EIGHTEEN
Ozzie
Our legs pretzel together,her bare legs around mine, which are clad in flannel bottoms. These pajamas do nothing to hide the urgency below my waist, and I know she has to be able to feel my erection against her.
Mila snakes one arm around my middle. I trap her against my chest. When our mouths come together, she’s soft, warm, welcoming, and tastes like her minty toothpaste. I inhale the herbal scent of her skin and exhale a sigh that cannot hide my moan of pure pleasure at being close to her. I let Mila set the pace of our kissing. She still has her guard up.
When I feel her thigh slide around the outside of my leg, I nestle my hips right where they belong, pressing my rigid length against her heat. Mila gasps at the contact, hooking her leg around the small of my back.
My cock rubs against her pussy, her cotton underwear and my pants adding to the horny friction.
Mila opens her mouth and tastes my bottom lip with the tip of her sweet tongue, deepening the kiss. I plunge my tongue inside her mouth, losing my senses in her warmth. More. I want more of her. All of her.
I roll onto my back and take her with me, fitting her on top of me.
“Are you on anything, Mila?”
She nods. “I’m on the pill.”
“Good girl,” I rasp, cupping her face in my hands, pulling her down to me, and kissing her until I can feel her wetness seeping through her underwear.
“Ozzie,” she breathes with a ragged whisper. “I want you so bad; I’m gonna suck you like a popsicle.”
That…was not what I was expecting. But what am I going to say? No? I don’t think anyone says no to Mila, and under the circumstances, I wouldn’t dream of it.
The only thought that occurs to my heat-fogged brain at the moment is, “Yes, please.”
My hands never leave her mass of soft curls as she kisses a heated path from my jaw, down my chest, and over my stomach. I enjoy the hasty way she tugs down the waistband of my pajama bottoms, greedy and all business.
“Ah, yeah, I knew you were a big boy.” I could be wrong, but I think I hear a slight tremor in her voice. I feel like I hit the lottery.
She takes my length in her hands and nuzzles her cheek against it.
“Do you want me to sit up, or…”
“Relax, babe. You’ve had a hard day,” she says with a small laugh, then wraps her lips around the tip to suck off the precum.
“Shit,” I whisper, gritting my teeth. Don’t forget your brother and sister-in-law are sleeping directly beneath you, and they can hear everything through these ancient vents in the floor, I remind myself.
In the moonlight, I spy a dim view of her full lips kissing up the side of my cock, slurping on the tip, then kissing up and down the thick vein along the underside. The woman leaves no patch of skin untouched, untasted, unloved.
With her knees planted on the mattress next to me, I watch her reach down and touch herself while she pleasures me.
This might be the most erotic thing I’ve ever witnessed: Mila’s mouth working my dick and her fingers toying her clit.
Her hot mouth takes more of me, and my heart rattles against my ribcage. I fist both my hands in her mop of hair and pull gently.
The resulting hum from her throat vibrates against my sensitive tip, and it’s all I can do to make myself last longer.
She takes me back to her throat and opens up to take in all of me.
The more I tug and squeeze, the more she moans on my cock.
“Baby,” I seethe as quietly as possible, “I’m gonna come.”
Her moans grow more urgent, and she opens her throat wider. I explode into her, my body on fire in its release.
“Mila,” I growl, no longer trying to be quiet.