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Micah throws open the car door but won’t allow me to pull away. His arm stays tightly curled around my body as he climbs out of the car. He carries me all the way up to the fourth floor with my legs around his waist. At the door, he fumbles with the key and groans when I suck on his neck with impatience.
“Good thing you’re not in the mood for slow and sweet,” he growls as we fall into his apartment. He presses me against the closed door and grinds between my legs. “Because I’m about to fucking ravage the hell out of your pussy.”
I pull up the hem of his shirt, desperate to feel every inch of hard muscle. “Do your worst, Lyonne.”
A low chuckle rumbles from his throat. “Challenge accepted.”
My dress doesn’t need much coaxing to fall from my shoulders. He forces my legs down so the dress can puddle at my feet, taking my bra with it.
I thought he’d waste no time tossing me on the bed but there’s a wicked gleam in his eye as he drops to his knees. My panties are swiftly peeled down my legs, leaving me naked against the cold door.
Yet I have no objections as Micah parts my thighs, hooks one leg over his shoulder and goes to work with his tongue. He has a gift for teasing and he uses it, grazing his tongue over my clit and then withholding more until my hips buck and I seize his head, aching to push him in deeper.
He swirls his tongue, driving me wild.
I gasp and smack the door with the palm of my hand.
He pauses to chuckle. “Nothing like the taste of you.” He captures my other leg, hauling it over his shoulder so that I’m right where he wants me.
Wearing only my heels. Back to the door. Impaled on his tongue as his eyes watch me riding his face.
This is as hot as any fantasy I’ve had about him during our time apart and I’ve fantasized an awful lot. My nipples are standing at attention as he licks and sucks and plays.
I want to come.
And I could come so freaking easily.
Heaven knows I’ve gotten myself off enough times while picturing moments like this.
But I hold the wave at bay and grip his hair. “Not yet. I wantallof you. Give me everything.”
After one last punishing stroke of his tongue, he carefully pushes my legs from his shoulders and stands. My fingers fly to his shirt, undoing the buttons so fast I’m surprised they don’t pop off. He lets me, sinking his fingers into my hair when I shove his shirt out of the way and flick my tongue over his chest.
There haven’t been words invented to describe how much I want him. I kick my heels off, losing a couple of inches, then let my mouth savor the complex beauty inked into his skin.
He’s beautiful in every way, even in his dark moments where savage instincts rule.
I’ll take that part of him inside me too.
Now I’m doing my best to release the hard, thick length of his cock, just out of reach inside his pants, but Micah has decided to seize control once more. The way he lifts me up, like I weigh no more than a pillow, is always dizzying.
Within three seconds I’m on my back, my knees up and wide apart, watching him shed the last of his clothes before he lowers himself to the bed.
I want to touch his face, memorize every angle.
My hand brushes his rough cheek. “I love you.”
That’s all I have time to say before he wrecks me with the first thrust. Every nerve in my body lights up, welcoming him back. The way we fit together is perfection.
I wrap my legs around him, greedy to force him in deep. All that tongue action by the door has left me close to the brink. Already I can feel the oncoming blitz of a shattering orgasm.
“Fuck, Tessie.” He thrusts without mercy, again and again. “Missed you so fucking much.”
I don’t care that these words come out gruffly or that it’s not a poetic declaration.
It’s exactly what I want to hear and now I allow the surge to take over, to swallow every other sense.
I cling to him as I ride out the spasms, clenching, arching, sapping every last shred of pleasure.
