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“You’re sorry for that?” He nods, genuine guilt in his eyes.
“I promise lots of orgasms. You’ll probably beg me to stop, and if you really mean it, just say like spaghetti or something.”
“Okay,” I agree, knowing I never will. I mean, is there such a thing as too many orgasms?
“And this, too,” he says as he steps closer, his hands going around my back to unsnap my bra with a skill level I don’t want to think about right now, or ever if I can help it. “Fuck, sweetheart. Just one little taste. Don’t touch my cock.”
In an effort to keep from doing just that, I wrap my arms around his neck as his expert tongue goes to work on my nipples. Jesus, I’ve never felt anything like it.
“Micah,” I moan, and then I lose all sense of myself when his fingers slip between my legs, teasing my clit before two slide inside of me with no resistance.
I’m so ready for him, so gone for this man that I don’t notice him lifting me and producing a condom from thin air until he’s spreading me out on the bed and rolling it down his very eager erection.
“It’s… umm, been awhile,” I whisper.
“I’ve got you,” he says as he lines up.
Before he shoves inside, he leans down close, his eyes locked on mine.
He watches me as he slides inside, his hand on the back of my neck as it arches with his intrusion.
“Fuck, baby, take me. Jesus, Lucy, that’s my girl.” His hips flex back before he moves forward again.
I can’t seem to close my mouth. My jaw refuses to work the way it’s supposed to.
“Micah,” I pant. “Please.”
I don’t know what I’m asking for or what I need, but he must read minds because he shifts a little, lifting my leg a little higher on his hip, and it opens me perfectly. A husky sound comes from deep inside of him as his lips meet mine, his tongue sweeping inside of my mouth, and then I realize he kept his promise. He’s all the way inside of me, our bodies meeting fully in the middle. I’m so full, and it’s never been like this before. It’s a full-body experience, the penetration, the brush of his chest hair on my skin, the grip of his fingers on my neck, his lips on mine.
With Robbie, we were bumbling teens, and even after gaining a little experience, we were either too high to remember what we’d done or I was never really into it and only did it to get him off my back. It was never an enjoyable experience. I’m two minutes into this with Micah and I can already feel that fluttering deep inside I’ve only experienced late at night when I’m in my room alone.
“You okay?” he asks as he lifts up a few inches, his thumb sweeping down my cheek.
I nod because I know if I speak, I may cry. I refuse to be the woman that gets sappy because she’s experiencing great sex for the first time in her life.
“Make me come,” I manage.
He grins with a roll of his hips. “I like where your head is at. Spread your legs, Lucy. Hold them up under your knees. Let me do all the work.”
And boy does he work.
Micah gets up on his palms, hips snapping, and it takes mere minutes for that fluttering low in my belly to turn into an inferno in my gut. My eyes go blurry. My legs tremble. A thin layer of sweat covers my entire body despite the chilliness in the air.
“I’m—”
I don’t even have time to say it before I implode.
“Goddamn it,” he grunts. “Fuck, baby. Milk my cock.”
Micah freezes inside of me, giving my body something to clench around, and it’s spectacular. Just as I’m coming down, he starts all over again, hips working. He leans back, repositioning his legs so he’s bent at the knees and my body is angled up.
His thumb on my clit is like a bolt of lightning, and he doesn’t stop working me over until I come again. Only then does he let himself fall over the edge.
The man is absolute perfection when he orgasms, his eyes glassy and unfocused, his muscles taut and flexed, a sheen of sweat covering his abdomen.
What an experience. If this is only fun, I have to say it’s the most fun I’ve ever had in my life.
He gets off the bed to dispose of the condom and get a bottle of water. He gives me half an hour before he tastes me like he promised. Forty-five minutes before his cock is in my throat, but it isn’t until two in the afternoon that I finally have to whisper the word spaghetti.
Chapter 8
Snake
Maybe it was a little sneaky, but it’s too late now.
