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God, she wanted. Just one more time. He tortured her by sleeping in her bed with him. Some nights he rolled against her; most nights he was touching her. Was she supposed to resist? Was she supposed to be a stone-cold robot that didn’t ache? That didn’t need?
“I’m sorry,” she whispered, suddenly embarrassed, ashamed of the needs that rode her so fiercely that she would touch him in his sleep.
Her hand moved to lift away from him, only to find itself caught between his body and his hand. She stared at his hand as it covered hers, watched wide-eyed as he used his hand to push hers down, along his stomach. She swallowed tightly, almost whimpering as the sheet drew away from his thighs and he was curling her fingers around the thick, heavy shaft of his cock.
She moaned then. The sound that left her throat shocked her at the hunger in it.
“I’m sorry,” she whispered again, even as her fingers curled around the pulsing flesh. “Oh God, Micah. I don’t know what to do. I don’t know how.” Her breath hitched as she fought back a sob.
“Nothing you need to know.” His voice was rough, hard. “My body is yours, Risa. Know only that. However you wish to touch it, wherever. Whatever you need, you have only to ask, love, and I’ll provide it.”
She wanted to cry. She wanted to scream with frustration as she fought to breathe. A part of her wanted to demand that he just fuck her and get it over with, to drive the need out of her so she could think again. Another part of her didn’t want to rush a single moment. She wanted the memory. She wanted everything.
Her hand stroked down the shaft, watching the thick crested cock head as it throbbed and glistened with moisture. Heavy veins pulsed beneath the flesh as it flexed in her grip, erect and powerful.
“I wish I knew,” she whispered painfully. “Knew what to do.”
“What do you want to do?” His voice was low, a part of the darkness, a part of the shadows that loved his body. “Tell me, and I’ll help you. I’ll guide you through whatever you want of me.”
“Anything?”
“Anything, Risa.” His voice sounded thicker, filled with lust and hunger. “There’s no shame between us, baby. Only pleasure. Only the pleasure you want.”
Only the pleasure she wanted. As though still locked within her dream, she let the sensuality, the sexuality, of the moment wash over her.
She rose, moved the sheet back, and moved from the bed. Feeling his gaze on her, she pulled off the long shirt she wore to bed, then shimmied out of the pajama bottoms and panties she had put on after her shower.
She was naked. Cool air washed over her body as a shudder of heat raced through it. She could feel the caress of his eyes, watched his body flex and shift as he lifted his hand to her.
Silently Risa took his hand, shaking as she moved to her knees on the bed, one hand pulling back from him to touch his hard chest, the other, his hard abs.
“I can do anything,” she whispered, almost to herself, as she let her hand run down his body to grip the fiercely erect flesh of his cock again.
“Yes,” the breath seemed to hiss from his lips. “Anything, Risa. Take what belongs to you.”
What belonged to her. Had anything ever belonged to her? She couldn’t remember if it had, but this strong, powerful man was giving her his body, however she needed to use it.
“I want.” She swallowed tightly, lifting her gaze back to his. “I want to taste you, Micah.”
She wanted his cock in her mouth. She wanted to suck it, taste it; she wanted to feel him throbbing between her lips. She wanted to let free the sexual creature she could feel building inside her.
Whore’s Dust or lust, she didn’t know; she didn’t care. All she knew was that it was only for this man. Only Micah made her hunger until she was dying for him; only Micah made her brave enough to try to reach out for what she wanted.
“Then taste me,” he crooned. “Taste me, love, and when you’re finished, I’ll take my turn and taste you.”
Risa swayed as she felt the punch of response that seemed to fill her pussy. The bare lips were already slick, wet, but more of her juices coated them now as the need for his lips against her flesh rocked through her.
“I dream of your tongue against the head of my cock,” his voice whispered through the night as she moved to him. “Watching you between my thighs, your head lowering as you hold the shaft steady with your hand. Your tongue peeking out, licking over it.”
She followed his hushed voice. Moving between his spread thighs, she gripped the stiff, heavy flesh at the base as his shaft rose toward her lips.
“You’re beautiful,” he groaned, reaching out to push her hair back over her shoulder. “Let me watch, sweet. Let me see you licking that taste of me from the head.”
Micah was nearly insane with lust now. How he managed to lie still and not rush her, he didn’t know.
Never had he thought his patience would be tested to this extent, that his self-control would ever attempt to break so easily.
Her tongue was like a stroke of fire over the broad head of his cock. The too-sensitive flesh jerked with the pleasure, causing her head to lift in alarm.
