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Mick twists his fingers and rubs against a spot inside that heightens the pleasure. I nod wildly, my vision darkening as he continues his motions, hitting that spot again and again. “All.” I gasp between heavy breaths. “All. Yours.” I whimper as he pulls his fingers from inside of me, the loss a physical ache.
He chuckles and grasps my hips, lifting me from his lap and lying me back against the couch. The moment my back hits the cushions, Mick slides between my legs and shoves his tongue inside of my aching pussy. I groan loudly and claw at the material of the couch. He rolls his tongue before licking up and down my lips. “Fuck.” He rasps as I arch into him, begging incoherently. Mick’s tongue works its way up and laps at my clit, alternating between licking and sucking.
“Mick.” I beg, writhing below him and feeling the painful ache of emptiness.I needhim.Sensing what I’m asking for, Mick pushes his fingers back inside of me, stroking in and out in time with his alternating movements on my clit. Desperate to release all the pent up emotions from the last few days, I move my hands to my breasts, kneading them and pinching my nipples. The sound of Mick groaning lets me know he sees what I’m doing and that knowledge enhances the sensations. “Oh god, don’t stop.” The pressure builds and builds but I can’t let go. My mind is too full. I’m whimpering and squirming, seeking extra friction to push me over the edge.
Mick pulls back so he’s on his knees between my legs, my arousal glistening on his face. He continues the slow movement of his fingers as he studies me. “What do you need?”
I look up at him, kneeling and completely perfect. “You. I need you.” He opens his mouth and I shake my head, knowing what he’s going to say. “I know, I have you but…” I bite my lip and look away. Mick reaches up with his other hand and gently nudges my chin so I look at him.
“But what, little bird?”
The nickname is too much, causing tears to slip down my face.
I thought I’d never hear that again, and yet, here he is.
Mick wipes away the tears as he patiently waits. Swallowing down my erratic emotions, I whisper, “I need to feel you, all of you. I thought I lost you, Mick. I saw you lying there and I thought…” My breath hitches, overwhelmed by despair.
Leaning forward, Mick kisses me tenderly while brushing my hair back, his fingers still pumping inside of me. “Anything. I’ll give you anything. You have all of me, and I’m not going anywhere.” He vows. Pulling away, he quickly sheds his pants and boxers until he’s standing before me in all his naked glory. My eyes hungrily take him in as he climbs back onto the couch and lines himself with my entrance. “You have all of me.” He repeats as he pushes inside in one slow motion, closing his eyes and gritting his teeth with each inch further he slides in.
Once fully seated, he moves to hover over me. Our chests barely inches from each other and his forearms braced on either side of my head. He gazes into my eyes as he pulls out and pushes back in, continuing his agonizingly slow pace. I press my breasts into him, sliding my hands around his back. He hisses as I drag my nails down, scraping his skin. His eyes don’t leave mine and his pace never speeds up. I stare back at him and everything else falls away, there’s only me and him.
I can feel our connection deepening. With each thrust, we give more of ourselves until there isn’t a him and me, there’s only an us.
The pressure builds in me again as Mick's movements rub against my clit. The constant rhythm of his hips, pressure on my clit, and friction on my aching nipples as he pours himself into me through his eyes are finally enough. I come with the force of a bomb, every cell in my body exploding. I let out a silent cry as I hold his gaze and watch him let go too.
We lie there on the couch, both of us unwilling to let the other go. Mick continues to watch me as he gently strokes my face and I feel the last part of me shift into place. I bite my lip as I relinquish myself to the new me.
I may have already given this man my body and heart, but I now realize he has also given me his. There’s only one word that explains what I’m feeling, and even it isn’t enough.
Love.
I love him.
Chapter 28
Mick
Paige and I spent several hours going over everything that happened. I wanted to force her to get some rest but she pointed out that we needed to talk while the memories were still fresh and I reluctantly agreed.
I had punched a hole in the wall when Paige told me Kristoph mentioned another man, furious there was someone else after her still. She calmed me down and shifted the conversation, asking how I made it out after losing all that blood. I knelt next to her and pulled her into my arms as those tears came back again, gutting me like they did every time. While running a hand through her hair, I explained that the blood hadn’t been mine. Some big guy had rammed into me as I was trying to break through the door and his momentum caused me to fall forward faster so he took the bullet meant for me. I was still mad I couldn’t make him pay for what he had done to Paige but glad he was dead all the same.
The few wounds we had weren’t that bad compared to what could have happened. I had landed on a broken piece of wood from the door that left a decent sized cut along my ribs and I still worried about the open gash on her head but they would both heal fine and didn’t require any stitches.
Paige ate a few bites of food before returning to bed to sleep. I insisted she use the bed instead of the couch and she agreed, only having a brief moment of haunting memories as she stepped inside. I had followed her in and saw the mess on the floor, arching an eyebrow as she shrugged and apologized, embarrassment covering her features. I chuckled in return, softly kissing her forehead and ushering her toward the bed as I worked to clean it up.
After finishing, I crawled under the covers and pulled her body flush against mine, letting out a heavy sigh of relief to have her in my arms. She fell asleep quickly and I lay there for a while, listening to her breathing and soft snores before sleep found me as well.
I fight to stay asleep, not wanting the dream to end.
Lips wrapped around my cock, Paige pumps her head up and down my length, sucking on the tip before pushing back down. I moan as I feel the back of her throat bump against me and the sound of her gagging fills my ears as she tries to loosen her muscles enough to accommodate my size. “Paige.” I breathe and hear her hum in response, hollowing out her cheeks before resuming her movements.
It feels so good, unlike any wet dream I’ve had before. My eyes creak open and I freeze at the sight before me. Paige is kneeling between my legs, bent over at the waist as she works my cock. My mind takes several long beats to catch up and realize I’m not dreaming.
Fuck me, this woman is perfect.
The lingering sleepiness burns away by intense flames of desire.
I reach out and grasp the back of her head, careful to avoid the wound. Her eyes shift up to mine and I groan loudly as I take her in. Her lips stretch around my cock, cheeks pink and eyes watery as she gazes at me. Guiding her farther down my shaft, her breaths become desperate pants as her nose bumps into my pubic bone. My hand tightens its grip, keeping her pressed down. I lose myself in the feeling of her swallowing around my cock, starving for air. Even as her eyes flutter closed, Paige doesn’t fight against my hold.
