To Love a Wolf; Sequel to Coyotes and Wolves, A Milo Manheim Original Story

If Kisses Could Cry

POV: Third Person

The hot water steamed around his tall naked frame, as Milo hung his head under the shower spray trying to clear his mind. Estella insisted on him taking his time to relax and wash away the stress and the tears from earlier. Once he was all settled down, he peaked his head out of the shower, his girlfriend waiting outside the enclosure, and perched on the sink.

"Baby?" He uttered, straining to see her from the shower without his contacts.

"Are you okay?" She asked, supportively.

"Why are you still out there, Estella?" Milo demanded, in a low impatient tone. "Just come in here."

"Milo..." She sighed, wanting him to relax. She hadn't been looking to put any more pressure on him.

"Please, baby." He uttered pleadingly, uncomfortable by the sound of vulnerability in his own voice. "I need you."

His request sounded so sad and so raw, she couldn't deny him anything.

Estella removed the pajamas that she had put on, and stepped lightly into the shower. Milo's strong and muscular body, glistened with droplets of water. But, despite his resemblance to an immortal hero from a Greek myth, his expression showed a vast contrast looking so lost and broken.

Her heart ached for him, and she wrapped herself around him, under the spray of the hot water. Her skin felt soft and warm like a gentle blanket against him. He began to run his fingers through her hair, as the water fell over her head and down her neck and back.

He shut his eyes, and lowered his head with a sigh,
"I'm so sorry, Princess." Milo voiced, softly.

She looked up, as his shame filled eyes averted their gaze away from her.
"None of that was your fault." She replied, knowingly.

"I promised you, that nothing was going to happen. But then it was because of me and my stupid family, that it all went to hell." He expressed, in a self-deprecating tone.

"Stop it, baby. Doesn't your family do this to you enough?" Estella expressed, in a mildly challenging voice. "You don't need to punish yourself like that."

He pulled her close to him, needing her touch to calm his guilt and his stressed mind.

"Princess?" He whispered, in her ear.

"Hmm?" She hummed, holding him tightly around his neck.

"Do you even know, what you did for me today?" He asked, expectantly.

She pulled back, and scrunched her brow, peering up at him.

"No." She replied, in confusion. "I didn't do anything, baby. You were helping me with my anxiety, and you got us away from him."

"You protected me." He expressed, in a thick emotional tone. "You protected me from both of them."

"Baby, all I did was piss him off." She scoffed, shaking her head. "I probably just made it worse."

"You had the guts to say what I never could." He countered. "You gave me the strength to stand up to him. I tried..." He shook his head. "...a million times. But I was always too scared, and even when I pushed through the fear-- he was just too strong. But, when I heard your voice today, I realized for the first time ever, that I'm not still a defenseless little kid. He's not some big scary monster anymore. I'm actually bigger and stronger than he is now. I don't think that ever even occurred to me until today."

"It's not just that you're physically stronger than him now. It's your heart and your will that's stronger. That's what really protected us today, baby." Estella expressed.

"If you didn't take that phone out of my hand, I might've gone back into the snake pit. I almost did." He admitted. "I can't...I just can't handle when my mom cries."

She sighed sadly at the amount of guilt he must've been feeling to even consider putting himself in that situation again.

"I don't know why I'm even surprised. I can't fucking believe him. And, I'm just really sorry about how he acted, and the shit he said to you. You didn't need to hear all that." Milo sighed, apologetically.

Estella just shook her head, dismissing his apology. He didn't need to be sorry for any of it.

She reached up to his face and pulled him down to meld their lips together in a gentle kiss that was deep and sensual. They felt their emotions rise within their bodies and through their skin. They took comfort in each other, feeling what it would be like if kisses could cry. The relief flooding over them, was immense.

Estella slid her hand down his chest and abs, and wrapped it around him, feeling the hard muscle and the silky skin of his erection. He gasped at the sudden sensation, and reached down to hold her wrist in place.

He leered down at her, his eyes still and soft, but intense. Shaking his head, he uttered in a breathy tone,
"No, angel. I just want you, and I want to take you slow."

Gripping his face firmly, she moved in closer.
"I'm here. I'm here, baby." She whispered into his partially gaping mouth, as he immediately took control of the kiss, remaining gentle but passionate.

Milo needed her comfort now more than a sexual release. He wanted to be close to her, to hold her, and to be held by her. This wasn't only about his or her pleasure, but the combination of their bodies and emotions intertwining. They felt the most secure and the safest in each other's embrace, and that's what he desperately wanted more than anything in this moment. For once, it wasn't about making the bad feelings go away, it was about feeling them together and knowing that it was okay, and that they weren't alone.

Estella climbed up his body as he lifted her up, holding her and supporting her against his chest. Their skin passionately kissed as she melted into him, their mouths breathing life into one another.

Milo held her and placed her gently against the tile wall, his manhood instinctively seeking out the feeling of home inside of her. Her core welcoming him, and encapsulating him in a warm and pleasurable embrace.

He gave love and affection to her firm but soft breasts which served almost as food for comfort in this moment, as his mouth hungrily feasted upon them.

He elongated his thrusts, slowly and sensually taking in the feeling of her core sliding and contracting against every inch of his phallus. He could identify a burst of pleasure on each and every nerve as he moved to fill her, trying desperately to become one with her.

His careful and precise thrusts provided a slow richness to build up within her, which grew more and more at each sensual point of contact.

Both struggling with their emotions, as the urge to release tears of love and gratitude for one another rose to a level that was almost impossible to ignore.

Milo felt the dam begin to break behind his eyes, but didn't try to hide it as he looked upon the face of his loving Princess. Her glistening eyes mirrored his own.

"Baby...I love you so much." His voice creaked, through their deep bursts of shared pleasure.
"I'm..."

"I know, my love. Me too." She whispered, her own voice catching in her throat. "Together?"

"Forever." He expressed emotionally, trapping her cries of release into his mouth, as their souls sang out in a rich harmony.

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