Page 151 of Seasons of Love
He brings up one hand to jerk me. “I’m ready for you.” And then he goes back to sucking and licking.
My body is a volcano, and I’m surprised I haven’t melted the couch. The tell-tale tingle of an orgasm rises slowly up my spine. It’s right there, under the surface.
As if he’s been studying my body for an exam he’s more than ready to excel at, Milo runs his thumb over my hole, not really pushing in, just applying a hint of pressure, while he increases the suction on my head.
“Milo…fuck…I’m coming…” It’s the only warning I can give before my body convulses in an orgasm strong enough to destroy all memories of previous orgasms.
And he hasn’t even fucked me yet.
Yet.
What?
Milo catches every single drop of my release until there’s nothing left.
I’m still catching my breath, totally boneless and practically brain dead, but my dick still has the energy to stir when Milo drops his jeans and jerks off until he’s coming all over me.
I’ve never felt so owned, and it’s never felt so right.
Everything about my life so far has been either one great big lie or an opening act. A prologue to the real thing.
Milo falls on top of me. “That was the most amazing thing ever.” He cradles my face and kisses me. “I’ve wanted you for such a long time, Ellis. I can’t even believe this just happened.”
“I guess my omelet was really that good, huh?”
His laughter is the best sound ever. I think it’s the first time I’ve heard it.
“It was the best omelet ever. I will definitely want seconds.” He kisses me. “And thirds.”
He chuckles. “Maybe we should wash up before we…um…cook again. I think the stove is out of service for now.”
He stands and pulls me with him, chucking his jeans off. He stops by the guest bathroom, but I squeeze his hand and pull him toward my room.
He blushes, and it’s the first time today that I see the Milo I thought I knew. It reminds me that we’re both still people with things to overcome and room to grow.
We take a slow shower, during which his cock becomes ready to go again.
My mouth waters at the sight.
He tells me we don’t need to do anything, but I’m on my knees with his cock in my mouth before he finishes talking, and since I have a few tricks of my own, I draw another orgasm out of him in record time.
We dry off and then lie naked on my bed, facing each other.
He’s the first to talk. “We probably have more questions now than ever before. But I liked this. I like you, Ellis. At the risk of sounding sad and desperate…can we just enjoy ourselves and see where it leads?”
I caress his face and gaze into his warm brown eyes. The heat has been pushed back and I see the soft Milo that’s captured my attention for months.
“I mean, we don’t have to tell anyone or anything.” He tries to push away, but I pull him closer and kiss him.
“I will never be embarrassed to be with you or to have people know I’m with you, Milo. I don’t know if further down the line I can give you what you need, and that worries me because I don’t want to hurt you. Our age gap worries me, but I can’t resist you. And I don’t have the strength to push you away.”
He nods. “Okay.” And then he brings his hand up to my face, caressing my temple. “Ellis, whatever happens between us, I’ll make you believe you’re not too old for me or anyone. You’re perfect.”
I pull him closer, and he comes willingly, resting his face against my neck.
Every time he breathes out, it tickles, and it’s fucking perfect.
“Are you doing anything tomorrow?” I ask.
