MILO
They come together easily, like puzzle pieces that seem to just fit, and it’s with relief that she helps to readjust herself with him so that Milo doesn’t have to strain so far in trying to distract her. Her hand tightens in his red hair, their lips crashing and tongues tangling, broken up only by the sound that leaves her and the huff of air that passes through his nose as he feels her as he slips into her.
Her legs tighten around him and draw him closer, and Milo gives into it – giving her time to readjust as he dives into her fully, until they’re joined, until he’s nearly aching with his restraint. And once he thinks he’s settled and she’s settled enough, Milo pulls away from the kiss in time to hear her muffled I love you, leaning back a fraction as his arms continue to wind around her and support her. “Love y’too.” He breathes, pulling out just enough to thrust and pick a rhythm.
It’s a perfect position for them with the cooling sensation of the water to their side, the way he can keep her near while still also offering her pleasure, giving her enough room to arch and move however she wishes. But as he’d promised prior, his gaze is lustful and swirling with desire as he watches her from a half lidded gaze, trying to see just what all had changed in this new face of hers, trying to get used to it all the same as he drives himself into her – his own quiet moans given to her with each and every thrust.
Her legs tighten around him and draw him closer, and Milo gives into it – giving her time to readjust as he dives into her fully, until they’re joined, until he’s nearly aching with his restraint. And once he thinks he’s settled and she’s settled enough, Milo pulls away from the kiss in time to hear her muffled I love you, leaning back a fraction as his arms continue to wind around her and support her. “Love y’too.” He breathes, pulling out just enough to thrust and pick a rhythm.
It’s a perfect position for them with the cooling sensation of the water to their side, the way he can keep her near while still also offering her pleasure, giving her enough room to arch and move however she wishes. But as he’d promised prior, his gaze is lustful and swirling with desire as he watches her from a half lidded gaze, trying to see just what all had changed in this new face of hers, trying to get used to it all the same as he drives himself into her – his own quiet moans given to her with each and every thrust.
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
