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“Fuck me, damn you.” The words tore from her lips as her hands moved to his head. She felt like an animal, a creature that hungered for this, only for this.
His fingers moved, thrust, fucked inside her with deep, strong movements as his lips suckled at her clit. His tongue stroked over it, rasping it until she froze at the wave of sensation that suddenly rose inside her. Her eyes flared wide, her muscles locked against it. When it crashed over her, it wasn’t so bad. It was a shudder of pleasure rather than a blinding, horrifying loss of consciousness.
“Ah, Riss.” His head pressed against her abdomen as she shuddered through the little shocks of pleasure, his voice filled with somber regret as his lashes lifted from his eyes and he watched her with a tenderness that brought tears to her eyes.
“What’s wrong with me?” she whispered, her hips still moving, the need still tearing through her vagina, her womb. “Micah, do something; please do something.”
He rose to his knees, his fingers sliding from her body even as she tried to hold him inside.
Only then did she notice the condom he had somehow managed to work over his heavy, thick erection. His hand stroked over it, spreading her juices over the latex before he gripped the base tight and tensed before her.
“Are you sure, Risa?” His hand gripped her thigh, lifted her leg until her knees were bent, her legs spread wide. “Be sure, love.”
She watched the wide, throbbing head as he came over her. Watched as he drew her hips up along his thighs as he knelt before her. The wide crest of his erection parted the glistening folds of her sex as she licked her lips and pressed closer.
“Slow and easy,” he said again.
The heavy head pressed against her opening, parted it, and began to work inside her. His thighs widened as he came over her, propping his body up with one arm, allowing her to watch. His hips moved, shifted, working his cock inside her, stretching her until she thought she was going to burn alive from the slow, steady impalement.
It was too much. It wasn’t enough. The clawing, vicious talons of lust were tearing through her until she was begging him, arching, her hips working against his, thrusting and pressing him deeper as she fought back the tears.
It was terrifying, but she couldn’t stop. She wanted, she needed, but the dark void that seemed to rush around her was too frightening, too filled with the unknown, with sensations she couldn’t accept.
Above her, Micah groaned her name. His lips lowered to her nipples. He sucked them until she fought the gathering void again. He kissed her, his lips slanting over hers as she ate at his, until the void threatened to rush through her.
/> “Risa, let go, baby.” His voice was dark, shattered with his own pleasure. “I’ll hold you; I swear it.”
Her head shook. She didn’t understand what he wanted, couldn’t make sense of her own body, let alone his words.
“Risa, let it go!” His voice strengthened as his hips churned, his cock thrusting harder, deeper, stroking her into a storm of never-ending sensations. Darkness gathered behind her eyes as the wave rose again, stronger, harder.
Her nails dug into his shoulders; her head dug into the mattress as she fought it, struggled against it. She screamed against it, and once again, when it took her, it wasn’t so bad. She fought it back until it was no more than a small surge, racing through her, shivering over her body as he gave a hard, harsh groan and shuddered above her before stilling.
His breathing was harsh, heavy. His cock inside her pulsed violently, so hard it felt like iron inside her. But he wasn’t coming. She could feel the difference, knew it. He wanted to come, he needed to, but he hadn’t.
The storm eased inside her, leaving her strangely bereft now, as his forehead touched her shoulder and he shuddered against her.
“I’m sorry, love,” he whispered, his voice heavy. “I’m so sorry.”
She blinked up at him as he moved from her, pulling free of her as a hard surge of renewed need shook her body. He was moving from the bed before she could get a handle on the pulse of hunger. His hands ran over his hair as he glanced back at her, his expression heavy, his cock still fully erect.
He hadn’t come.
The thought slashed through her like a dull knife. Somehow, she had failed. He hadn’t released. He hadn’t known pleasure.
She swallowed tightly, staring back at him, and he paced to the bathroom.
“Don’t you move!” He turned, pointed his finger back at her, his expression bleak and commanding. “I’ll be right back.”
She nodded, but as the door closed, she jumped from the bed as silently as possible. It took only a moment to jerk her dress over her head, her wrap around her shoulders. She carried her purse and her shoes and she escaped.
Humiliation burned inside her, tightened in her chest, and left her shaking as she took the stairs rather than waiting for the elevator. She raced down them, holding back her sobs, fighting the ultra-sensitivity in her body and screaming inside her mind.
She had failed. A pity fuck, she thought. The big, tough SEAL had felt sorry for her. He had seen her fears and had tried to make it better. But he couldn’t get off. He couldn’t come with her. That was a pity fuck. She was certain it was, and she couldn’t bear it.
After she waved down a cab and gave the driver the address for her apartment, she huddled in the cab and thanked God that she never had to face Micah again.
He should have done as her father’s friend had done. He should have taken her from behind.
