She sighs. “No dad and my mom didn’t want to teach me. She said teaching my older sister was bad enough.”
Why did it feel like I was meeting Milly for the first time? There was still so much to learn about her. “I didn’t know about your dad,” I say softly as I put the car into gear and start navigating my way out onto the streets of Boston.
“He left when I was a baby. Came back around when I was little for a few years but left again.” She says it so casually like it doesn’t matter. But it does.
“I’m sorry he wasn’t around much,” I murmur, reaching over the car’s console to take her hand.
“It’s not a big deal. I have an amazing grandfather who is like my dad.”
“And he couldn’t teach you how to drive?” I still can’t get over this. When we get back to England, I’m going to take her out to Waterstone Park where there’s plenty of space and teach her.
Milly directs me through Boston until we’re on a quiet residential street. Her flat is one of several in an old converted Victorian home. It’s ungodly small but perfectly Milly. Every room is filled with an eclectic assortment of furnishings and is painted a different color. The kitchen is a bright turquoise and the living/dining room is a cheerful coral. I love every square meter of it.
“I know it’s small,” Milly says, inspecting the space through a critical lens. “But I own it. It’ll be sad to sell it.”
Slowly, I walk up behind her and place my hands on her shoulders. I knead them softly and then place a light kiss just below her earlobe. “Giving up your life here to be with me in England is the greatest gift anyone has ever given me. I promise you’ll never regret it.”
Milly
Being home is weird. As much as I love my condo and all that it represents, it doesn’t feel like home anymore. Home is with Ben. Home is a cozy flat in the middle of Notting Hill or a noisy, crowded pub.
Ben’s promise echoes in my ears but really, he has nothing to worry about. I lean against his strong frame and sigh. “I’m proud of all I’ve accomplished but it’s time to move on. I’m not giving up anything, Ben. I’m getting what I’ve always wanted.”
He spins me and traps me in his arms. “Good, now it’s time I get what I wanted.” His hands travel down the length of my back to my ass and he lifts me. My legs wrap around his waist as he starts to carry me through my small condo. “One of these doors must lead to a bedroom.”
He kicks open each door until finally, we make it to my bedroom. “That’s the ticket,” he growls right before he dumps me onto my bed. I feel like a voyeur as I watch him work furiously to unbuckle his belt and unfasten his jeans. “You’ve been quite the tease and I’ve restrained myself for far too long.”
The sight of his hard cock in his hand makes me lick my lips. It also makes me wonder why the fuck I’m still dressed. I start to remove my shirt but Ben stops me. “Oh no, sweetheart. I want to fuck your pretty mouth.”
I scoot to the edge of the bed as he approaches, stroking himself; his eyes dark, smoldering and focused on me. He runs his thumb along my bottom lip and presses down, forcing my mouth to open.
Then I get my first taste of his clean masculinity. Instantly, I devour him. I feel starved and greedy, like feasting on him isn’t enough. I sneak one hand below the waistband of my jeans and brush it along the front of my panties. A tremor of need runs through my body.
“Tsk tsk,” Ben admonishes, looking down at me through his hooded gaze. “Wait your turn.”
When Ben and I are together, there are no rules for how we make love to each other. Some nights, it’s slow and lazy and other times, it’s fast and frantic. Tonight, Ben is all alpha, ready to push my boundaries. The anticipation of feeling him inside of me, of being filled with his cock, of feeling him explode makes me drenched. I want him to fuck my mouth but I’m dying for him to fuck my pussy.
“Please,” I beg, letting his cock pop from my mouth. The ache between my legs is growing and I need something, anything to ease it just a little.
He cups my breast with one hand, squeezing and kneading it while the other hand brushes the tip of his cock along my lips. It slips back inside my mouth and I suck him right down to the base, until I feel the head hit the back of my throat before instantly releasing it.
“Fuck, sweetheart, I might just cum down your throat.”
YES!I scream internally.
I repeat the same action, taking him deep and then quickly releasing him. His cock is rock hard when I reach out to cup his balls. I lavish the head with my tongue, swirling and sucking until he starts to tense. My cheeks hollow as I suck him hard and deep until his cock begins to pulse in my mouth and the first hot streams of his orgasm land on my tongue. Ben moans as I drain the last drops from his cock before he slips out.
Ben looks down, pleased as he runs his fingers across my cheek. “I don’t deserve you,” he says with a soft smile.
My impatience dies down and I stand up. “Yes, you do,” I tell him. “We deserve each other.”
The rest of his clothes come off as do mine until there’s a small pile on the floor. He brushes my hair back, exposing my shoulder and bends his head to place a soft kiss there. His hands are warm and soft as they travel the length of my body. He hitches one leg up, holding it against his thigh as he draws me close for a kiss. His cock brushes against my center and I moan, my desire for more re-igniting.
My arms wrap around his neck as Ben lifts me slightly and together, we fall onto the bed. Our kisses deepen and grow heated as his hands trace familiar paths along my curves until they brush against the apex of my thighs. I open for him automatically, ready for more of his touch.
Ben makes love to me slowly, sinking his cock deep inside of me. Every movement is calculated and thoughtful because this more than just making love. This is worship. His mouth reverently covers one nipple, sucking it gently into his mouth before letting it fall out.
“What do you want,” he asks breathlessly as we move towards ecstasy together.
