Page 53 of Into the Blue
“Okay,” I murmur, eyes flitting left and right between his.
A snake, I am.
A manipulator, I am.
None of that would stop me from taking this little piece of him.
“It’s…” I lean in, even as he pulls me toward his face with his touch at my chin.
Our lips are moments from touching.
His breath on my lips sends tingles along my nerves and my eyes close. “Milo Leonel Dupont,” he confesses between the seam of my lips.
The kiss is unlike any of the ones that preceded it.
He’s gentle, soft with me. Softer than I deserve but as soft as I yearn to be with him. His vulnerability tastes like serenity on my deceitful tongue.
Blue takes his time to show me what it means to belong to him and hold those painful parts that need to be shielded from the world. I don’t know if I can bear to hold them when I know I’m unworthy.
And yet, he continues to kiss me slowly.
Unbearably slow as his true name rings around in my head though his voice was so low I almost missed it.
His hands are roaming my body. The covers that once separated us, forgotten and gone.
“You always smell so damn good,” he pants, rolling me over to straddle him. His nose pressed into my neck, buried in my hair.
I kiss his forehead to his temple, down his chest over other scars he didn’t tell me about, to his taut stomach, tongue running over the grooves there until I reach his joggers. His length is pressing against the front of them.
He watches me from where I kneel between his legs, hands poised to remove this final barrier between his dick and my lips.
He helps me by lifting his hips, so that I can take the pants and boxers off at once.
Before me, he’s completely naked.
This is an achievement.
Something to brag about.
I don’t know anyone who could have the same badge on their vest.
I could understand why he never took his shirt off with me before. There’s too much raw vulnerability there. Too much to explain and give power to.
But I saw it.
I see him.
His dick bobs in front of me and I’ve never been more eager to slide my lips around someone as I am right now.
He gave me the power, not knowing that I should be the last person he exposes himself to.
Lust and greed mingle in a dangerous dance through my blood, kneeling between his legs like this.
It’s too late to take it back now.
Milo.
The first drag of my tongue up the thick vein along the underside of his dick is the surge of power I didn’t expect. He grits his teeth and a hand combs the hair from my face so he can see what I’m doing better.
