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A sob caught in her throat. She wanted years. She wanted the rest of her life spent in his arms, in his bed.
She lifted her hips as his hands tugged at the waist of her cotton sleep pants. He pulled them, along with her panties, over her hips and down her legs. As he tossed the material away, he rose to his feet and removed his jeans, revealing the hard, fully erect flesh her body was so eager for.
She couldn’t deny herself the needs rushing through her. She knew, sensed with every fiber of her being, that soon Micah would walk out of her life. She had so precious little time to store the memories she needed to carry inside her.
“I love touching you, tasting you,” she sighed as she smoothed her hands up his hard thighs.
“I love your touch,” he groaned. But the sound could have been caused by the sensation of her hand stroking down his cock.
It was heavy, thick. The broad head was tapered at the tip and broad at the flared base before it curved into the shaft. The flesh was dark, with thick veins pulsing beneath. As she stroked him, a pearly bead of semen formed at the tip, drawing her mouth.
“Ah, Risa. Sweet, sweet Risa,” he crooned in that desert-rough voice of his as her tongue licked over him. “Sweet love. How will I ever survive without this?”
How would she survive without it?
Her lips followed her tongue, covered the heated cock head and drew it into her mouth. He tasted like summer in the middle of winter. Addictive. Powerful.
Her tongue flickered over the underside as she sucked him in, loving the feel and the taste of him in her mouth. She hungered for him. It was a hunger she could only associate to Micah. Not to a drug. Not to anything unnatural
. Needing Micah was as natural as the land needing rain, or flowers needing sunshine. It was imperative. It was the key to survival.
Drawing back, she surveyed the slick wetness she had left on the tip, laved over it again with her tongue, and gloried in the hard groan that echoed from his chest.
“I’m wet.” She lifted her head and stared up at him, aroused past the point of sanity. “I need you inside me.”
“Hell.” He knelt in front of the bed again.
The position was perfect. His hips were aligned with hers as he pushed her thighs apart. His cock pressed against the swollen bare folds of her pussy. The head of it had more of her juices flowing, her muscles convulsing in anticipation.
Risa watched, eyes wide, fighting to breathe, fascinated by the sight of that thick crest parting her folds and nudging against the entrance to her body.
For one incredibly insane moment she wished she weren’t on birth control. She wished for things she couldn’t have. She wanted his child. A part of him that couldn’t be taken from her.
“Slow and easy?” His rough voice distracted her. “Or fast and hard? Which do you want, baby?”
His hands framed her breasts, lifting them to allow his mouth to stroke over them. Fire erupted in her nipples and streaked to her belly. Her breath caught at the pleasure, at the incredible need surging through her.
“Fast and hard. This time,” she panted.
His lips quirked, an almost-smile that charmed her, that warmed her.
“Slow and easy next time?” He pressed in, the width of him stretching her opening, sending flares of liquid heat to streak through her veins.
“Oh God yes,” she cried out, leaning back on her elbows because she didn’t have the strength to sit up and she wanted to watch. She wanted to see him take her. “Next time, slow and easy.”
He paused, the heavy head alone lodged inside her as she felt her inner muscles suckling at it, trying to draw it farther inside her.
“Fast and hard?” he asked again.
She lifted her head, licked her lips, and said, “Fast and hard, Micah. Fuck me like you’ll never fuck me again.”
CHAPTER 22
MICAH PAUSED as Risa allowed the words to pass her lips. His eyes narrowed. “Naughty baby,” he crooned with a sensual little grin.
“I’ve said that word before,” she gasped as she felt his cock throbbing inside her.
“Do you want to get naughtier, pretty Risa?” His hands slid from her thighs to her breasts. He cupped them, shaped them, tweaked her nipples, then rubbed the little pain away.
