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Before he could move, I slid off the bed to kneel at the side, and his eyes opened wide as I tugged on his hips, urging him closer to the edge so I could reach him.
“Sweetheart, I—”
But I didn’t let him finish his sentence. His cock was right there, and I let my tongue dart out to swirl around the tip, licking up the bead of moisture that had gathered there. An unintelligible sound fell from his lips and I smiled as I took him into my mouth. I ran my tongue down the entire length of him as I sucked, taking him in as far as I could.
His moan was deep and guttural, and it made moisture pool between my legs, a sharp arousal that made me ache and throb with unfulfilled need.
I gripped his hips, one hand running down the back of his thigh, and his hands came to my hair, tangling deep in the locks but not pulling, though I could tell from his trembling that it took an immense effort for him to hold still.
He tasted incredible. Salty and masculine, and I didn’t think I’d ever been this turned on from a blow job before. I sucked harder, pulling him deep and swirling my tongue, reveling in the sounds that spilled from him, until I worried that he might not last much longer and I released him, shifting away with a final long lick.
He blinked down at me, as if his brain was taking a moment to process what was happening, and I took the opportunity to stand and push him back, straddling him as he fell against the pillow.
“I want to feel you inside me,” I whispered, and he leaned up, just far enough to claim my lips with his own. The kiss was deep and endless.
He reached down between us, and I let out a gasp as his fingers slipped through my folds and into the wetness gathered there.
“Jesus, Camilla,” he groaned. His fingers teased at me gently, gathering moisture before moving to slowly circle my clit, and I shuddered with the pleasure of it. His eyes when he looked at me were as dark as the night sky.
“Have you done this before?” he asked quietly.
I nodded, barely able to focus on his words as his fingers tormented me, moving down to circle my opening before sliding up and around my clit once more in maddening circles.
“Only a couple of times, with an old boyfriend,” I managed to choke out. “It wasn’t particularly enjoyable.”
His eyebrow lifted and an evil grin stretched across his face. “That’s unfortunate. I’ll see what I can do to make it a bit more pleasurable this time.” At this one of his thick fingers slid inside me and I jerked at the sensation.
“I wasn’t worried,” I said on a gasp, and he chuckled, plunging his finger in deep, then withdrawing. I made a sound of protest, but then in one swift movement he lifted me off him as if I weighed no more than the pillow and rolled us over, until I was flat on my back and he hovered over me.
I wrapped my arms around his torso, pulling him close and forcing him to put more of his weight on me. It felt incredible, his skin pressed all along the length of mine, and I raised my knees to either side of him, lifting my hips until I could feel him there too, rock hard against my lower belly.
He tilted his head and pressed a searing kiss to my mouth, and I nearly stopped breathing at the intensity of it. I lost myself in the feel of his tongue sliding against mine, his hands moving up and down my sides, rising up to palm my breasts for an instant before sliding down, between us, to dip into my wetness once again.
“There should be condoms in—” He broke our kiss, leaning to the side to reach for the bedside table, but I locked my legs around his hips, pulling him back to me.
“I’m on birth control,” I said. “And I’m clean. You can wear one if you want, but…”
His eyes were pools of shadow. “I’m clean too,” he whispered, and I shifted my hips, the angle putting the head of his cock right there. I raised my hips slightly, an invitation and a desperate plea, and he slipped inside me just a fraction. All my nerve endings fired at the sensation.
We froze, and then he met my gaze and slowly, so slowly, slid all the way inside. He paused there, giving my body time to adjust, but I didn’t need it. I’d never been so turned on in my life, and there was no pain, only an indescribable feeling of fullness and an instinctive desire to move.
Before I could resort to begging he began to thrust, sliding his hips back before pressing them forward again. The movement caused pleasure to spark all through my lower body, and I whimpered, raising my hips to meet him and urge him to a faster pace. He did so without hesitation, driving us into a punishing rhythm that I met eagerly, my breath coming in pants as sensation built inside me like a wave.
“Fuck, sweetheart.” His voice was rough, and only vaguely did I become aware of the thump of the headboard rhythmically hitting the wall, punctuated by sounds I couldn’t contain. Vaguely I found myself hoping Devan and Garrett were heavy sleepers.
With a low growl, Micah shifted, the head of his cock striking something deep within me that began to spread like the most delicious ache. He didn’t let up with his ceaseless rhythm as I arched my back, crying out, and then he shifted again, sliding his hand between us to find my clit.
“Micah,” I gasped, but it was too late. I gripped at his shoulders, unable to do anything more than hold on as the sensation crested, my inner walls squeezing against him as the orgasm tore through me. I could feel it from the tips of my fingers to the soles of my feet and I was powerless to do anything but ride the wave as his movements became sloppy, then a second later he buried his face in my neck, a long feral growl signifying his own release.
My eyes fluttered closed as we collapsed in a boneless heap of tangled limbs, and it was only when I opened them a few minutes later that I realized his face was right next to mine. I stretched my neck forward and kissed him, and he returned the kiss through a smile, his lips moving languidly against mine. I parted my lips, inviting him in, and reveled in the sensation, the slow, gentle kisses completely at odds with our frantic movements only minutes earlier.
Finally he pulled back to look at me. “Hopefully that was more enjoyable than your previous experiences?” he said, the moonlight catching the gleam in his eye.
“It was okay,” I said, feigning nonchalance, and he narrowed his eyes at me in mock offense.
“Just okay?” he teased. “It sounded like it was better than ‘just okay.’”
I shrugged. “I dunno. It’s hard to make a call with a sample size of only one.”
