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“And what did you say you wanted?”
“Your mouth on my pussy.”
His eyes glaze over, and he runs his hands up my hips, grabs my panties, and works them down until I’m bare to him. His dick juts between us, long and thick.Damn. That dildo didn’t lie.A bead of cum hovers at the tip. His taut torso and chiseled chest, along with the square of his jaw, reel me in while he pushes my knees to the bed.
“And then you came.” Again, he says it like a statement.
I wiggle under his intense stare. “Eventually.”
“Should we track how long it takes you to come now?”
Luckily, his question was rhetorical because he swoops low, sliding his hands under my ass and propping me up to him like a gourmet meal.
He runs his tongue up my folds like he did earlier. “Mine,” he growls, then a long groan emanates from his chest as he explores my pussy with his tongue.
“Micah.”
Arousal drips from me, and he captures it with his tongue, flicking against my clit.
I lift my hips, a cry ripping from my throat. I twist my fists into the sheets. “Again. Please.”
“Yes,” he grunts in approval. His tongue circles my clit, over and over. The sight in front of me is unbelievable. Micah Freeman working for my orgasm, the tattoo on his chest, the way his earnest gaze connects with mine.
My body starts to tremble with the relentless onslaught of his mouth and tongue. “I’m going to…”
“I know.”
It’s as if his tongue has been trained in the exact way to tune my body. Pleasure mounts and mounts until I’m a shaking mess on the bed.
My orgasm comes so hard and fast, the scream I let out surprises me, but I’m too blissed out to care. My limbs fall to the bed. It’s only me and the waves of pleasure that exist in my reality until Micah cups my breast. My lower half convulses as another aftershock hits.
“That was fast.” The grin on his face says it all.
I take a few gulps of air before answering. “I don’t need to inflate your ego anymore.”
He presses my body against his, stroking across my forehead into my hairline. “It’s at capacity anyway, seeing your heavyeyelids and tasting you on my lips. I bet that was much easier than you trying yourself.”
“So much easier.”
He runs his hands into my hair again, soft strokes that lull me into a sense of peace until his other hand trails toward my legs. “I’ve been dreaming about you taking what’s yours, Raeann. Please don’t deny me.”
I reach out, running my hand down the hard ridges of his cock.
“You’re killing me, baby.”
I straddle him, my hand still pumping him up and down. Our stares connect, and I wonder briefly about a condom. My gaze flicks to the nightstand on either side of the bed.
“You can grab one if you want,” Micah says. “But this dick is yours now. Forever. The team doctor checks us regularly, and I’m clean. Always. And I trust you.”
I’ve only ever worn a condom with someone, but I always wanted to try it bare. The friction. The one-ness.
I pose above him, stroking him toward my center. Anticipation builds until I’m needy again. The picture in front of me is one of pure perfection. The raw emotion in his gaze as his stare moves from my eyes to the point where we’re nearly connected.
I lower myself, the tip of his cock sliding into my heat. We both let out a guttural “Fuck.” I stay there, teasing his tip while getting myself used to him before I lower further. I start rocking over him, taking him deeper and deeper with each movement.
The way he stretches me, it’s like an invasion in the best way.
“Just a little more, baby,” he coaches.