I suck in a breath as Milo paints my lips with the cut end of the berry. He sees my tongue dart out. “Nu-uh. Keep that greedy little tongue in your mouth until I say you can lick your lips.” At his words, another wave of heat floods my panties, and my nipples tighten. I squeak out a moan of pleasure and slight frustration, jutting out my bottom lip.
His next move is to tease my nipples with the fruit. He sucks in a breath and says, “Look at that. You like that, don’t you?”
I’m concentrating so hard on not licking my lips that I don’t respond. “Answer me, Cecily.”
The demand in his low, husky voice pushes me deeper into my fog of arousal.
“Yes,” I whisper. “Yes, I love it.”
He continues to paint circles around my nipples with the fruit, and I find myself rubbing my legs together to find relief.
He notices. “I know. But we have to wait until I’ve had my way with you.”
I blurt out a noise that can’t be described as a moan but also not a whine. My body is pleading with him to finish me.
“Now,” he says, dragging his palm over my ribcage, too lightly. “Where should we go next?”
My body chases his touch, craving a firmer pressure.
“Please,” I say.
“Please what?” Milo asks, arching an eyebrow.
“Please decide. I’m going to fall apart,” I answer, rubbing my thighs together once more.
Milo crawls over me on the mattress, caging me in with his arms. The fire crackles; I feel the room growing slightly warmer and casting a golden glow against his face, and against my breasts that rise and fall with my ragged breath.
“Lick the juice from your lips, but do it slowly.”
The strawberry juice tastes sweet, but what I crave more than anything is his mouth, his cock. I need to be filled. Quickly.
A low growl sounds in Milo’s throat, and for a second, I think he might be ready to finally give me what I want. How wrong I am. A kiss from him—deep, long, wet, and sweet—starts with him licking the remaining juice from my lips and ends with him catching my bottom lip between his teeth. And sucking.
He echoes that gentle sucking at each of my sticky, wet nipples. It’s too soft and triggers a flood of sensitivity through my body.
Milo pops the remainder of the strawberry into his mouth casually and instructs, “Spread for me, Cecily.”
I’m so frustrated that I want to punish him for the light touches. “No. You do it.”
“Excuse me?”
“You heard me.”
“Cecily.” His voice is admonishing but gentle and more than a little heated in his excitement. He goes up on his knees and adjusts himself, then reaches his hand under his shirt to caress his soft, masculine tummy and broad chest. The muscles of his arms ripple with the simple movement like his entire body is tense. Good. I hope he gets so excited that he has to take out his cock to get some relief. I’m so ready for it.
His rough hands firmly grip my thighs, his fingers slightly pinching the soft inner flesh. He spreads my legs apart, and his nostrils flare. When he drags his hand over the material, he whispers, “Did you ruin your panties for me?”
The touch of his fingers over the fabric makes my body ache twice as much as before. I need to be free of every barrier between us. “No,” I say, blushing. “You ruined them. Better take them off.”
A wicked smile spreads across Milo’s face. He lets me slowly watch him unbuckle his belt, unzip, reach inside and adjust again so that the head of his penis peeks out of the waistband of his briefs. I think he’s going to strip down completely, my brain is begging for it. Instead, he crawls back up the bed and presses a kiss against my neck. “Good answer,” he murmurs, spiking another jolt of pleasure and need through me.
He keeps his lips close to mine as his hand slides down between my panties and my pelvis and begins to slowly tug downward. His kisses punctuate every slow movement.
“How…how did I get so lucky, Cecily?” I want him to move faster, but also I’m enjoying the taste of his kisses. He rewards me with extra pressure from his lips, a squeeze of my fleshy hip. I arch my body up off the mattress to help speed things along. I want those panties gone. “What did I do to deserve you giving me a chance? I’m going to make you so happy, my Cecily.”
“You already have.”
Finally, he slides my wrecked undies off my legs completely. Slowly. Putting filthy thoughts in my head with his words about what he might do next. He can throw them in the fire for all I care. Milo delivers a deep, tonguing kiss to my mouth, and then he’s on top of me, the loose belt buckle biting into my thigh.