Page 82 of Virgin Skin

I nod. “Deal.”

We fall into a kiss that’s hot and slow and full of all the breathtaking love that was in his eyes just a second ago. His tongue snakes around mine and I memorize the shape of his smile against my lips. Everything about this moment is utterly perfect.

PISTON

I can’t stop kissing Milo. Every time I try, I’m drawn right back to his chocolate flavored lips and the feeling of his cold nose against mine like a moth to a flame. I manage it just long enough for us to take our skates off and get back inside the house, but as soon as the door swings closed behind us and the warmth envelops us, I have him right back in my arms.

“I made lasagna. I just have to put it in the oven,” I murmur between kisses, slipping my hands under his jacket and pushing it off his shoulders. He shakes his arms out of the sleeves and then pulls mine off while he sucks my bottom lip between his teeth.

“Sex then food.” He grabs a fistful of my sweater and tugs me down the hallway towards the bedroom.

I knead his ass through his jeans, and he groans against my lips. I don’t have it in me to insist we do things in the right order any more than we already have. Hell, I should get a medal for walking out of his room earlier when he was in nothing but a jock, trying to convince me to skip our date and fuckhim instead. I wanted tonight to be perfect, but maybe I was overthinking it anyway.

As long as it’s Milo and me, it’s always going to be perfect.

We stumble into the bedroom, and I slide my hands under his shirt, ghosting them over his skin. He squeals into my mouth, the sound turning into a laugh that vibrates around my tongue before he throws his head back.

“Cold,” he gasps.

“Shit, sorry.” I chuckle, yanking my hands away from him. I cup them around my mouth and blow warm breath into them, then rub them together to get the blood flowing.

Milo pulls his shirt over his head and backs towards the bed with a sweet smile full of so many filthy promises it nearly ends me. He can have my heart, my home, my future… I’ll give him everything I have if it will keep him smiling like that forever.

My shirt joins his, tossed blindly aside before I close the space between us. We fall right back into the kiss while we fumble to undo each other’s jeans. His tongue strokes over mine and we trade horny murmurs. We manage to step out of our pants without breaking the kiss again and tumble into bed together with laughter muffled between our lips.

A hiss startles us apart for a second. Cy shoots us a glare for nearly landing on her then jumps off the bed and darts out of the room.

“Oops.” Milo chuckles. “No rose petals but fucking on a bed of cat fur will do.”

I frown. I should have asked Lewis for rose petals too. Or is that something you usually do yourself? Plucking each one off the flower to sprinkle over the bed? That sparks an idea.

“Hold on, I’ll be right back.”

“Noooo,” he whines, trying to drag me back into bed as soon as I’m on my feet.

“Ten seconds.” I slip out of his grasp and sprint across the hall while he’s still grumbling about blue balls. I grab the bouquet Milo set on his dresser earlier and carefully pull the head off one flower, and then I dart back to my bedroom.

I stop in my tracks right inside the door. Milo looks like he was conjured straight out of my deepest fantasies, spread out on my bed in nothing but a jockstrap that’s doing absolutely nothing to contain his straining cock. There’s a wet spot already darkening the place where his cockhead presses against the fabric, and a lust-drunk droop to his eyelids. His lips are damp and reddened from the cold and our kissing, and all I want to do is lick my way back inside his mouth so I can swallow more of his gasps and moans while I take him apart.

My cock throbs and my heart beats out a frantic, impatient rhythm inside my chest. This is Milo’s first time, but I feel like it’s mine too. It’s the first time I’ve ever been inside someone I’m in love with. It’s the last first time with anyone new, because I know he’s it for me.

I crawl back into bed, straddling Milo’s hips and grinning down at him as I pluck the flower petals one at a time and rain them down over him. He laughs as the first one kisses his cheek, and the next ends up lost in his messy mane.

“You want rose petals, you’ll get rose petals.” I brush the last one against his lips. He closes his teeth down around it then turns his head and spits it out.

“Charmer.” He smiles, looping his hand around the back of my neck and drawing me in for another kiss.

Our cocks drag against each other, my piercing catching on the fabric of my underwear and tugging just enough to make my balls start to tighten. I’ll never get enough of the feeling of his bare skin on mine, the way his fingers blindly trace the shapes of my tattoos, the rise and fall of his chest as we get lost in the deep, hungry kiss.

Milo cants his hips and grunts impatiently, sliding his fingers over my hips and tugging on the waistband of my briefs. I break the kiss to lick and suck along his jaw, working my way down to his throat. I slide my underwear off, and his Adam’s apple vibrates against my lips with the soft, needy moan he lets out.

“Fuck, I need you inside me,” he gasps, wrapping his fingers around the base of my cock and giving me an impatient stroke.

His palm catches the barbell and my cock throbs, spilling precum into his hand as I grunt against his collarbone. I’m just as impatient as he is, but one big difference about being forty-six instead of twenty-eight is that I know how to savor the moment instead of rushing right for the finish line.

I memorize his body with my mouth, pressing kisses to small, barely visible scars and patches of freckles, laving my tongue over the hard pebbles of his nipples, nibbling on the rim of his belly button until he moans and writhes underneath me. His cockhead peeks out from his jock, but I leave it on. It looks too damn good on him to waste the opportunity.

Milo spreads his legs, and I continue my teasing journey. I suck a bruise onto his inner thigh, and he arches up off the bed, his toes curling and his cock flexing, testing the stretch of his jock. His skin is warm, and here between his legs, it tastes like sweat just as much as it tastes like soap.

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