Chapter 9 #2
She rested her hands on the breadth of his shoulders.
This would be her first—and only—time with Milo.
Yet the familiarity of his scent and the warmth of his touch made it feel like the hundredth.
She caught his bottom lip between her teeth and sucked.
His muscles vibrated beneath her palms and a thrill arced through her.
Supporting her weight with one hand, he crawled his fingers between her legs.
Her belly tightened and she flicked her tongue into his mouth, begging him to keep going.
He worked his way under the material of her panties and his index finger slipped over her slit, spreading her wetness.
She stifled her cries on his mouth. Another finger joined the first and he teased them in and out of her opening, sending a shockwave of delight through her.
“Now, Milo.”
He moaned and stalked across the room to the bed.
He fell on top of the covers with her, his fists planted on either side of her head and his hips nestled between hers.
“You’re so damn beautiful,” he said. His lips dragged lazy kisses over her cheeks then moved back to her mouth.
He lowered his manhood to her thong and a jolt shot through her loins.
He buried his face in her neck and kissed the sensitive flesh.
She arched her back and dug her nails into his shoulders.
He moved past her collarbone to the rise of her breast, where he stopped.
He caught the cup with his hand and flipped the material down to expose her aching nipple.
Her legs trembled, and she clamped them against his sides to still them. She wanted to urge him to continue, to hurry, but her body craved the heat of his mouth. He took her nipple between his lips and sucked. Her pelvis lurched off the bed, making his hard cock press against her heat.
She threw her head back and savored every flick of his tongue. She had to move this along. If she didn’t, they’d never finish.
“Milo, please,” she croaked.
“This isn’t going to be enough, babe.” He dragged his mouth down to her panties, and he curled his fingers into the waistband. “Are you sure you want the fast version? I can promise you that the slow includes multiple orgasms.” He bobbed his eyebrows.
Part of her wanted to open up, to give in and spend as many hours as possible in this state.
She couldn’t. “You know the deal,” she said on a breath. If he didn’t hurry, she was going to come without his help.
He pulled down her panties and tossed them over the side of the bed.
“I agreed under duress.” He pushed himself off the bed, shucked his pants and underwear, and crawled between her knees.
Her pulse roared in her ears. He came down on top of her, planting his hands on either side of her head again.
There was no hesitancy in his face. Fire lit his eyes as he guided his cock to her wetness.
She closed her eyes as he pushed into her in one long thrust.
“Ah, my god,” she cried.
He groaned long and deep as he filled her. She opened her eyes to stare at his face. The muscles in his jaw clenched and his eyelids lowered. He watched her through slits.
“My god, you feel so damn good.” He drew in and out in long strokes. She sunk her teeth into her bottom lip. Every movement stretched her to fit his girth. Her fingernails bit into the stacked muscles of his back. Warmth pumped from her womb throughout her belly, filling her.
His face fell to her shoulder and his arms closed tighter around her, clamping her in place. She let her legs fall open farther with every thrust, wanting every inch of him inside her. Her body welcomed him, needing this more than she ever could have imagined.
Pleasure hummed through her nervous system. She couldn’t take it anymore. She needed to come. Now. She inched up her knees, closing them into his sides.
“Milo,” she said on a pant. “I need . . .”
He let loose a curse and his face turned into her throat. His lips found the column of her neck, sending electric currents to her nipples. His groan showed his resistance to coming, but he gave in. He burrowed his cock deep inside her, and she let out a squeal in anticipation.
He rocked against her clitoris, bringing wave after wave of ecstasy to every cell in her body.
She wrapped her arms around his neck, dragging him closer to her.
She surrendered to the pleasure, surrendered her body to him.
He slid one hand under her to the small of her back, raising her hips.
The action brought him closer. She cried out as her body jerked on a ripple of the euphoria to come.
Fire surged through her body as he pumped into her. White bursts flickered behind her closed lids, and her cries filled her own ears, matching Milo’s moans.
“Serena, ah, Christ.”
Her body spasmed as he hit every ripple of her orgasm. Oblivion crashed down on her and heat gushed from her center. Her arms loosened and her body sagged beneath his as he moved in long, gentle strokes, slowly riding her down to earth.
Her body mourned the tingling that slipped away with every second that passed. She loved the feel of his body on hers, his breath on her neck, his lips on her body.
Milo was right. It wouldn’t be enough.
Not thirty seconds after he’d collapsed on top of her, Serena tapped her insistent fingers on his shoulder.
He cracked his eyes open. Her hair was mussed, her makeup smudged, and lines of fatigue had appeared beneath her eyes.
She needed rest, but there was no way in hell she would.
Especially after they’d spent fifteen minutes having sex.
He’d imagined having sex with her hundreds, no, thousands of times, but in no way had he been prepared for the tousle in the sheets that had just occurred. She was playful, sexual, and as tight as a vise. Every man’s dream.
But she wasn’t his to keep.
He hadn’t worn a condom. The thought of donning a rubber had crossed his mind and vanished as quickly as it had arrived.
Call him careless, but this was Serena. She wasn’t some stranger.
Feeling each ridge and cushion of her warm cavern had been nirvana.
If she gave him the opportunity to do it again, he’d make the same choice. Besides, she hadn’t protested.
“Milo, we need to get to work. We have twenty-six hours left.”
Half his chest lay flat across hers, but the bulk of his weight was pressing into the mattress. He couldn’t move. Didn’t want to. Not when he knew he’d never get into this position again.
Not with her anyway.
“I know we’re past negotiations—”
“Long past.”
He chuckled. “I’d like to add something to the deal.”
She cocked an eyebrow.
“Five minutes.”
“Oh no you don’t. We said we’d only do this once.”
Fuck, he wanted to kick himself in the ass for agreeing to that. He couldn’t be held liable. In that moment, after that kiss, he’d have said anything.
“Exactly. We’ll never get to lie like this again. Let’s rest like this for a few minutes before we have to be alert for another twenty-six hours.”
Her mouth stretched open on a yawn, and she covered it with the back of her hand. “Fine. Five minutes, but then we really need to get up.”
“First . . .” he said. He was pressing his luck, but he needed to know—before she pushed him away and never got back in his bed again. “What’s the tattoo mean?”
Her features pinched together and the whites of her eyes glittered at him. “Why do you want to know so bad?”
He rubbed the pad of his thumb over the edge of her shoulder, keeping his attention locked on the motion. “Because it’s on you.”
Her diaphragm dipped on a breath. “It’s a song lyric. That’s all.”
“What song?”
She squirmed beneath him. “Milo, we said five minutes of rest. You can’t have that and grill me about my tattoo. Pick one.”
He tapped her collarbone. Something about the tattoo was making her defensive—was it about an ex-boyfriend?
Shit. He hadn’t even fucking thought of that.
If she had something permanently etched on her body to remind her of another man, he’d hate himself even more for not claiming her a long time ago.
Deciding it was better not to know, at least for now, he closed his eyes.