Page 130 of Breathe Like Hell

This was a high I couldn’t get any other way.

Two hundred feet above the ground, pleasure burning deep inside of me, glowing bright in my core. Heat knotting tight and low in my stomach.

Last time I was in this position, I’d wished for wings.

Now, I had them.

Two pairs.

Micah’s broad fingers found my clit, pushing my own away, and my stomach flipped because now he was only holding my throat with one hand. I gasped, choked on my inhales, sucking in as much air as possible, everything in my body tensing.

Micah rubbed my clit mercilessly, ruthlessly forcing my pleasure higher and higher.

I shuddered and moaned, feeling my orgasm threatening to detonate and shatter me completely. I wanted it. I wanted it so badly. I couldn’t think of anything else.

Micah didn’t stop fucking me, nor did he stop his assault on my pathetically swollen clit, and I was still dangling off the edge with only his hand to keep me from falling…

Pleasure exploded from my center, wrecking every inch of me.

It burned and ached and soothed and shattered.

My pussy clamped down on Micah’s cock, squeezing him as my eyes rolled back. Every additional touch of his fingers on me simply pushed the pleasure higher, until it was almost unbearable and I was trembling, shaking, mindlessly letting this wave carry me.

Not long after, Micah’s length swelled inside of me and he followed me to his own ecstasy, flooding me with his cum. It felt like the world’s greatest reward. The greatest honor that could’ve been bestowed upon me. Maybe some people would think it was stupid for me to feel so enamored by Micah’s spend inside of me, but it meant something to me. This was his trust.

He tugged me back a few inches so we were both laying on solid ground, both of us catching our breath. My glazed-over eyes traced invisible shapes in the gloomy sky, my pulse thumping in each of my dirt-smudged fingertips.

Micah helped me get dressed again, wrapping me in a hug as we stared out at the ocean together.

“Can you please take your shirt back off?” I said, careful to keep my words from pushing against anything that would chafe.

“You’re going to jump.” He squeezed me tighter, keeping me anchored to the ground, to him. God, I could sink into this strength for the rest of my life. I could be sustained by this alone.

“I was hoping you’d go with me. I don’t want to just jump.” Not this time, anyway.

“Alright. I’m going to make both of us invisible, do you think you can handle the feeling for a few minutes?”

I nodded eagerly. He took his shirt off.

It was terrifying, really.

We approached the very edge of the cliff again, my belly flipping with the sheerness of the rock face below us.

Micah banded his arms tight around my body, then tilted his head up, eyes on the sky as he leaned backwards without a moment of pause and we plummeted straight off the cliff together. Headfirst, wind ripping, my stomach being yanked upside down, all the breath expelled from my lungs.

I just clung to him tighter. He takes care of me. He keeps me safe.

It was only a few seconds before Micah extended his wings and caught the wind, soaring out over the ocean with me securely in his grasp.

“Ready?” he asked.

I nodded against his chest, the wind tearing brutally across my face, tangling in my long hair.

Micah pushed us higher, back towards the cliff, wings beating powerfully, and then a prickly coldness enveloped me as he turned me so my spine was against his chest.

I clenched my teeth, my eyes widening, my hands grabbing his forearms tighter—even though I could no longer see him. It was disorienting, but I trusted him completely. I could still feel his strong arms around me, still hear him when he spoke, asking if I was doing alright. All I could do was nod in response.

We were soaring over the trees, fast and low, almost low enough to touch the tree tops. In the corner of my vision, I swore I saw a glimmer of some sort, something glowing or pulsing in the forest, but we were long past the spot before I could confirm it.