As our bodies smoosh together, my breast sensitivity flares up. “Ouch. Sorry.”
Milo pulls back. “Don’t be sorry, baby. Just lie back and let me take care of you.”
Are there any sexier ten words in the English language? Doubt it.
My Milo nestles himself between my thighs and props my legs over his shoulders—his favorite position. I sigh languidly and arch my back, chasing the sensation of his mouth. I close my eyes and fall into the dreamy, sexy, and outrageously pleasurable feeling of his sinful mouth on my pussy.
I come quicker than usual; no surprise as I’ve been extra horny these past few days. I’ve been chalking it up to my sexual awakening with Milo. Everything makes me think of either sex or food, now that I’ve learned to let go of my inhibitions.
“There’s my greedy little pussy,” he whispers.
God, I love it when he talks filthy. I mumble something unintelligible and thrust against his face as I squirt.
And that sex columnist said squirting wasn’t real.
“You’re fucking incredible,” he murmurs, taking all of me.
I sigh again, never wanting this to end, and planning how I’ll reciprocate with my mouth. I’ve become reasonably talented at that, too.
“Wait a minute.”
My eyes fly open, and I stare at the chandelier above the bed.
“What’s wrong?”
“You taste different, Cecily.”
“What? Like bad?”
“No! No, not bad. Just different. Have you been…like, messing around with fruit when I’m not around?”
“What?! No!”
He hovers over me to look me in the eyes. “Babe. Your boobs are sore. You have been eating junk food like a horse at a feedbag. You taste different. And the last few days, you’ve been insatiably horny.”
I nod. “Yeah. I’m probably getting my period.”
He holds my gaze for a few seconds. “Maybe.”
He and I share a silence, and he says. “I want you to take a pregnancy test.”
My mouth falls open. “I’m on the pill!”
Milo nods. “I know. But sometimes, this can happen.”
“What do you have, like, super sperm or something?”
He smirks. “I don’t know, Cecily. But you should really take a test.”
I nod and think. “Yeah. Yeah, I should.” My voice is small. Things got suddenly very serious. Biting my lip, I get lost in my head. How could this have happened? I’ve been so careful. I think back over the last few weeks, and then I remember. I sit up straight and grip his shoulders. The throat thing! “Milo. The antibiotics! That was it. Oh my god, I guess I haven’t been so careful after all.”
Milo sits up and pulls me into his lap, then kisses me on the forehead.
“What if I’m pregnant? What will we do?”
He brushes some hair out of my eyes. “If you’re pregnant, then we go from there.”
My body trembles against him. “If I’m pregnant, then we have a talk about our relationship going forward?”