Page 70 of Learn Your Limits
His fingertips dance across my skin, tracing along my spine as I rock forward until only the head of his dick rests inside of me, my teeth sinking into my bottom lip to suppress a moan.
Stealing another glance over my shoulder, I find Milo’s focus fixed on where we’re joined, and it has me pressing back to take him farther into my body once more. His grip immediately moves to my waist, his gaze lifting to meet mine, revealing stormy green irises nearly consumed by lust-blown pupils.
“You’re so fucking hot and tight for me, baby,” he groans. Burying himself inside of me, he keeps my hips flush against his as he grinds into me. “Come here,” he commands, snaking an arm across my torso to pull me up and hold me in place, my back to his chest. He slams into me, angling himself in a way that has the head of his cock lighting up every nerve ending inside of me with each deep thrust. When he pegs the right spot, a sharp zap of heat shoots straight through me.
The feeling intensifies when he releases my torso and moves his hand to the base of my throat, applying just the right amount of pressure to steal the breath from my lungs.
My cock begins to pulse between my legs as my orgasm rushes to the surface. “Daddy, fuck,” I breathe. “I’m gonna come.” The words fall from my lips on a moan just as he thrusts into me with force, sending me flying over the edge. My head falls to my chest in shock as my mouth drops open with a long drawn out moan, watching as cum spills from my cock, painting the dark blue comforter in streaks of white… without him even touching me.
Milo fucks me through it, using my body to chase his own release. Shifting one arm back, I reach over my head to grasp his hair, desperately needing the connection as I ride out the blissful waves. My other hand moves to hold on to his forearm where his hand is still wrapped around the base of my throat.
“You were just so worked up, weren’t you?” he rasps, moving his hand from my hip to follow the cut V-line of my abdomen,grasping my still hard cock. His grip is tight as he runs his hand down my length like he’s desperate to wring out every last drop. “Needy little thing,” he groans, his warm breath a caress on my bare shoulder. “You’re going to take all of Daddy’s cum like a good boy, aren’t you?” He presses kiss after kiss along my shoulder, trailing his lips over my heated flesh to the nape of my neck.
The feeling of his mouth on the back of my neck sends a delicious chill down my spine, goosebumps peppering along my skin. “Yes, yes, yes,” I chant breathlessly through the post-orgasm haze.
Holding me closer, Milo growls into my ear as he thrusts one final time before holding my body in place. A deep, guttural groan rumbles from his chest as he finally spills inside of me.
With our panting breaths filling the silence, Milo’s hand moves from my throat to my chin, turning my face to the side as he seals his lips over mine. The kiss is slow and gentle. It’s a kiss filled with all that we have been through and all that we have to look forward to.
It’s everything.
Chapter forty-nine
Emiliano
Traces of plum and black currant linger on my tastebuds after sampling a bottle of Bordeaux to accompany mine and Reid’s meal tonight. My nervousness fades for a few minutes while I bury myself in something familiar; talking to our waitress about the restaurant’s vast collection of French wines as I wait for Reid to arrive.
Today is Valentine’s Day, the first one we’ll be sharing together, and I am going to ask him to move in with me.
Truth be told, I’ve wanted to ask him to live with me for weeks, but I was afraid to rush into things when we were at a delicate balance in our relationship. Now, though, forgiveness and the future are one and the same, and I’m ready to solidify things.
“Enjoy, and please wave me over if I can get you anything else before your date arrives,” the waitress offers with a friendly smile. Her steps echo in the small restaurant, all hardwood and original craftsman design from when it was built a hundred years ago.
A smirk spreads across my face as I look around the candlelit dining area, remembering how Reid was texting me non-stop, asking what to wear tonight. He mentioned how he’d never been to this restaurant before and was unsure of what to wear to a place that serves ratatouille.
Even with observing the rest of the restaurant and its patrons, my eyes remain aware of the front door, eager to see my date tonight. I fear the extra key in my pocket will burn a hole through my pants with how much anticipation is coursing through me.
Only taking my eyes away from the entrance for a second to peer into my wine is enough time to miss his arrival, apparently. The sound of his familiar deep voice pulls my attention to where the hostess is greeting customers. The young woman gestures in my direction, and I watch as a bright smile spreads across Reid’s face when his eyes meet mine.
He’s dressed similarly to me, wearing a black long-sleeved dress shirt rolled up to his elbows and tucked into a pair of dark gray slacks, a brown leather belt around his waist. His auburn hair, usually effortlessly tousled, has been combed neatly into place.
He catches his bottom lip between his teeth as he smiles, his gaze locked on mine as I stand from the table to greet him. Placing his hand on my lower back, Reid leans down to press his lips gently to mine before he says, “Hey, handsome. I hope I didn’t keep you waiting too long.”
“Not at all, I only had enough time to select a wine for us,” I reply, pulling out his chair and making sure he sits comfortably. Reid blushes as he takes his seat, and I catch him appreciating my outfit while I move back to my own. I’m not a vain man, but I cannot deny the striking couple we make, even more so with our accidentally coordinated outfits. “You are captivating tonight.”
“Only because you make me feel that way,” he says with a soft smile, reaching across the intimate table to take my hand in his.
We sit in a comfortable silence for a few moments, gazing lovingly at each other before Reid clears his throat and chuckles, diverting his attention to the menu. His thumb rubs in soft circles across the back of my hand as he says, “So, what’s your favorite thing on the menu? Not gonna lie, you might have to guide me a little bit here, otherwise I might do something crazy and just order their fancy version of mac ‘n cheese.”
My laugh mixes with his as I join him in scanning the menu. “Well, their mac ‘n cheese is very good, actually, but you might need something more substantial.”
“What if I’m saving room for dessert?”
Heat blooms under my skin at the question. Ever the flirt, Reid licks at his bottom lip teasingly, his fingers wrapping around one of mine and stroking it in a way that’s anything but innocent.
“We both know you’re insatiable,” I chastise, my eyes darting down to watch as he continues to tease. Raising my eyes to meet his, I raise an eyebrow in amusement. “Are you sure you’ll be able to behave through dinner?”
“I can’t make any promises, but I’lltryto be a good boy.”
