Page 163 of Seasons of Love
The aftershocks are still reeling through my body when I feel the warmth of Milo’s release inside me. He’s panting against my neck.
I put the pillow to one side now that I no longer need it.
Neither of us moves. His cock is still hard inside me, but I feel it slowly softening.
He pulls back, and with energy I certainly don’t feel, kneels and watches as his release leaves my body.
Our eyes meet, and then he looks down again.
“I wish I could be inside you longer,” he says.
I smile. “I’m sure there will be some of you left behind, even after I clean up.”
He pulls me into a sitting position, and I scrunch my face at the thought of the mess on his sheets.
“Let’s have a shower. Then you can help me change the sheets.”
“Yes, boss,” I say teasingly. He slaps my ass.
We have to take turns in the shower because his doesn’t fit both of us. Milo lets me go first, for obvious reasons, while he grabs the towels and then disappears for a while.
Unlike him, I’m happy checking him out while he has his shower.
“You’re a pervert,” he says but puts on a show for me, sensually stroking his cock with one soap-covered hand while thoroughly cleaning his balls and ass with the other.
“How can you even get half-hard after two orgasms?”
He comes out of the shower dripping wet, so I throw him a towel. I have mine wrapped around my waist as I lean against the sink.
“That’s not me,” he says, wrapping his towel around his waist, water still dripping from his hair onto his chest. “That’s all you.”
He kisses me, and I’m tempted to see if he can go a third round, but it’s getting late.
“I’d love if you could stay the night, but I’m working tomorrow, and you might not want to be here when Florrie comes over to babysit Sara.”
“That’s okay.” I grab a small towel and dry his hair. “I’ll see you in the soup kitchen on Tuesday?”
“Definitely.”
“We could grab some food after or before, whichever works better for you.”
He smiles. “Pick me up from the store at four. There’s a place on the road to Windsor that sells the best and cheapest crab rolls in the world.”
“Is that your expert opinion?”
“Sure is.”
“Okay then, it’s a date.”
We get dressed, and I see he’s made the bed with fresh sheets.
I get back in my car to drive home.
This is definitely the right decision, but I wonder if there will ever be an opportunity to spend a night with Milo or if we’ll just have these brief moments together.
I berate myself for even thinking about it. Am I not the only one worried about the sixteen-year age gap between us?
Besides, we’ve just spent a whole day together, not to mention had the best sex I’ve ever had. I need to just enjoy this while it lasts.
