For about ten seconds, I lie there, utterly devastated in the best way imaginable by what Milo has just done to me.
And then I move to do the same for him.
He catches me gently with his hand, stopping me.
I stare up at him in confusion. “What’s wrong?”
“There’s no need.” He grins sheepishly. “Lost control about one second after you did.”
My eyes widen as I realize what he’s saying. He came just from watching me come?
“That’s so not fair,” I whine, collapsing onto my back and covering my face with a pillow. “I never even got to take your shirt off.”
He laughs out loud. “If it means that much to you, go ahead.”
I peek back at him from behind my pillow, contemplating whether he’s serious or not. It’s stupid, I know, but it’s only fair. He got to see my entire naked body, after all.
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