Page 31 of Milo
“You’re sure?”
I nod and guide his hand to me. “Please.” His touch is bliss. My eyes flutter back, and I rock into his hand. No one else has touched me like this. My first time was with a guy that just wanted to pound into me and as much as I thought I’d prepped enough, I hadn’t. “Don’t stop.”
“Wouldn’t dream of it.” His hand pumps me slow and we continue to kiss and caress each other.
“Wait. Can I?” I drop my eyes down. “Can I touch you?”
He kisses me again as he adjusts, yanking off his belt and pulling his pants off with his underwear. I roll off him and take in his cock. My mouth waters and I reach for him slowly. He’s well endowed and I’m not sure how it’d all fit in my ass, but I’m willing to try it for him. Not tonight, though. Tonight is for slow exploration.
I drop to my knees and he spreads his legs for him. Hair covers his glorious, thick thighs. I smother kisses over his thighs, taking my time before I reach his cock.
“You don’t have to?—”
I hold up a hand. “I’m tasting you tonight, unless you don’t want it.”
“I want it.” He wipes his face with a hand and leans back. “I want to taste you. Every inch of your body. I want to see every tattoo on your skin. Want to know every story behind them. I want you.”
My heart flutters at the admission. I circle his cock and aim it to my mouth. I watch him as I slowly take him into my mouth. He’s bitter and salty all at once and so delicious. I take in more before I gag. I don’t mean to take too much, but I need him. I need to explore every vein, every moan that escapes his lips.
“Fuck. If you keep doing that, tonight’s going to end quickly.” He pulls me back to his lap and licks at my jaw. “Are you sure that’s your first time sucking cock?”
I nod. “I’ve watched a lot of porn, too.”
He snorts and swats my bottom gently. “That’s not a good place to learn anything about sex.”
“That’s what I’ve heard, but apparently my observation skills are directly linked to my ability to suck your dick.” I grin and he squeezes me closer.
“Brat.”
“Only sometimes.” I give him a few more strokes before he tugs the rest of my pajamas off me. I’m standing in all my naked glory and he’s taking me all in. Every tattooed inch of me and he’s not flinching or turning away in disgust.
“You’re a work of art.” He traces one of the tats on my hip. I can’t see which one, they all sort of blend together, but I don’t care. Every tat is a piece of me. Slowly, I turn so he can see the extent of the coverage.
“I kept my face pretty.”
“All of you is pretty, Milo.” He pulls me back into his lap. “One day I’m going to examine every inch until I’ve catalogued them all in my mind.”
“That’s the sexist thing anyone has ever said to me. And I plan to do the same in return.” I cling to his shoulders and thrust against him.
“Fuck, sweetheart. For someone with little experience, you sure know what you’re doing.”
“Porn.”
He snorts.
“Lots and lots of porn.”
Clay circles us in his big hands, pressing our cocks together and I moan as I pick up the pace. “Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Don’t stop.
Clay pants in my ear and it takes everything in me not to let out all the sounds pent up inside me.
“Sweetheart,” he whispers. “I wanna hear you.”
I gasp and suck in more air when he rubs his free thumb across my nipple. The flood gates open and I moan and sigh. Everything builds and builds.
“Clay!” I can’t get anything else out before cum shoots across his stomach. I paint our hands with cum as he continues to stroke us through my orgasm. My breath comes harsh and heavy. I keep thrusting despite becoming oversensitive.
“Fuck,” Clay stutters and he adds to the mess. He lifts his hand, and I lick at it tentatively before he slurps up most of our mixed cum. “Come here, sweetheart.”
