Chapter 20
Chapter Twenty
Sienna
I’m floating on my back in the middle of the turquoise pool, eyes half-closed, letting the cool water cradle me as the waterfall’s roar fills my head.
For the first time today, my constant restless energy has quieted to a gentle hum. I feel weightless. Free. Like this hidden spot carved out its own little world just for us.
Then a huge splash hits me square in the face.
I sputter, arms flailing as I flip upright, coughing and laughing at once. Milo surfaces right in front of me, grinning like a mischievous devil. Water streams down the hard lines of his chest, his dark hair slicked back, droplets clinging to his lashes. His eyes sparkle with pure mischief.
“You absolute asshole!” I shriek, but I’m already scooping up water and hurling it at him.
He ducks, laughing that low, rumbling laugh that always hits me in the belly. Then he retaliates with a massive wave that soaks me. I dive under, grab his ankle, and pull hard. He goes down with a surprised yelp, surfacing right in front of me—so close that our legs tangle underwater.
We’re both laughing uncontrollably, and the sound echoes off the rocks.
The splashing turns chaotic. I slap the water, sending a sheet of it at his face.
He grabs my waist, lifts me half out of the pool, then gently dunks me.
I come up spluttering, hair plastered to my cheeks, and immediately wrap my legs around his hips, pulling him under with me.
We surface together, faces inches apart, our chests heaving. The laughter fades, replaced by something heavier, hotter. His hands stay on my waist, holding me against him in the deep water.
His eyes drop to my mouth.
My eyes drop to his mouth.
The air between us snaps.
“Milo…” I whisper, barely audible above the waterfall.
He doesn’t answer with words.
He kisses me.
It’s slow and searching, as if he’s giving me one last chance to pull away. Then the dam breaks. The kiss turns deep, hungry, and desperate. I moan into his mouth, fingers threading through his wet hair, tugging him closer.
His hands roam—one sliding up my back, pressing me flush against his chest, the other gripping my ass possessively as he leads us through the water toward the waterfall.
Every step grinds my body against his, the hard length of him pressing between my legs through our swimsuits. I rock against him instinctively, chasing the friction, and he groans into my mouth—a low, guttural sound that vibrates through me.
He carries me through the pounding curtain of water until we’re in the hidden alcove behind the fall. The roar is deafening, yet the alcove is surprisingly sheltered. Milo breaks the kiss and cups my face in both hands, his thumbs caressing my cheeks.
“Tell me to stop, Sienna,” he says, his eyes searching mine. “Tell me to stop before we do something we can’t take back.”
I frantically shake my head. “I don’t want you to stop.”
“Sienna—”
“Please don’t stop, Milo.”
His eyes darken to storm-cloud gray as a low, almost pained sound escapes him, like he’s been holding himself back for days and the leash has snapped.
Then he kisses me again.
This time it’s harder, deeper, hungrier. His tongue strokes mine with filthy intent as I wrap my legs around his waist. One of his arms bands securely around my back, the other cradling me beneath my ass as he carries me the last few steps through the churning water.
He sets me down gently on the fluffy red throw I’d packed earlier, and his hands instantly go to the ties of my bikini top, pulling them slowly, his gaze locked on mine the whole time, giving me every chance to change my mind.
I don’t.
The fabric falls away. His gaze darkens as he takes me in. My breasts spill free, nipples already tight from the heat of his gaze. He stares for a long second, breathing hard.
“Fuck, you’re beautiful, Sienna,” he murmurs, almost reverent.
Then his mouth is on me.
He kisses down my throat, his teeth grazing my pulse, sucking lightly until I moan.
His hands cup my breasts, his thumbs brushing over my nipples in teasing circles.
The sensation shoots straight to my core.
I arch into his touch, gasping as he rolls one nipple between his fingers, pinching just hard enough to make my hips jerk.
“Milo—”
He lowers his head and takes one nipple into his mouth.
The heat of his tongue against the sensitive peak is overwhelming.
He sucks gently at first, then harder, his tongue flicking, his teeth grazing as his hand works the other breast in perfect rhythm.
I cry out, my fingers tightening in his hair as I hold him to me.
He switches sides, giving the other nipple the same attention until I’m writhing against him, shamelessly grinding against the hard length pressing between my thighs.
“Milo…”
His head lifts slightly, eyes dark and hooded as he looks up at me. “Tell me what you want, Sienna,” he says, his voice rough with restraint. “Use your words like the good girl you are.”
Just hearing him call me a “good girl” has me whimpering.
“I want your mouth,” I breathe, barely recognizing my own voice. “Lower, please.”
He doesn’t make me beg twice.
But he doesn’t rush either.
Milo takes his time, dropping to his knees in front of me as he slides my bikini bottoms down my legs with agonizing slowness. His fingers graze my skin as he peels the wet fabric away and tosses it aside. I’m completely naked now, my back pressed against the smooth rock he’s somehow guided me to.
The contrast between the cool stone and the heat of his gaze makes me shiver.
He stays on his knees before me, looking up as if I’m something sacred and sinful all at once. His hands glide up the backs of my thighs, gripping gently.
“Hold on to the ledge,” he murmurs, pressing a soft kiss to my knee. “I don’t want you to slip and hurt yourself.”
I blindly reach behind me and grip the rocky edge, my heart racing as he hooks one of my legs over his shoulder, opening me to him.
He presses open-mouthed kisses along my inner thigh, teasing, tasting, and driving me wild with anticipation. I whimper as my hips twitch helplessly toward his mouth.
Milo lets out a low chuckle against me, the deep vibration traveling straight to my core. “Patience, baby,” he murmurs, his voice rough and thick with lust. “I’ve waited too long for this. I’m going to taste every inch of you first. I want to memorize exactly how you tremble for me.”
He presses feather-light kisses along my thighs, inching closer to where I need him, yet always avoiding the spot that aches most. His warm breath ghosts over my soaked folds, making me clench around nothing.
I’m shaking. Hips jerking forward, chasing his mouth, but he gently pins me with one strong hand on my hip, keeping me open for him.
“Look at you,” he growls, his voice muffled against my skin. “Already dripping down your thigh. Your clit is so swollen… You want me to lick it, don’t you? Want me to suck on it until you’re screaming my name.”
“Yes,” I gasp, my fingers gripping the rock ledge so tightly that my knuckles ache. “Milo, please…”
He lets out a shaky breath against my core, clearly fighting his own restraint. When his tongue finally drags slowly over my clit, my head falls back against the rock with a broken moan.
Milo doesn’t rush but explores me with long, deliberate strokes—circling, licking, and gently sucking until my hips rock against his mouth.
“Fuck. You taste so good, baby.” He groans against me, the vibration drawing another whimper from my throat.
His tongue circles my clit without touching it directly—teasing the hood, the sensitive sides—then dips lower, pushing inside me with deep, languid strokes while his nose brushes against my swollen clit.
The dual sensation is maddening.
“You’re clenching so hard around my tongue,” he murmurs, pulling back just enough to look up at me through wet lashes. “You love this, don’t you? My tongue fucking your pretty pussy while this waterfall drowns out every moan.”
“Y-yes,” I whimper, my voice cracking. “Don’t stop. Please don’t stop.”
He chuckles darkly against my skin. “Oh, Sienna, baby, I’m not stopping until you come on my face. Until this tight pussy pulses around my fingers and my tongue. Until you’re shaking so hard you forget your own name. Understood?”
The only response I can offer in return is a broken whimper.
Finally, he focuses on my clit with the flat of his tongue, swirling in slow, perfect circles before gently sucking. My eyes roll back. My hips jerk hard, and a broken sob escapes my throat. He groans in response, the vibrations shooting pleasure through every nerve.
One of his hands grips my ass, holding me steady. The other slides up my thigh. Two fingers tease my entrance before sliding inside me. He curls them firmly against that perfect spot and holds them there as his tongue keeps working my clit in devastating rhythm.
The pleasure is so overwhelming and building so quickly that it almost scares me.
“You’re dripping down my chin,” he growls. “So fucking wet for me. You’re close, aren’t you? I can feel it—your clit swelling against my tongue, your pussy fluttering like it’s begging to come. Tell me how good it feels, baby.”
“So good,” I gasp, my voice cracking into a sob. “So fucking good, Milo. I’m so close—please don’t stop. Make me come. I need it. I need you.”
He closes his mouth tightly around my clit and sucks harder, his fingers thrusting faster, curling deeper with every stroke. The pleasure builds until it’s white-hot and unstoppable.
“You gonna be a good girl and come for me, Sienna?” He looks up at me with hooded eyes.
I nod frantically, completely at a loss for words.
He presses open-mouthed kisses right above my clit. “Then come for me. Come on my face, pretty girl. Let me taste you.”
His mouth closes around me again as his fingers curl deep inside me, stroking that perfect spot with devastating precision. The pressure builds impossibly fast, coiling tighter in my core until I’m on the edge, trembling.
“Milo—”
“That’s it,” he groans against me. “Don’t hold back, Sienna. I want to feel this pretty pussy come all over my tongue.”
The filthy words, combined with the relentless rhythm, push me over the edge.
I shatter hard.
The orgasm crashes through me like the waterfall itself, powerful and blinding. My back arches off the rock, a raw cry tearing from my throat as my walls clamp around his fingers and my thighs tremble violently around his head.
Milo doesn’t stop pleasuring me—he works me through every pulse, his tongue gentling but never leaving my clit, his fingers slowing but staying deep until the last shudder rolls through me.
When I finally go limp, panting and boneless, he pulls back just enough to meet my gaze, breathing as hard as I am. Mist from the fall sprays him, and he looks so goddamn beautiful.
“Still with me?” he whispers, his voice soft but laced with heat.
I nod weakly, barely able to speak, my body trembling from aftershocks. “Don’t stop…”
His eyes darken again, pupils blown wide with desire.
The waterfall continues to thunder around us.
And I know, with every trembling, shattered part of me, that we’re nowhere near done.