MILO
He waits and she hesitates, and Milo’s meeting her gaze when she draws back to look at him. All she’ll find is love and adoration in his gaze, the bronze swirled with a hue of lust as well. He lifts her, settles and stills, hands finding purchase on her skin wherever he can reach and still Milo waits.
It isn’t until she’s readjusting them, the way her thighs draw him in and he can feel her warmth against his hardened length that he’s watching her with a more primal gaze, breath hitching the second her voice reaches him and the desperation within is evident. Even despite the glitter, he wants to be able to give her a distraction, something else to focus on.
Her hands are in his hair, tipping his head back as she dives in and Milo breathes a sigh of relief, hands roaming along her skin again – fingers digging in to keep her close to him as the water rolls along their skin. “’ts always been y’too.” He breathes a second before she’s diving in and their lips are meeting. He dives in, tongue swiping along her lower lip, wanting to throw himself into her with abandon.
Hands find her hips and readjust her legs a bit to line them up a bit more, his mind and lips singularly focused on the taste of her and the feel of her, and he taunts both her and himself, slipping his cock into her a small amount before pausing a second, sucking down a slow breath through his nose, and with it Milo presses into her further and just as slow.
It isn’t until she’s readjusting them, the way her thighs draw him in and he can feel her warmth against his hardened length that he’s watching her with a more primal gaze, breath hitching the second her voice reaches him and the desperation within is evident. Even despite the glitter, he wants to be able to give her a distraction, something else to focus on.
Her hands are in his hair, tipping his head back as she dives in and Milo breathes a sigh of relief, hands roaming along her skin again – fingers digging in to keep her close to him as the water rolls along their skin. “’ts always been y’too.” He breathes a second before she’s diving in and their lips are meeting. He dives in, tongue swiping along her lower lip, wanting to throw himself into her with abandon.
Hands find her hips and readjust her legs a bit to line them up a bit more, his mind and lips singularly focused on the taste of her and the feel of her, and he taunts both her and himself, slipping his cock into her a small amount before pausing a second, sucking down a slow breath through his nose, and with it Milo presses into her further and just as slow.
as long as we don't die,
this is gonna be one hell of a story
this is gonna be one hell of a story
