Sunkissed Man - Pt 2
Milky Goddes Journal
This is a continuation of my Sunkissed Man fantasy…
Today, on my way home from work, I was a little rushed, a little tired. Something about the moon… or maybe my new platform, has been making me sleepy. I work, then I come home to do… more work. But this work is different. It’s enjoyable, using my skills… in a sensual, teasing way.
In the car, my creative juices started flowing. I have so many fantasies about this sunkissed man, but I never know where they’ll go when I write them. As I brainstormed and fantasized, I felt my nipples heat, demanding attention…
So here is Part Two.
It had been several days since the storage room encounter. We never really talked about it. Not even a text. Should I reach out first? Cross a boundary?
Oh, crying out loud. He DRANK from me. Kissed me deeply. Boundaries? Already overstepped. Gone.
I picked up my phone, nervous to text, then set it down on the sofa and walked away to do all the little things I’d been putting off.
My phone rings. I assume spam. Rings again. Maybe my mom? No… it’s him. My sunkissed man. Nervous, serious… usually it’s just emails.
“Can I come over?” he asks.
I pause, tidying, putting on a bra and top—no topless neighbor vibes today. “I’m always comfortable with you,” I tease, and he takes a deep breath. “Send me your address.”
I do, and I prep a little more, trying not to look like I’ve been expecting him… though I have.
The knock comes. He hugs me. I’m careful not to squish him—my breasts feel like glow sticks in the dark, lighting up for his eyes only. He’s not really looking at me. Frustration builds.
“Well… what is it?” I ask. “How do we handle this? We can’t continue business after this week, and we never talked about it after the fact.”
He kisses my cheek. Not a break-up kiss. Really?
Then hovers over my lips, smiling. “I don’t want to stop seeing you… more than work. Clothes on… and clothes off.”
And just like that, we collide. Entwined, heated, urgent. His cologne mingled with my essential oils. He moans softly into my mouth. His hands roam. My arms are around his neck, matching every wandering touch.
A thud. Laughter. We stumble toward the sofa. He lands perfectly at nipple height. I whisper in his ear, teasing, wet. He bites his lip, nods.
I straddle him. Taking my top off. His hands worship my hips, stomach, and breasts. I look like a living goddess. He kisses me with hunger, full of need. I unhook my nursing bra, and he’s surprised. I’ve been leaking… onto him. Betrayed by my body, yet turned on. Turned on by him.
He buries his face in my breasts, licking, sucking, moaning. I run my hands through his bronde hair, keeping him close. He gulps, emptying me, whispering, “Your milk is so sweet. I could do this forever.”
I giggle. “There’s more where that came from.” He takes the other nipple.
I tease him with my fingers… driving him wild. His erection presses into me through his clothes. I respond, stroking him, feeling his desperate need.
We explore each other fully. Fingers, mouths, skin on skin. Clothes disappear. His golden, athletic body glistens, every inch arousing. My hands trace his happy trail, down to the heat pressing against me.
I lay back. He positions himself at my wet entrance. Eyes locked. Slow, soft, explorative… savoring the moment before plunging in.
Our bodies move together. Moans, sighs, slick skin pressing, every touch and stroke a declaration of want. I grind, straddle, push back. He matches me in passion, need, and fire.
Fingers circle, hands stroke, mouths explore. I taste myself on him. He plunges inside—slow, deliberate, exquisite. We’re lost in heat, in ecstasy, in the divine fire of each other.
Nothing is rushed. Everything is worship.
This is the version I can share here.
The rest… the slower build, the unchecked desire, the parts that linger… is reserved for a smaller, braver room.
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Milky Goddess