Love, Milo

I’ve never wanted something— someone so badly.

That they’ve completely overtaken my body, heart, soul, and whatever sentimental pieces of me are left to confiscate, because the truth is, I don’t even feel like myself with his lips on my neck and his hands running down my body, like I’m the hottest woman he’s ever encountered. If he’s not touching me for more than a hot second, I’d materialize and dissipate just like I do in his fantasies, just like he does in mine.

Milo locks the front door behind us without looking, the click followed by our kisses filling the living room.

‘Raelynn,’ His lips brush against mine as he pants. I open my eyes, wanting his lips back, wanting the feeling— one that feels so foreign now— back instantly.

I raise my toes to try to reach his lips, but his height fights against me. He takes my jaw in his hand, clicking his tongue so that a soft sound seeps out his mouth. My swollen lips squish together with his gentle pinch.

He smirks and I stare at the curve of his mouth. ‘Eager, hm?’

I nod, and his hand drops from my checks, down my neck, and softly wraps around the base of my neck as his forehead dips down and presses against mine.

A rush of heat falls over me, my body being pinned to the front door. His lips touch my ear.

‘You never leave my mind. You know that, right, princess?’ The British seductive accent that might never stop turning me on drips off of that damn nickname, slithering its way between my legs.

Nodding, I squeeze my thighs together to find relief, but the softness of his fingers finds the back of my left thigh, raising it high beside his hips as he presses his hardness against the thin material of my dress.

‘Speak, Raelynn. I need to know you want me as badly as I want you right now. I need to know you’re okay.’

He kisses my neck. I melt, the only thing holding me up being his hands around my body and the spaghetti legs under me.

Speak? I can’t even think straight, let alone form words and pass them up my cardboard throat.

My eyes struggle to stay open as he sucks on my skin underneath my ear.

He isn’t helping his cause; my back arches off the door and closes whatever space has resonated between Milo and my body, leaving only the thin material of our clothes keeping us apart.

I nod, and he shakes his head, laughing. ‘Words, darling. I want to hear your pretty voice.’ He leans his head up and cups my cheek, his other hand squeezing my bare thigh so close to the center of my legs that I nearly lose it.

I swallow, ‘I’m okay.’ I manage to let out. ‘I’m more than okay, Milo.’ A silence follows my words as I think of the next ones, hard and long. ‘I trust you.’ It’s barely audible, the three words, but I know he’s heard them. The way his eyes widen with a new desire proves it to me.

A new shade of gray covers his eyes, intoxicating me like staring into the sky right before a rainstorm. Intimidating, stern, but dangerously exciting, I can practically see myself running in the rain, soaked and high off euphoria.

‘You do?’ He questions with a crooked smile.

I answer him with a nod. ‘I do.’

His hand on my face drops down to my other thigh, and he lifts it as well, sliding his arm around my waist and pulling me off the door.

I cling onto him, my arm around his neck as he carries me down his hallway.

My words meet his ear in a whisper, ‘I promise this time I’ll work or at least I hope.’

He opens his already cracked open room door with his foot. ‘You don’t need to promise me anything.’ He lowers me to my feet, both palms rising to my cheeks, and he bends his neck to kiss me on my nose. My clit throbs below the wet cloth of my soaked underwear.

His lips travel from my nose to my forehead, placing a gentle kiss on it. ‘You work perfectly fine, Rae, perfectly fine.’

‘You think so?’

He smirks, ‘I guarantee it.’ My dress rises with his hands. Above my hips, up my waist, past my breasts. ‘Raise your arms, my love.’

I raise them, and he pulls my dress over my head and drops it on the floor beside us, taking a long slow gaze at my body with parted lips and colored cheeks. His eyes run down at my snake tattoo on my thigh, to my feet, and all the way back up to meet my eyes again. A stare that makes me feel capable of anything in this disdainful world.

He steps closer, putting his hands on my hips and moving me along with him until the back of my knees hit the bed.

‘Are you going to show me how to use your favorite things?’ He helps me to the middle of the bed and kisses my collarbone.

‘Tonight isn’t about me,’ he says. ‘I want to discover everything that sets those eyes fluttering, Raelynn.’ Pecks of kisses travel down my stomach below my belly button, and I moan, grabbing his hair.

‘I want to explore you,’ Kiss. ‘Find out exactly what it is that makes you scream,’ kiss, ‘and be the only one capable of making you come.’

My underwear is ruined; he ruined them. The pulsing twitch underneath them, becoming nearly unbearable, painful even.

‘I want to,’ I nearly whine, my breath shallow and pleading.

‘I know you do.’ He kisses the lace of my panties. ‘I know.’

He doesn’t take off my underwear. Instead, he hooks a finger around the wet center and pulls it to the side, exposing me. A low groan escapes his throat, the dim light of his bedroom casting a shadow beneath his eyebrows as he looks down at me in awe.

I fight the small voice at the back of my head telling me to hide, to run away from his gaze. But I fight it.

I fight Jaden away,

He will not control me; I won’t let him any longer.

Milo looks up at my face and pauses a bit; his mouth twists as if thoughts are running through his head. His brows furrowed cutely with a face that says a lot, yet nothing at all. What is on his mind?

‘What is it?’ I question.

‘Take them off,’ He orders.

A second passes before I listen, raising my hips and slipping off my underwear till they’re at my ankles and then on the bed sheets.

He only sticks his arm out, offering me his hand. ‘Get up.’

I take his hand with no further thought and follow his movement curiously as he brings me up to my knees and takes over the spot, I once laid in seconds ago. He rubs the back of my hand with his thumb and gently pulls me closer to him, tugging my leg over his torso so that I’m straddling his lap.

I look down at him, the delighted smile on his face as the feeling of control immediately overtakes me. I like being up here.

He kisses my hand, ‘Use my face, princess.’

He guides me to his head, and my chin lowers closer to my chest the more I inch my dripping wetness to his lips.

My breath shallows, quickening, his hands grabbing my ass from behind.

We hold eye contact as I lower myself slowly onto his mouth, feeling him kiss my clit.

My legs jerk at the amazing burst of nerves that flutters through me from one taste of satisfaction. My hands find his hair, and he lets me take my time, lowering myself back onto him.

This time he takes my clit between his lips, sucking me and slipping his tongue along the slick lips of my pussy.

I gasp for air, my chest deprived of breaths I’m forgetting to feed it. But I can’t think of anything, anything other than his warm, long tongue dragging against me.

I lower myself more and let out a long sigh as I watch him enjoy the taste of me. My hips begin to rock, creating a rhythm between his tongue and mine.

‘Yes, God, yes,’ I cry out as he quickly flicks the tip of his tongue against me.Property belongs to Nôvel(D)r/ama.Org.

My fingers grip tighter around the dark, straight hair strands on his head.

He hums, the vibration shooting through me. A gust of wind brushes past me from the cracked open fire escape window, adding to the goosebumps rising all over my skin.

I grind violently against Milo’s tongue, making high-pitched noises that are probably being heard from somewhere next door, but I couldn’t care less.

Milo wraps his hand around my thighs and inserts his tongue inside of me, thrusting it in and out at a speed I just can’t fucking handle.

My breath completely halts, eyes rolling to the back of my eyes and my stomach sucking in. He shakes his head, rubbing his lips into me, inserting his tongue again, creating that amazing feeling consecutively until—

My legs begin to shake, and I squirm above him. ‘It’s too…’ My words drift off as I attempt to catch my bearings. ‘It’s too much, Milo, I can’t.’ I slow my hips, losing the energy to continue my movement.

‘Mm-nm,‘ He hums in disapproval, raising both of us as he sits up, his mouth still attached to me.

He grabs my waist and drops me down hard on my back, pinning me against the bed and locking my legs over his shoulders.

My lower stomach begins to twist with something hot. I feel it; it’s so close. I’m so close.

Milo’s tongue runs dangerously steady at a speed not too fast or too slow, making sure to slip inside of me every few seconds. My back arches off the bed. ‘Milo,’ I whimper. ‘I—fucking yes,’ Long groans, leaving me. ‘Please.‘

My legs spazz, and my clit twitches against his tongue as a warm gush of me squirts into his mouth for the first time in two years. A squeaking scream of praises and cries ripples through me, representing every part of me that feels too good to express with words. My body shakes uncontrollably, and Milo cleans me, hums following. My mouth drops wide open, my eyelids failing to keep still as they flutter, trying to watch as Milo continues.

Continues? He’s continuing.

My already soaked, sensitive clit jerks and jumps with every pass his tongue does over it. With no control over my strength, I begin to pull at Milos’s hair, tears of pleasure and euphoria filling my eyes as he fills my cup and spills it over. He removes his lips from against me, giving me a second breather.

He licks his lips clean and praises me, ‘Look at you.” I smile. ‘One more, baby. I know you got it.’ His words run a shiver up my spine.

I shake my head, unsure if I truly can.

He only smiles, showing his teeth, and lowers his pink, wet lips against my warmth again.

It doesn’t take him long to prove me wrong; not even minutes later, I am shivering and squealing as I cum for the second time against his tongue. This time harder, stronger, and breathtaking, sucking the little air stored in my lungs out.

My head floats, or so it feels like it, up into the clouds, higher than the tallest buildings and the tallest mountains and above all else, because that’s how Milo’s achieved in making me feel.

Like I’m on top of this God damn world.

I pant as Milo rises, his hands digging into the bed at the sides of my head. He leans down and kisses me hard and quickly.

‘I did it!’ My voice cracks as my eyes fill with tears for surpassing an achievement I thought was impossible. Turns out nothing ever is. ‘Twice.’

I grin and giggle, kissing Milo as a thank you.

He smiles against my lips, ‘Good job, darling.’ His voice is so raspy and low I can feel it in my chest. ‘You did such a good job.’

I wrap my hands around his neck to hug him before noticing his face, the painful look on it, and the redness across his nose and cheeks.

‘Milo, are you alright?’

He brushes a curl away from my face and nods. ‘I’ll be fine. I’m just glad. Glad I could help.’

My eyes shift between his shiny ones. ‘You need help,’ I say to myself, mostly out of realization. ‘Don’t you?’

He shakes his head and leans up, but I grab his hand in mine. He lets out a breathy laugh.

‘You don’t owe me anything, Raelynn, I can go to the
bathroom—’

‘Oh, shut up,’ I roll my eyes and plant my feet on the floor. He watches me, hard, confused as I get down on my knees, the carpet cushioning me.

I look up at him, his legs in front of me and the clear bulge that’s probably the cause of his pained expression visible in his slacks.

‘Are you sure?’ He brings a hand to my chin and pulls it up a bit while he scoots closer to the edge of the bed.

I nod. ‘I want to do this for you.’ With all he’s helped me with, with all he’s done, this is the least I want to do to him. ‘You deserve to feel as good as you made me feel,’ I whisper.

He turns his head and closes his eyes, his jaw flexing as he bites down.

Turning his head back to me, he drops his hand and brings them up and around my curls, locking them in a gentle ponytail.

‘Do what you want to me, darling.’