Chapter Thirty-Five
Milo’s chest was pressed against my back, resting peacefully with his arms wrapped around my stomach.
He’d worked a lot this past month, fixing trickling fates from the ramifications of The Day the Devil Died and doing what he did best—using work to embrace and avoid his emotions.
I’d already passed out before he arrived, but I immediately felt his presence when he snuck into bed late in the night.
His worries and processing synchronized to my thoughts seamlessly, blocking neighbors’ dwindling dreams. It was a peaceful slumber, more or less.
The less came from Charlie, who’d wedged himself between us, sleeping on my lower back, and Carlie, who’d nestled up to Milo’s head, her tail thwapping against my face.
Honestly, their incessant need to show their affection for Milo had become grating.
I totally understood they preferred him, so did they need to constantly remind me they had a favorite human ?
Milo’s breathing changed; the grogginess of his subconscious washed away. I grabbed his wrist, pulling it close, and gently kissed his hand. “Thought I wouldn’t be seeing you until summer break.”
“Yeah, things have started easing up, so I decided to come over.”
Charlie chirped, shaking his head, likely flipping and twitching his ears ever so as his alertness took hold. He lifted himself up and hopped over my stomach, stretching his long front legs close to my face and yawning wide before brushing past Milo’s arm to kiss my face.
“Morning, Charlie.”
He meowed in response.
“Got anything big planned for the day?” Milo asked, scooching closer since Charlie had moved.
Milo’s crotch pressed snuggly against me.
Carlie had also moved, meowing and pleading for food because it was 6:02, and she’d surely starve soon, a whole two minutes past her morning feeding schedule.
Milo’s breath tickled my ear as he moved closer.
“Plans?” I laughed. “It’s the last day of classes. My plan is to survive the eight hours and then fuck off for at least the first two weeks of break.”
There were lessons I needed to plan for, summer trainings I had to attend, and lots of little things to streamline. Plus, catching up on projects around the house that’d fallen at the waist side with so much work. But I’d definitely indulge in a bit of unstructured nonsense and relaxation.
“We’ll have to plan some date nights or date days with your more flexible schedule,” Milo said, but his mind flashed with some very different ideas on flexibility involving the two of us.
“Just have to survive today.”
“So”—Milo nuzzled the back of my ear with his nose—“you’re not gonna do anything? I thought you said the kids aced their finals. Shouldn’t you celebrate that? ”
“I would never say aced. They did okay. At best.” I grumbled, repositioning myself as I scooted against Milo. This was not the morning conversation I wanted, so perhaps I could redirect the discussion.
“Then have an okayebration.”
“I don’t do class parties.” I sat up, brushing Milo’s arm away. “Besides, their reward is better grades and more opportunities, which they’ll appreciate in the long run. They don’t need a pat on the head for doing what they’re supposed to do.”
“Le sigh. You’re such a Grinch.” Milo tugged my wrist, attempting to drag me back to bed. “Where are you going?”
“To feed my cats, shower, and then off to work.”
“Boo.” Milo huffed, his surface thoughts rose, not even attempting to hide his provocative desires, and he adjusted the blanket to show his early morning bulge barely tucked by his boxers.
After feeding Carlie, ensuring she had a feast that’d allow Charlie a chance at his breakfast, I grabbed a towel and went into the bathroom. The door creaked open as the shower heated.
“Thought we could conserve water.” Milo stood stark naked at full attention. “You know I’m all about the environment.”
“Hmm. I realize shower sex is a top favorite of yours, but I really don’t care for it.”
“What’s not to love? You can get dirty and clean all at once.”
I glowered, avoiding his suggestive desires that’d begun to immediately mix with my own.
Dammit. My face heated, blood rushing in every direction, and I very much wanted to indulge these morning cravings.
Mine. Milo’s. No. My shower was not roomy.
Milo was a very fast thruster, especially when this eager, and I hated bending over and bracing against the wall while resisting the slippery shower-tiled flooring.
“It’s too cramped, and I’m not in the mood to straddle the wall. ”
“Then straddle me.”
I rolled my eyes. “I’m not levitating the entire time we… Yeah, no.”
“Who said you had to cast?” Milo tilted his head, wrapping a gentle yet sturdy telekinetic grip around me, drawing me close. “I’ll do all the work.”
A hundred touches weaved along my skin, gripping me, caressing me, rubbing every erogenous part of my body. Milo had floated a bottle of lube from the drawer as he began kissing me. Gently, he slipped his fingers inside me, readying me and teasing me with his wonderful touch.
“Oh, fuck me.” I bit my lower lip.
“Sort of the plan.” Milo pulled me close, our chests pressed together.
Instinctively, I wrapped my legs around his thighs, grabbing his shoulders as he backed me into the steaming shower.
Water cascaded between us as Milo guided and repositioned me. I moaned, burying the noise by shoving my tongue in his mouth, kissing him.
He slammed my back against the wall, thrusting quick and sudden. I bit his lip, and he eased. As he slowed, I panted, struggling to contain all the pleasure of his continued telekinetic grip. I tugged his hair back, eyes demanding satisfaction.
We spun around the shower, water sprinkling in every direction, frozen midair by his telekinesis.
Milo’s magic kept us afloat. I gripped his shoulders, lost in the twirl of our bodies, the thrusts of his hips, the splash of water, and the pure joy of Milo’s satisfied breathing in my ear.
I licked my lips, tasting the flavor of my skin as he nibbled on my lower ear.
Everything between us synchronized so perfectly we were one as he fucked me.