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“Micah? Make it go away. I don’t want to think anymore.”
The tension thickens, my muscles thrumming with new life. Maybe this is it? My actual reason for breathing. It’s not football. Or some cosmic accident. It’s this right here, grounding me to the earth.
My purpose.
I place a soft peck on her shoulder, then find the hem of my shirt she tugged on earlier and lift. She flexes her body as I pull it over her head. I toss the shirt behind me, staring at the waif of a woman beside me. It’s as if the same tornado ripped through her tonight.
“I’ll make it all better,” I promise.
She nods like she believes me, and I kiss her damp cheeks, trailing my hands across her belly until I find her breasts. Shesucks in a breath, releasing it between us. Her eyes flutter closed in pleasure, and relief zings through me, urging me on.
I kiss down her throat. Her tears left behind salt and sadness, but I get every inch, making sure all that remains is me.
Her chest heaves when I pass my thumb across her hardened nipple. My lips trail her collarbone next, inching lower. She’s wrapped her legs around mine, using my thigh to grind her pussy into. She stutters when I close my mouth over her breast, worshipping the tight bud with my tongue.
“Micah.” My name is like a prayer on her lips.
Forget girlfriend, wife, or even everything, I’m consumed by her. I want to crawl inside her skin and live there.
“Here,” I say gruffly. I work my hand between her legs and meet willing, wet flesh. I stroke her with two fingers before she takes me in deep.
A different cry falls from her lips. This one is much better, signifying that I’ve done my job.
“Use me, beautiful.”
I use my thigh for support as she fucks my hand, moving her hips into me again and again while I return to her delectable tits. So perfect. So mesmerizing. For a moment, I think she’s going to ride it out like this, using my fingers until her climax hits, but then she surprises me by grabbing my hard dick and stroking it aggressively.
“Fuck, Raeann,” I groan.
She angles her hips away, freeing her pussy, then forces my back to the bed and straddles me.
There she is.
She pounces on me like a proud lioness. Gripping my cock, she angles it toward her entrance and sits slowly, taking me in inch by excruciating inch until she starts to fuck me.
Her tits bounce in time with the short cries of pleasure that fly from her mouth. She’s gorgeous. Beautiful. A warrior.
I will never deserve her, but I will fucking try.
I fuck her back, lifting my hips as she slams down. Her cries hit a fever pitch when I feel her pussy squeeze my dick over and over. Collapsing against me, I embrace her body and turn us over, slowly fucking her while her orgasm subsides.
She peers up at me with glassy eyes. “I needed that.”
“Now I’m going to make love to you, Raeann Gorman.”
I peck her on the lips before using my arms to create distance so I can watch her emotions cross her face. It’s like reading a newspaper. Shock. Curiosity. All the while feeling the way my body loves her. Holds her like she’s precious.
“Do you love me, Micah?”
“It’s not a strong enough word,” I tell her, pumping my length inside her tight cunt.
“It’s the strongest word.”
“Only to those who haven’t felt what I do.”
“Describe it.”
I smile down at her. “I’m showing you with my body, sweetness.”