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I’m shuddering because it’s all I want.
All of him inside me, filling up my insides. I don’t even care right now if he splits me in two.
I’m him, and if I do have a thought, it’s only to think about how overdue this really is.
It should’ve been the first thing we did instead of playing silly games of dare for a simple kiss.
This is what I need, and Michael is the only man in the whole world who can give it to me.
He’s over the top of me, guiding himself inside my already quaking hole soon enough. My hands stroke and grip him at first, finally clawing at his skin once I feel myself becoming his.
Once I feel every part of the girl left behind, opening up for the man who’s claimed me and made me a woman.
Instead of feeling like it’s too much, he’s a perfect fit. Just like on the outside, on the inside he and I are just made for each other.
Michael’s so gentle, so kind, and patient with me until we both feel everything kick up a notch once he’s fully inside me.
His body is so tense, but with every muscle that contracts, another relaxes. The most important muscle in his body is as hard as a nail though, and it’s certainly hitting the right spot as he drives it home again and again.
Soon I can feel the familiar sensation of my own climax building, wanting Michael to come first.
He’s been so determined to put me first, to pleasure me before himself. It only feels right to try and help him on his way.
I start to twist and buck my hips, making both of us groan deeper as I use everything I’ve got to show him as much pleasure as I can.
His hands move up and down my sides, gripping my breast before he moves them back down to my hips.
“These childbearing hips…” he murmurs, growling with fresh intensity as we both feel it.
Growing and rising, like a wave roaring in from the sea, poised to break against the shore.
“Oh god!” I gasp, my mouth a perfect ‘O’, with no words now.
Gone is my idea of making Michael finish first, on his own.
His hardness seems to grow again inside me, and I can feel him starting to twitch, his face shifting from determination to disbelief as our eyes lock.
“Natasha,” he rasps. “Our baby,” he grunts. My only reply is a whimpering cry, gripping at him hard as I feel the full release of our shared climax come.
If having him pleasure me with his mouth is heaven, this has me soaring way above that.
Both my legs are over his shoulders when I go off, he plows into me so deep, so hard, and right at the same moment of his own release.
His massive body shudders against mine, and my heart feels like it’s finally going to explode in my chest.
The two of us melt into a single sensation that’s like nothing I’ve ever felt in my whole life.
Michael lets out a series of rough, guttural sounds and then tries to breathe. I can hear someone calling out his name, practically screaming it until I realize it’s me.
Collapsing into a heap, and with all his weight on me, I hug as much of him as I can hold, burying my face in his neck.
Feeling his sweat and heat against my own, his length inside me still, and knowing I truly belong to him, now I can finally say it out loud.
I would shout it to the whole world right now if I could.
“I… I love you, Michael,” I tell him, feeling my lips quiver until his are over mine. Kissing me so gently, so tenderly it’s hard to believe a man his size could be capable of it.
“I loved you from the second I saw you,” he rumbles in my ear, surprising me with his confession.
Flattering me really.
Something I know I’ll have to get used to.
My heart sings, and my whole body buzzes with him. With this.
“Us,” I whisper to myself. Finally hearing the word aloud and identifying with it.
For once in my life, I don’t feel scared.
I don’t feel alone and I sure as hell don’t feel like I don’t have a future.
I think Michael’s just put our future inside me.
All out futures. His, mine, and our baby’s.
Ours.
Us.
“This seat taken?” I ask, as I smile and raise both brows. Hoping I look disarming enough when I face Suzanna a few hours later in the dining car for breakfast.
She saw me coming and twisted her face to look out the window, but I saw.
“Sit wherever you want,” she snaps.
I want to get defensive, maybe even tell her to grow up, but I know it’s only because she’s hurting.
Because I haven’t had any time for her since the dare.
The dare I want to thank her for, I really do. But now’s not the time for that, I can tell.
