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I reach between us, pushing his gray joggers down his hips, past his hard cock, and around his ass before I cup him over his boxer briefs.

“You can do better.”

I squirm against him before using one hand to pull his boxers away from his skin and the other to skim across his taut abs and grip his dick.

“Fuck yes,” he groans.

The silky skin of his cock slides within my fist as he begins to thrust. His jaw tightens, muscles feathering. He groans when I squeeze, his movements quickening. Wild eyes meet mine, and I can barely breathe.

“You don’t understand what you do to me.” We stay in that position until his face is pure torture and then he moves off the bed to strip his joggers all the way off.

I raise to my knees, pulling the hem of my dress up over my head. “Pretty sure I could’ve made you come like that.”

As soon as my dress is out of my hands, he’s on me again, kissing a trail up my stomach to my collarbone. “Good. I’m glad you noticed. Know that every time you touch me, it takes the greatest restraint not to blow like a pervy teenager.”

Micah pulls the cup of my bra down, using his mouth to tease my nipple, coaxing it into a hard peak.

“You didn’t mention my bra.”

He moves to my other breast, giving it the same attention before briefly pulling back to run his hands along the red lace. “Distracted.” He smirks. “There’s so much I want to do. Kiss every inch of you. Taste you. Fuck you.”

“D: All of the above. This bed is so comfy, by the way.”

“You can stay in it forever. You can make it yours.” A gleam in his eyes says he very much means it. The certainty there makes my stomach clench. He’s not just talking about a romp in bed. He never was.

I reach up to cup his cheek. The emotion in his gaze scares me. Mostly because I feel it, too. I tried to deny it. I lied to myself about his true feelings, but here they are, right in my face. I can’t discredit them now.

Suddenly, he flips me until I’m face down on his pillows. He squeezes the bare skin of my ass, using his skilled fingers to knead me there. “Remember when I rubbed my dick on you at the fundraiser?”

He positions himself over me, stroking his cock against my ass cheeks. All I can do is moan in response. Even though it was forbidden then, out in public like that, I wanted him.

I arch into him, and within moments, he flips me again.

I breathe through the excitement, my chest rising and lowering quickly.

“Then what happened?” he asks, as if to himself.

He traces a finger down my stomach, across the lace of my thong, to the apex of my thighs.

I open for him, expecting him to continue with his story, but he lifts his brows at me eagerly.

“You talked me through an orgasm.”

“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 heavy eyelids 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.

“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.”

“Don’t worry about it.” I watch in awe as he assesses me on his bed, moving the pillow again, and all I can do is smile at how much he’s taking care of me.

He gives me a soft smile. “I am worried about it. What kind do you like, Raeann?”

“Mango peach orange.”

He grabs his phone from his pants pocket and goes into the bathroom while I marvel at the silky sheets.

If Heaven has beds, it will be this. Hell, after meeting Micah, maybe Heaven exists right here on Earth.