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“Look at me, Risa,” he crooned, his lips caressing her jaw now, brushing against her lips. “Open your pretty eyes. You promised to watch me, yes?”
Her lashes fluttered open. She saw him, but she was aware of little else than the slightest impalement between her thighs.
“Part your legs for me. Loosen for me, Risa. How can I please you if you’re stiff against me?”
His wrist flexed between her thighs, raked against her sensitive clit, and sent a gasp of a breath falling from her lips.
“There.” He gentled her with his voice, his eyes. “Part your legs, sweet. Let me show you how beautiful your passion is. Come now; open for me.”
She forced her thighs to part. Whimpering cries lodged in her throat as she spread her legs.
“A little more, darling.” She parted them farther, watching his eyes, his face. “Look, sweetheart,” he urged her then, his gaze moving from hers and following to the point where his hand cupped her mound.
Risa’s eyes widened, her hips arched, knees bending as she lifted to him, desperate to feel what she knew would be nothing more than pain.
“Slow and easy,” he whispered at her ear. “Watch, love. Slow and easy.”
His fingers curved, tilted, and entered.
Risa felt herself shaking, felt the slow slide of her juices meeting his fingers as her inner muscles tightened around the penetration, clenching and spasming as her back arched and pleasure tore through her. Pleasure or pain. A mix of burning relief and agonizing tension.
“Fuck me, yes,” he suddenly groaned, his teeth nipping at her ear. “Take my fingers, Risa. Just my fingers.”
They surged deeper as she lifted to them, her nails digging into his shoulders now, her flesh rioting with a surge of insane hunger. It was tearing through her, tightening her, making her crazed for more.
“Micah, I’m scared!” She hated it. There was nothing so humiliating as admitting it, as feeling the tears that slid from the corners of her eyes and met his lips.
“No fear, Risa.” His fingers stilled inside her. “See, no pain, no fear.”
No pain, no fear. That made sense. She drew in a shaking breath and clenched around his fingers again.
There was no pain, no fear.
“Now.” She turned her head to meet his gaze. “Take me now.”
She couldn’t wait. The fears were building in her along with the pulse and power of the pleasure. Her mind fought her body; distant memories clashed in her head.
She kept her eyes on his. She fought to push back the past. His eyes anchored her, steadied her.
“You’re not ready yet,” he whispered. “Soon.”
“Now.” She shook her head as he moved, spreading kisses over her breasts, between her breasts. “I can’t wait, Micah.”
She was frightened to wait. Too many sensations were tearing through her. She felt locked between the past and the present, her mind battling the raging lust that rose like a tide of molten sensation inside her.
“Just a few more minutes, Risa,” he groaned. “Soon.”
His lips moved between her breasts, down her stomach as she fought to breathe. His shoulders pressed her thighs wider; his gaze stayed locked with hers as his fingers moved inside her, pressed deeper, and tore a throttled scream from her as the pleasure shocked the tense muscles, the tender nerve endings.
“I’m dying to taste you,” he whispered, his lips poised over her clit. “Just a sweet kiss, Risa.”
His head lowered. His eyes held hers. His lips pursed, covered her clit and his fingers moved, pulled back, then pushed inside her, parting her flesh with a surge of sensation that terrified her.
She fought for release, she fought to get closer. Her body turned and he flowed with her. On her side, one leg straight, the other bent to accommodate his head, and still his lips suckled at the tender bud between her thighs.
He followed as she twisted back, her heels dug into the bed, her hips arched, and her mind lost the battle with her body. Risa twisted beneath him, thrust into his fingers, his mouth. She was shaking, shuddering with sensation as she fought to breathe.
She needed, needed something. The tension was tearing through her, marking her with the perspiration that dotted her flesh, with her muscles straining for relief. There had to be relief.
