“Yeah? Wake me up to do what?”
His response was a low growl as he caught my chin with his teeth. I grew hotter. So hot that I felt the urge to kick the blanket away from my body. I didn’t need to since Micah must’ve sensed my need. He pushed the blanket away, allowing me to see him in his entirety.
I ran my pointer finger down the middle of his muscular chest as he moved over top of me. I played in the brown hairs that lined his abdomen, and felt the six pack abs that looked as if the best sculptor the world has ever seen couldn’t have done a better job.
“You’re perfect.”
For an instant, I thought that whispered murmuring emerged from my mouth. Yet, it was Micah who’d made the declaration out loud.
Gazing into his eyes, I felt to the depths of my soul that he’d meant those words. He pressed a kiss to my lips, and I responded in kind, opening up to give as well as I was receiving.
I gasped and arched my back when Micah slid one finger into my core.
“You’re wet already,” he commented against my lips.
The rumble in his voice pulled a shiver from deep within. I nodded. “It’s always like this when you’re around,” I admitted.
He kissed me more fervently than the first time around. Both of our hands began moving at a rapid pace, undressing one another. Micah pulled my T-shirt over my head, and quickly removed the bra I still wore.
Despite my near nakedness, I was burning even hotter. My body begged for a release soon. I moved my hands to Micah’s briefs, pushing them down his hips, and for the first time, I caught sight of the monster he’d been hiding in his jeans.
“Shit. Everythingreallyis bigger in Texas,” I blurted out, marveling at the thickness and length of his veiny member. I’d felt him before on the nights we’d spent together. He couldn’t hide his arousal even if he’d tried, but damn, I still hadn’t prepared myself for what was between his legs.
Micah chuckled before moving down my body to remove my leggings and panties. He pushed his hands underneath my knees, widening them up and out to the sides, leaving me completely open and exposed to his hungry mouth.
I sat up on my elbows. The desire to watch him eat me out overcame me. Micah was a beautiful specimen of a man. I derived absolute, unequivocal pleasure from watching him use his mouth to drive me insane. The image of his spectacularly bronzed shoulder and back muscles flexing and bulging as he maneuvered his body to bring me bliss was a sight to behold.
“That feels so fucking good,” I panted, doing my best to keep my eyes from sealing shut. Micah was working his magic on my pussy with his tongue, and I didn’t want to miss a second of it. The groans and murmurs that poured from his mouth as he satisfied me spoke to the pleasure he derived from the assault he was putting on my pussy.
I gasped, forcing all the air from my lungs when he curled his arms underneath my thighs and pulled me lower onto the bed. My head fell against the pillow as my arms gave out, my body weakened by all the sensations shooting through it. I twisted my fingers in the sheets, and my chest rose and fell rapidly as I gasped for air. I felt everything he was doing to me. From the way he used my own body’s moisture to coat every part of my labia with his tongue, to the way the hairs of his beard brushed against my inner thighs. They all were maddening.
He was drawing this out. I wanted desperaretly to beg him to let go of me or finish the damn job when an explosion happened behind my eyelids. It was then I realized I’d closed my eyes against the torrent of enjoyment that was so intense it bordered on painful.
I struggled to breathe again and had barely managed in doing so when I felt his heaviness moving up my body. Opening my eyes, I saw the sheen that coated the hairs of his beard. Not a damn thing in life was sexier than seeing that shit.
Raising up onto my elbows again, I reached out and intertwined my hand in his soft, silky strands, pulling his lips to mine. I tasted my essence on him, and a groan ricocheted from his lips down to my core, causing me to moan as we kissed.
Micah lifted, reaching for something over my head. I was too enthralled in the kiss and the feel of his thighs between mine to see what he was reaching for.
Before I knew it, he pulled back. I made a displeased sound at the back of my throat when he did, causing him to laugh. The sound sent a shimmer of pleasure racing up my body.
“Oh shit.” My back arched as soon as he pushed into me, once again capturing my lips. Condom. He’d been reaching for a condom to cover his massive erection before invading my body. He pushed my knees apart, to the mattress with his palms, forcing me open and exposed to him as he plundered my pussy.
My entire body weakened and then trembled with the pulsing sensations that tore through me.
“M-Micah,” I panted his name, not knowing what else to say or call for.
“You’re so fucking wet,” he murmured with such a deep inflection in his voice that it, too, turned me on. “And tight,” he added while pushing into me with his hips again. His strokes stole my breath, and I was left powerless to do anything besides take it all.
The concentration on his face as those copper eyes stared down at me felt overwhelming. That wasn’t the first time he’d stared at me so intently. It occurred every time I found his gaze on me. As if I were the only woman—no, the onlypersondeserving of attention. Being the center of such focus was both unnerving and thrilling.
“I want to ride you,” I finally managed to get out.
Micah’s eye color shifted, turning even darker, yet, he didn’t say anything. Instead, he deftly moved, causing our bodies to roll over on his bed until he was underneath me, and I straddled him. The movement was so quick and fluid I knew he had to have some type of athletic experience in his background. His hands reached for my breasts, pinching my nipples. Tossing my head back, I planted my hands on his chest, letting my fingers play with the hairs that resided there. I wanted to feel everything.
“Look at me,” he ordered. “I want you to look me in the eyes when you come this time.”
Blinking, I lowered my head to do as he instructed, but it was a struggle to keep my eyes open. The powerful sensations that rippled through me were too much, almost devastating. I lifted and dropped my hips. Micah did the same with his body, riding me from the bottom. I didn’t know how long I could hang on. I was either going to explode with pure passion or pass out from the exhaustion these feelings elicited.
