Page 29 of Rescuing Micah (Prey Security: Cyber Team #3)

She was really going to do this.

There was no going back now.

Funnily enough, Teresa found that she didn't even want to.

What was done now was done, she’d stripped half naked in front of the man she’d once loved with her whole heart, and parted her legs, revealing her most intimate parts to him.

Maybe there would be room inside her for shame or at least embarrassment if there wasn't a raging fire of desire in Micah’s eyes.

After all these years, he still burned so brightly for her.

She remembered how much she used to love their make-out sessions, how badly she’d wanted to take that next step.

But the thought of risking adding a newborn to her list of responsibilities had kept her holding off at least until she graduated from high school.

Now she was an adult, and while they would use protection, if she wound up pregnant, it wouldn't be the worst thing in the world. Certainly, something she could financially handle, and even with the mess of the last couple of weeks, emotionally handle as well.

“Show me what you like, pretty girl,” Micah said as he moved to the end of the bed and held up her phone.

A shiver rocketed through her as the camera caught her spread out like this.

It wasn't really nerves, it was more … excitement. The thought of filming this was a turn-on even though she never would have guessed she’d be comfortable with this but turned out she was.

After all, she’d have control of the video, it was on her phone, so she wasn't worried about someone doing anything inappropriate with it, and it might be all she had left of this night with Micah.

One night.

That was all she was offering herself.

Offering him.

Although at the back of her mind, she was well aware that one night was all Tobias and Isabella had planned on, and now they were falling in love and expecting a baby.

With Micah’s heavy-lidded eyes watching her every move, Teresa felt her body come alive as she pressed the button to turn the toy on and then moved it between her spread legs.

While she owned almost two dozen different toys, she used them sporadically at best. Getting herself off just never felt like much of a priority.

Not until right now anyway.

Now she felt like she had to come or she would spontaneously combust.

Positioning the toy against her bud, the sound of its vibrations filled the air.

She jolted at that first touch, feeling much more sensitive than she usually did.

Normally, she would hold the toy there, shifting its position slightly for several minutes, sometimes she never got that buzz other people seemed addicted to, and in the end would give up.

Today, though, as she held the toy against her delicate flesh, she felt something begin to build inside her.

She’d had orgasms before. Never when she was with other men, but sometimes when she was on her own she was able to get herself there with the help of one of her toys, or sometimes her own fingers. When she did come, it was nothing to write home about, pleasant but nothing earth-shattering.

In fact over the years, she’d come to believe that people were lying when they said sex was amazing and orgasms were addictive. It was mediocre at best as far as she was concerned.

“That feel good, pretty girl?” Micah asked.

“Mmm,” she mumbled with a nod as the vibrations continued to build something inside her.

This was her favorite toy, and she had spent a bit on it, but she loved the way it circled around her bundle of nerves and pulsed right where she needed it to if she was even going to have a hope of coming.

“What else do you do while you make yourself come? Do you touch your breasts?”

“They’re not very sensitive,” she replied as her hips began to rock a little, seeking more of what the toy was offering, and she pressed it tighter against her, wanting to fall apart with Micah watching.

Maybe it was a bit of payback, showing him what he could have had, but there was much more to it than that. She was seeking a kind of redemption that she thought only he could give her. Even with his betrayal she felt safe, at least physically, when it came to her body, with him.

This was a place she could let go. Be free.

“Can I?” he asked, nodding at her chest.

When she gave a shaky nod, Micah shifted his position, keeping the camera aimed at her while he lifted the hem of her shirt.

Since she hadn't been planning on doing anything other than hanging around the house today, she hadn't put on a bra, so her breasts were bared to him the moment he bunched her sweater up above her breasts.

“The way I remember it, you loved it when I played with these,” Micah murmured as he took one of her nipples and rolled it between his thumb and forefinger.

Heat pooled low in her belly, and she could feel her orgasm shimmering just out of reach. Teresa pressed the toy harder, and her finger hurried to find the button that would increase the intensity of the vibrations.

Micah’s fingers continued to play with her nipple, alternating between gently stimulating it as he rolled it and then tweaking it harder. Her head moved restlessly on the pillow, her legs trembled, and she felt her body grow tense.

This was what always happened.

She wanted that orgasm too much, and the more she wanted it, the more it shimmered out of reach.

It was like she could feel it, rumbling around the edges of her body, but it couldn’t get past the mental block she had built without even realizing it.

“Relax, pretty girl. It’s time to come for me.”

With those words, Micah leaned down, and his lips closed around the nipple he’d been playing with.

Suckling hard, he stole her attention right when he needed to, and without the barrier she usually kept in place even when she didn't want to, he opened her up to the most intense feelings she’d ever experienced.

Something seemed to possess her, it was the only way she could describe it. A rush of pleasure fired out through her body, starting low in her belly, then claiming every inch of her.

Words maybe, or just moans, fell from her lips, her head thrashed from side to side, the fingers not clutching the toy like a lifeline curled into the covers, needing to hold onto something as ecstasy licked along her veins.

It was almost too much.

Too overwhelming.

And if she hadn't had Micah’s tongue, swirling along her nipple, suckling it gently, keeping her grounded, she wouldn't have been surprised if she’d been swept away with the onslaught of pleasure.

“So beautiful falling apart for me, aren't you, pretty girl,” Micah murmured as his lips left her breast, causing her to whimper a protest as she floated back down from her high.

He chuckled as he stripped out of his clothes.

Without her needing to say anything about it, she saw him hold up a condom. “You still want to do this?”

“Yes,” Teresa answered without hesitation. She needed to know what real sex was regardless of whether her future was with this man or someone else. This was something she knew he could give her, and for once in her life, she wanted to be selfish and take instead of give.

Slipping on the condom, little aftershocks of pleasure were still rippling through her system as Micah climbed onto the bed and settled above her.

After touching a kiss to one end of the jagged wound on her stomach, he lined up and slid inside her in one smooth move, not giving her time to think about what he was going to do.

There was a moment of slight pain as her body accommodated his size—which she had not been too blissed-out to notice was absolutely huge—but then she could hear her own breathy moans playing out through the phone he pushed into her hand.

“Watch yourself, pretty girl, look how stunning you are when you don’t get in your own way,” Micah told her as he began to move. His thrusts were steady, nothing too hard and fast, but he also wasn't treating her like she was made of spun glass either.

Teresa found her eyes glued to the image of herself on the phone, the way her body moved, the raw need on her face, the way she looked with her hand holding the toy between her spread legs.

Now there was a man between them, not a toy. A man who looked at her with nothing but love and tenderness as he rocked in and out of her.

“You ready to fall apart for me all over again, pretty girl?” Micah asked.

“I'm ready.” It was true, she was ready to stop being her own enemy and fly high, experiencing everything Micah could give her.

“Keep watching that video, and if you need me to stop, you tell me.”

“I need you to keep doing what you’re doing.”

Micah chuckled, then picked up his pace.

Balancing his weight with one hand, his other reached between them, found her swollen and sensitive bud, and took it between his fingers.

What he was doing felt so much better than the toy, and Teresa moaned in delight as the little aftershocks turned into something much more powerful.

Between his fingers and his length, pleasure built quickly. If she’d thought that last orgasm was the earth-shattering experience she’d heard orgasms could be, then this one felt like it was about to break the entire universe.

Instinct had her lifting her legs, hooking her ankles around Micah’s hips, bringing each thrust deeper. The phone fell from her hand, she no longer needed it to keep her locked in the moment. Instead, her fingers tangled in Micah’s hair, and she brought his mouth down to meet hers.

Kissing him was a different layer of intimacy than sex and one she probably shouldn’t indulge in when she knew she couldn’t yet offer him anything, but she needed to feel one of his kisses.

The second their lips met, her world fractured into a million diamonds of pure pleasure, as another orgasm tore through her body. It flared with bright light, consuming her, and she cried out, the sound caught by Micah’s mouth as he poured a lifetime worth of emotion into the kiss.