Page 84 of Virgin Skin

“Oh,” he breathes after a second, his muscles relaxing and his hole sucking me in another inch.

“Oh,” I echo him on a moan, falling forward to brace my hands on either side of his head, his legs wrapped around my waist.

Milo rocks his hips experimentally, drawing me another inch deeper. The head of my cock lands against the spongy, swollen spot inside of him and he spills long, sticky ropes of precum onto his belly. His warm breath bathes my face and the drag of my piercing against his prostate sends shockwaves all the way down my shaft to settle in my balls.

“How are you doing, baby?” My muscles quake with the effort of holding still, my balls tightening and aching with every twitch and clench of his inner muscles.

“Good,” he moans, finally releasing his death grip on the sheets to put his hands on me again. The movement seems to alert him to how tense his body was and suddenly he relaxes, melting into me, opening up for me, breathing a horny, eager sound against my lips. “Fuck me. I’m ready.”

I groan, and my tight grip on my self-control finally snaps. I catch his mouth in a kiss as I sink the rest of the way into his tight heat. He feels like heaven. Better than heaven. Being inside him feels like coming home.

The room fills with the creak of the bed, our muffled moans, and the sound of our skin slapping as I find the rhythm that makes him dig his fingers into my biceps a little harder. Our tongues tangle in a sloppy kiss, our mouths jarred apart with every thrust, only to find each other again over and over. I swallow every gasp and whine Milo feeds me, memorizing the taste of pleasure on his lips and the way his thighs shake and tighten around my hips every time I hit the right spot.

He leaves smears of precum on my belly, his jockstrap tugged down around his balls now, his hips flexing and snapping to meet my thrusts. For the brief moments we aren’t kissing, Milo pantsyesandmoreandEwanlike they’re the only words he knows. I can only seem to remember one sentence.

“I love you. I love you. I love you.” I whisper it into his ear, I murmur it against his lips, I moan it between thrusts and as I suck bruises onto his throat. “I love you.”

“Love,” he groans back, digging his fingers into my skin, leaving fingerprints tattooed everywhere he touches.

He writhes and thrashes and trembles, clenching his eyes shut and then forcing them open like he can’t bear to miss a second of this. My balls tighten and the coil of heat in my gut swells bigger and bigger. I’m so close, and the thought of filling him up with my cum, leaving it dripping from his hole, then doing it all over again in the morning if he’s up for it, has me gritting my teeth to keep from going over the edge. He’s not the only one who doesn’t want to miss this moment.

I reach between us and wrap my hand around his cock. Just like when I entered him, his eyes widen and his swollen, wet lips fall open. It only takes two strokes before he shouts my name,his hole squeezing around my cock and his dick spasming in my grip.

“I’m coming,” he shouts needlessly, followed by a sob. He thrashes and bucks, pulsing around my cock until I can’t hold on a second longer.

I shove my tongue between his slack lips and groan into his mouth as the heat in my gut explodes and my cock answers his inner throbbing with dizzying pulses of its own. Hard pulses of cum paint his insides, my balls squeezing so tight I wouldn’t be surprised if I sprained something as I empty myself deep inside of him.

We grind together, chasing every last wave of pleasure and aftershock, panting into each other’s mouths in clumsy not-quite kisses until we’re both spent.

I ease my cock out of him and he flinches, then I collapse on the bed next to Milo and drag him into my arms. We’re both sticky with sweat and cum and lube, our chests heaving with our wheezing breaths.

“Was it worth the wait?” I ask, carding my fingers through his hair.

Milo presses himself even closer to me, like he wants to melt together until we’re just one person, and nuzzles his nose against mine.

“Youwere worth the wait,” he says.

My heart skips a beat, and it dawns on me just how long I was waiting for this, forhimwithout even realizing it. He’s everything I never knew I wanted.

“So were you.”

He smiles and brushes a light kiss to my lips.

“We’re done waiting though. This is our happily ever after moment, isn’t it?”

“For as long as you’ll have me,” I promise. Maybe this is my karma for the years I spent teasing Arrow for falling so hard andfast for too many different men. This is technically only my first date with Milo, and I’m wondering if he’d like a gold or silver engagement ring better.

“Forever.” He echoes the sentiment in my thoughts.

“How about this,” I say. “Shower, dinner, change the sheets, andthenwe can get around to forever?”

“Deal.” Milo chuckles and kisses me again, like he just can’t get enough of doing it, like he’s just as madly, deeply, wildly in love with me as I am with him. Like he really means forever just like I do.

Chapter 27

MILO

“Wait,” I gasp, clenchingmy eyes closed and flinching away.

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