His mouth takes me in, slowly, and I slide down the wall, unable to hold myself any longer. That tongue of his swirls along my shaft. My legs shake though they no longer hold me.
“Mil-Milton, I’m not gonna last.”
My moans fall past my lips. Gripping his hair, I pull. Not enough to hurt, just enough to bring him off me, and I bend to kiss him. He tastes like me. His lips are slick with saliva. Pupils blown so wide I can’t even see the brown of his eyes any more.
“Heck,” I whisper. “Clothes. Off. Please and thank you.”
It doesn’t take Milton long to shed every layer. His cock leaks, dripping to the floor. We’ll have to remember to clean up after ourselves.
“Can I?” My eyes dart to his dick, then his face and back.
He swallows and fists his shaft. “Yeah.”
Milton sits against the wall and I settle between his spread thighs. I don’t know if he’ll fit in my mouth, but I’m going to damn well try.
I tamp down my anxiety as much as possible, hoping I don’t burn.
I need Milton.
Tentatively, I lick the pre-cum from his tip. My eyes flutter closed, and I lick along this shaft. He tastes so good. And holy hell the sounds he makes. He’s watching me intently as I explore his shaft. Examine every inch of cock and balls before I venture to take his head in my mouth. I take what I can, mouth stretching. It’s not as much as I thought it’d be, but I overestimate my ability and choke. Laughing, I pull off with a pop.
“Slow, love. Take it slow.”
But I’ve gone slow my entire life, too afraid to do whatIwant. Always doing what was expected of me and letting my fears take over.
I do take him slow, though, adjusting before I try for more. Milton pants above me.
“Would you want to try frotting?” he asks.
I blink up at him and nod.
Milton pats his thighs. “Sit here.”
I oblige, crawling into his lap and straddling him. When he fists our shafts together I lean into him and moan against his throat. I grip his shoulders, needing the feeling to keep me grounded. Determined not to burn, I focus on all the sensations. His strong thighs beneath me. His breath against my shoulder.
My balls draw up, electricity shimmies up my spine. “Milton.”
Moaning, I paint his hand and stomach with my cum. He’s not far behind, shouting his release adding to my mess.
I didn’t burn.
A smile spreads over my face and I smother kisses along Milton’s throat and jaw before I flop off him. I watch as he licks a finger. His eyes shutter closed. I steal his hand and lick a drop of our combined release from his palm.
Fuck.
I lap at the cum until his hand is clean. “I want to do that again.” I hide my face in his shoulder. “I don’t know what I’ve been so scared of. You won’t hurt me.”
