Chapter 37
Chapter Thirty-Seven
Sienna
I flop dramatically onto the couch the second we step into the villa, stretching my legs with a theatrical sigh. The heels catch the moonlight, sparkling as I wiggle my toes toward Milo.
“Foot massage,” I announce, giving him my best pleading pout. “I’ve been thinking about your hands on me all night.”
Milo locks the deck door with a soft click, then turns toward me with that slow, devastating smile that always makes my stomach flip. His white button-down is open at the collar, sleeves rolled up, hair tousled by the breeze. He looks fucking edible.
He crosses the room without a word and drops to his knees in front of the couch, right between my legs. My breath catches at the sight of him there. Then his hand wraps gently around my right foot. Instead of rushing, he takes his time, his fingers tracing the delicate ankle strap with reverence.
Slowly, almost worshipfully, he unbuckles the strap, his thumb brushing the sensitive skin of my ankle. He slides the heel off inch by inch, like he’s savoring every second, then presses both thumbs firmly into my arch.
“Oh my God,” I moan, my head falling back against the cushions. The pressure is perfect—deep and heavenly. “That feels so fucking good. I didn’t realize how sore I was.”
He chuckles, the sound vibrating through his chest as he continues massaging me in slow, deliberate circles. Each press of his thumbs sends sparks racing up my legs and to my core. I’m already wet just from the way he’s looking at me.
His hands glide higher, palms smoothing up my calves, pushing the hem of my dress higher on my thighs. His thumb strokes the sensitive skin behind my knees, and I shiver hard, a soft whimper escaping the back of my throat.
“These legs have been driving me crazy all night,” he murmurs, pressing a hot, open-mouthed kiss to the inside of my knee. “The way this dress kept riding up as you danced… the way you looked at me like you wanted to devour me. I’ve been so fucking hard since we left the villa earlier, Sienna.”
Heat floods my face. I bite my lower lip, my hips twitching restlessly. “Then do something about it already.”
His smile turns wicked. “I promised I’d take my time with you tonight, and I keep my promises.” He leans in, kissing higher up my thigh, then higher still. “I’m not rushing this, baby.”
He hooks a finger into my thong and slowly peels it down my legs, tossing it aside. I’m completely bare now, glistening and aching under his gaze. He spreads my thighs wider, settling deeper between them on his knees. His hot breath ghosts over my soaked folds, and I shudder.
“Look at you,” he whispers, almost reverent. “Already dripping for me. So fucking beautiful.”
Before I can even draw my next breath, his mouth is on me.
The first slow lick from my entrance all the way up to my clit makes me cry out, my back arching off the couch.
Milo hums in approval, the vibration shooting straight through me.
His tongue circles lazily, then flicks fast and firm before he sucks my swollen clit into his mouth with devastating pressure.
“Fuck… Milo—”
Two thick fingers slide inside me without warning, curling hard against my G-spot. I moan loudly as my fingers curl tightly into his hair, as white-hot pleasure sparks through me.
Milo sets a filthy rhythm—tongue working my clit in slow, firm circles while his fingers thrust deep and steady, curling on every stroke. Every time I get close, right on the edge, he slows down or pulls back just enough to leave me gasping and desperate.
“Not yet,” he growls against my pussy, his voice muffled. “I want you begging like a good girl before I let you come.”
I whine, my hips rocking frantically against his face. “Please, Milo… I’m so close—don’t stop. I need it.”
He sucks my clit harder for a few blissful seconds, then stops again, kissing the inside of my thigh instead, teeth grazing the sensitive skin.
He edges me three more times—bringing me right to the brink with that wicked tongue and those perfect fingers, only to back off until I’m whimpering, thighs shaking, tears of frustration stinging my eyes.
I’m a complete mess with my dress bunched around my waist, thighs trembling violently, my breathing ragged, and pussy throbbing and dripping onto his chin.
“Milo… please,” I whimper, my voice cracking. “Stop teasing me.”
He pulls back slowly, lips and chin slick with my arousal, eyes dark and feral. “Not on my fingers, baby.”
I let out a broken sob of frustration. “Then let me ride your face. Please let me come on your tongue.”
Milo’s eyes flash with heat. He stands quickly, lifts me like I weigh nothing, and settles back onto the couch. I’m shaking with need as I straddle his chest, then slowly rise until my dripping pussy hovers right over his mouth.
Strong hands grip my thighs hard, pulling me down until I’m fully seated on his face. The moment his hot mouth makes contact, I moan loudly, grinding down instinctively.
His tongue thrusts straight inside me, fucking me deep and hungry. I cry out, hands bracing on the back of the couch as I start rolling my hips, riding his face with shameless desperation.
Milo groans loudly against me, the vibration making my eyes roll back. His hand slides under my dress, finding my breast and pinching my nipple hard while his tongue works my clit in fast, perfect strokes.
“Fuck, Milo—right there, don’t stop!” I pant, riding his face faster, smothering him with my wet heat. My juices coat his tongue, his lips, his chin. The obscene wet sounds fill the room as I grind against him.
He sucks my swollen clit into his mouth and flicks it rapidly while twisting my nipple. The combination is brutal. I’m so close I can practically taste it.
“Yes—fuck, I’m gonna come,” I moan, grinding down desperately. “Oh fuck, Milo, I’m coming!”
I shatter hard, screaming his name as the orgasm crashes through me in violent waves. My thighs squeeze around his head, shaking uncontrollably. He doesn’t stop. He keeps licking and sucking, devouring every drop until I’m trembling with aftershocks, barely able to hold myself up.
When the last tremor finally fades, I collapse forward, gripping the back of the couch, completely spent and gasping for air. My pussy is still twitching, dripping onto his lips.
A few seconds pass before Milo lifts me off his face and pulls me down into his arms, kissing me slowly and deeply so I can taste myself on his tongue.
“Tonight is all about your pleasure, Sienna,” he whispers against my mouth, his voice rough with promise. “And I’m nowhere near done with you yet.”
The dark heat in his words makes my pussy throb again, a fresh wave of need already blooming between my thighs.