“O-okay.” I walk Milo down the hall to the back corner of the house. My room overlooked the small side yard between our house and Diana’s aunt and uncle’s house.
We enter my childhood bedroom and I start to see it with new eyes, different eyes as Milo takes in the dance and gymnastic trophies lining the shelf on my bookcase.
“Do you still do it?”
“Do what?” I ask over his shoulder.
“Dance.” I hadn’t thought about dance in a long time. I stopped when I was sixteen after an ankle sprain prevented me from competing.
“No, not really. I did ballet until I was sixteen.” The trophy he’s holding is my first place finish the year prior when I was fifteen at nationals. It seemed like a lifetime ago I had resigned knowing I would never dance for the NYC ballet company.
“You have a lot of pink in here.” He remarks dryly replacing the trophy, fingering a faded pink toe shoe ribbon. He backs me up to my bed. His eyes follow me and my legs bump the bed behind me.
I swallow a breath.
“I’m a girl, I like pink. Sue me.”
“Oh, I’m going to do more than that. I’m going to eat your pretty pink pussy before dinner because I like my dessert first.”
I’m rendered completely jaw droopingly speechless as Milo pushes me back and I land on my bed in a flounce of skirts. He gets down on his knees, eye level with my waist and pushes my knees apart.
“Is this practice?” I bite my lip ready to chew the skin raw. This is supposed to be a temporary thing even though I agreed to the sexy part because really, who in their right mind could be celibate for a year or more married to Dr. Milo Lazare.
“I like to make sure I study all the appropriate material. Now lay back and legs up.”
“This is so weird.” I mutter as Milo arranges me on my bed close to the edge. My dress is bunched up and I can barely see his dark head over the poof of skirts between my thighs. I can’t stop thinking doctorly related thoughts but this is nothing any doctor would do.
“Relax Piper, I want to make you feel good.” I exhale a breath I didn’t realize I had been holding when I feel his hands trail up my legs. The closer he gets to my center the wetter I feel. Wet silk constricts as he pulls my panties to the side. I shift on the bed and a hand sneaks between us resting on my stomach.
“Easy Piper.” I feel like he’s trying to calm me before the storm. He’s a hurricane with his desire and I don’t have a place to find sufficient shelter or escape from him. My underwear is so wet I’m squirming and uncomfortable.
Warm breath caresses me and his thumbs rub the indentation between my pussy lips and my legs. I try controlling my breathing and he continues with his tender ministrations. The stress of the past few days leaks out from my eyes as silent burning tears. I want this, I want all of it, but I can’t help the overwhelming feelings surrounding the deception of those important to me.
“You are way too tense for a happy bride to be Piper.” I feel the ends of Milo’s hair caress my thighs. His nose nudges me and I feel a tight pressure as his fingers open me wider. I’m ready to freak out because few have seen me like this, open and exposed.
“Every part of you is so pretty to me.” He murmurs delivering the airiest of butterfly kisses against skin.
I can’t stop the moan from my lips when his tongue laves my core. “You’re pretty studious aren’t you?” I try to make a joke but stop when his tongue licks me again from bottom to top. I’m so so wet, embarrassingly wet for Milo who is groaning into me with each lick of my cunt pressing his tongue deeper and rubbing his whole face into it.
“You’re pretty delicious.” He says going to town eating me out like he’s been starving for days. The sensations make me writhe on the bed but he holds me steadfast. I come on an open mouth cry when his tongue dives deep met with his finger curling inside me pressing up and stroking me until I’m strung out. It’s insanely hot and I feel as though I’ve sweated through my clothes.
I try grabbing for Milo and his hands catch mine holding them as he licks and sucks me back down my heart beating fast and furiously leaving me slightly out of touch with reality. My limbs are jelly and my mind disconnected, my only thoughts are a stream of consciousness I can’t control for once.
I lay quiet catching my breath, eyes squeezed shut. I hear Milo shuffle around and return from the bathroom outside my bedroom. A warm cloth presses against me and water falls between my cheeks. Milo cleans me up and goes to my dresser opening drawers. I bask in the moment when I feel his hand grab for my ankle. He slips on a new pair of underwear, soft and lacy.
I lean up to look at his face handsome as ever. His voice is tinged with an
accent as if he’s forgotten how long he’s been living here and says, “There, good as new.”
He gives me a hand and picks me up. I wobble on unsteady feet following him out into the living room.
“We should hurry or we’ll be late for dinner sweetheart.” His hand cups my cheek pulling me in for a light kiss on my lips where I can still taste myself faint and musky.
“But before I forget.” He slips something out of his pocket and lowers himself in front of me on one knee.
“M-Milo?” I’m unable to form a coherent thought except for the one that registers Milo Lazare down on bended knee. I imagined this a hundred different ways as a little girl growing up, I never once thought it would be right after a man pleasured me to perfection without expecting a return or a man who I agreed to marry to fulfill a Visa requirement. It was surreal.
“Piper Jane Scott, will you do me the honor of becoming my wife?” I could collect flies with my mouth hanging open.