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“I don’t know if I can.”
“You’re doing so well. Take me.”
I hold my breath, then release it as the last remaining inch slips inside. “Micah.”
“There I am. Can you move?”
“Give me a moment.”
“Take your time. I have eternity.”
So full. So fulfilled. I rock against him, the tip of his cock hitting a spot that makes me moan. “Oh God.”
“Right there?” he asks, lifting his hips into mine slightly.
“Please don’t move. You might break me.”
He smirks, and something about it is taunting. Like he knows exactly what he has. It makes me want to show him that I can take it all and more. I lift up and down gingerly. His smile morphs into a concentrated stare, lips thinning. I keep going, getting bolder and more reckless, until he groans. “That’s it. Take me.Own me.”
I fall forward, catching myself on my hands. Micah uses his impressive abs to shift up to unclasp my bra, helping me remove it before gripping my breasts while I ride him. “This isn’t fair,” I breathe. “Your body is so perfect.”
“Mine? Do you see these?” He squeezes my tits. “How about that ass? And don’t get me started on the way your pussy hugs my cock. I’m barely holding it in.”
“Don’t,” I beg. “I want to see you lose yourself in me.”
“You don’t understand what you’re asking.”
“I think I do.”
He moves his hands down over my hips to my ass, then lays them flat while he lifts up into me, his stroke faster and deeper than mine.
I cry out.
He doesn’t stop. He does it again and again, pistoning in and out of me until I start to move against him, too. The sounds of us coming together furiously fills the room. Our gasps for breath, the creak of the bed, and above it all are Micah’s words of encouragement.
“So good.”
“Yes, like that.”
“Perfect pussy.”
“Made for me.”
“Mine.”
His last word becomes a chant as my body works higher and higher. It’s hard to comprehend where I end and he begins. I’m a bundle of tight nerves begging for release. When I feel the first signs of him losing control, I join him. His movements become jerkier, more pronounced. The groan that leaves his mouth will forever be etched in my memory, born in pure need.
“Micah,” I warn briefly before I come apart, my pleasure mixing with all the other noises, overtaking them.
Until Micah’s. His, though understated, is all I can hear. Another heavy, hard groan that trails away when his cock jerks inside me. An imprint I’ll remember forever. My pussy grips him again at the feel of him releasing into me. An unrestrained mewl rips from his throat while I kiss the inked flowers on his chest.
Afterward, he bands his strong arms around my body, pulling me close to kiss my forehead. I now understand what he meant by my self-care time not measuring up to the real thing. It was better than I could’ve imagined.
He turns us to our sides, stroking his fingers down my arm. “Stay right here. I’ll clean you up. Do you want a drink or anything? Food?” he asks, disentangling our limbs and placing my head on a satin soft pillow.
“Do you happen to have any juice?”
He gets up and tucks the sheets around me. “I’ll get a grocery delivery.”