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He chuckled again, then stroked my face. “No. But maybe we’ll…take our time.”
I frowned. “You want to stop?”
He cocked his head. “Do you?”
Immediately, I shook my head. “No. This feels good. I just want to keep feeling good.”
Michael pulled me close for another deep, mind-altering kiss. “I think I can handle that.”
He continued kissing me as his hand played with the elastic of my underwear, then eventually pulled it aside.
“Tell me if you want me to stop,” he said as his thumb drifted up and down my core.
I shuddered as it found my clit. “I won’t.”
There was another chuckle, replaced by a voracious kiss as his fingers traveled lower, and then one slipped inside me and started a slow rhythm that quickly rendered me breathless and clinging to him for support.
“You like that?” His voice rumbled against my ear, and his breathing was heavy, but it felt like an honest question.
“I—oh! Yesss,” I hissed as he nibbled on my ear.
My body arched into his touch, my breath growing more ragged and desperate. His fingers moved inside me, exploring and teasing until my body was writhing against his. Bliss took me over, rendering me unable to think of anything except the unbearable anticipation and the exquisite ache that throbbed deep inside me.
He knew what I wanted, and he was giving it to me, little by little. I clung to him desperately, my breaths coming in short, ragged gulps and my heart pounding wildly in my chest.
As his fingers worked their magic, Michael kissed me again. A second finger joined the first, stretching me and sending me into a frenzy of pleasure and need. His fingers were familiar and yet foreign, even more as his thumb settled over my clit and found a rhythm to match the other two.
“Are you ready?” he asked, his voice a low growl. His breath was hot and heavy against my skin.
“Y-yes,” I whimpered. Though for what, I wasn’t sure.
I knew what orgasms felt like, at least when I gave them to myself. But the anticipation had never felt like this. Not with this dripping, anxious, body-wrenching desire to be close, closer, closer, without any understanding of how it could happen. It was like comparing a drizzle to a rainstorm. Didn’t even come close.
As my mind reeled and my body braced itself against the oncoming tidal wave, Michael’s knowing hand continued to expertly move within me. I was dizzy with want, barely able to register the feel of his lips on my neck, my ear, even tugging my breast between his teeth. I knew what I wanted, what my body craved, but I had never had anyone guide me through it before. I had never trusted anyone enough to let them in, to let them take control.
But now, Michael was showing me how. He was teaching me to let go in ways my body understood, in ways my mind couldn’t comprehend. I was putty in his hands, falling, tumbling headlong into a world of pleasure. Terrifying but thrilling all at once.
His fingers continued to tease and stroke, and I knew I was close.
“That’s it, my contessa,” he rumbled. “Fuck my hand, baby. Let me feel you come.”
And so, I did. The wave within me broke, and I surrendered completely to its ebb and flow, to the raw, animalistic need that was coursing through me with the strength of a riptide.
“Michael!” The cry choked me, but he covered it with kisses, swallowing the rest of my shouts as I came undone on his lap.
I shuddered and gasped for air, my body still shaking even as he slipped his fingers from my depths, leaving my core throbbing and sensitive. His chest welcomed my collapse while his other hand played up and down my spine, and his heartbeat thumped solidly under my cheek.
Eventually, I returned to the moment. To this room that I had made for us, in a way. It offered a bit of peace, knowing that.
But while my body was languid and loose from my release, his was anything but. Especially the part of him that was still encased in denim and hard as stone between my thighs.
Somehow, I managed to push myself up.
His brown eyes were big and searching when they found mine.
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he whispered as his hands drew a path over my back. “You all right?”
I nodded. “I’m good. But what about, um, you?”
