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He tucked the head of his cock between her thighs, pressed it against the swollen folds, and eased it just inside.
“Take me, Risa. Work your pretty pussy over my cock. Show me how naughty you want to get.”
How naughty she wanted to get.
Risa stared into the mirror, her gaze fixated on Micah. His shoulders flexed with power; a small rivulet of perspiration ran down his chest to be absorbed by the spattering of rich black hair that grew across it.
His abdomen flexed. His hands tightened on her hips, and Risa moved.
She watched her hips press back, felt the full width of his cock stretching her, overstretching her, taking her.
“Micah,” she breathed his name in a rush of exquisite pleasure.
She pulled almost free of him and watched the tight grimace of hunger that twisted his face. His lips were drawn back from his teeth; he looked wild, primitive. He made her feel wild.
“Touch your breasts, Risa,” he groaned as she stroked back on his erection. “Let me see you play with those tight little nipples. I love your nipples. Sweet little berries that taste like nectar against my tongue.”
She moaned and lifted one hand to play with a nipple. She gripped it, tugged at it, and worked herself on the stiff flesh impaling her.
She was becoming lost in the pleasure. She could feel it. With her eyes locked on his, she let her fingers trail from her breast to her stomach. Curiosity consumed her as deeply as the passion. Her fingers moved between her thighs, and she moaned at the feeling of her hot juices against her fingertips. Her lips parted on a silent cry as those fingers encountered the iron-hard flesh she was moving on.
A silent snarl curled his lips as his head tilted back on his shoulders, his eyes closing as pleasure tightened his face. The sight of it weakened her, threw her closer to orgasm, and strengthened her in the same wash of sensation.
Her shoulders collapsed to the bed as her fingers found her clit. The fingers of her other hand found a nipple and she knew he was watching. She could feel his eyes on her as she twisted her hips, pushed back, and took all of him.
She eased along his cock, pulling free of him only to push back with a desperate cry as her hungry flesh sucked him back in.
She was lost. Moaning, crying, filled with him and desperate for more.
“Open your eyes,” he ordered roughly as she felt him move over her. “Look at me, damn you. Look at me, Risa. See me loving you.”
Her eyes opened. His face was next to hers as his knees rested between her thighs on the bed now. He was taking her, his hips moving, churning, powering his cock inside her in hard, repeated strokes that pushed her higher, pushed her closer.
“Micah,” she whispered his name, feeling the explosion building inside her. “Oh God. It’s too good. It’s too good.”
“Always,” he groaned. “Ah God, Rissa. Ani ohev otach. Ani ohev otach, Risa.”
I love you. He loved. He was torn apart by the emotions pouring through him, tearing at him, whipping through his mind as he felt his balls tighten, felt the onslaught of release at the moment he felt Risa explode in his arms.
“Micah,” she screamed his name. “Oh God. Love me, Micah,” she cried the plea. “Oh God, please. Please, Micah.”
She bucked, then tensed; then Micah felt her. Her juices rushed around his cock as he felt his release crash inside him. Sensation raced along his spine, then back to his balls. His semen spurted from the tip, spilling inside her in a rush of heat as his hand gripped her head, turning it closer so his lips could cover hers. So he could hold back the vows that rocked him to his soul.
She was his forever. He would always be hers. Into eternity he would love her. And if he didn’t know to his soul that she was protected, then he would have sworn that a pleasure this deep, this profound, could have only one conclusion.
Shuddering against her, Micah released her lips and groaned at the final pulse of release that jerked from the
tip of his cock.
He was breathing hard, heavy. He couldn’t seem to get enough oxygen to his brain; he couldn’t still the thunder of blood enough to make sense of all the emotions, all the sensations, that had crashed inside him in a wave of ecstasy.
She lay beneath him, sated, the tension slowly easing from her body, covered by him. The trust the position had taken rocked him to the core. He hadn’t expected it. He had expected her fear, perhaps a denial. But he hadn’t expected the trust she had given him.
“Ani ohev otach,” he whispered again. The words of love in his native language, in a language as old as time, with a love that filled his entire being.
He had never known love outside a parent’s love, or his love for his parents. He had never known the love a man felt for that one woman who would complete him.
“I love you, Micah.” He barely heard the words. Her face was pressed into the blankets; it was no more than a whisper of sound, but it crashed inside him with a power that rocked him clear to his soul.
