I ignored the question on his face and lifted my hips again and, when he pulled away, stroked him with my gaze from those wide, squared-off shoulders, over the tuft of dark hair at the collar of his work shirt, to the obvious outline of his cock below.
“Good. I like it when you look at me like that. Look your fill.” I made as if to touch him and he reared back. “But you don’t touch. You don’t put your hands on me. I’m the one who touches this body. I’m the one who decides. You still good with that?”
I nodded.
He put one rough palm to my breast and I groaned.
22
Micah
Had it always been like this with women and I’d just forgotten? Had time just worn down all this bright, frantic need to something dull and kinda fun? Satisfying, like taking a leak.
Nothing like this. This was more than fun. It wasn’t, actually, fun at all.
Jesus, no wonder I didn’t do this anymore. I was out of control, wild, willing and able to do just about anything to get myself into this woman, under her skin. To get her to moan like that again—like we weren’t two people having a conversation with our bodies, but sharing something deeper, wilder, more elemental. Connection.
It scared the shit out of me.
She said my name, the two syllables like music on her lips, and I couldn’t stop. Her tits were everything I looked for—soft and heavy, filling my hands like water from a fountain, like the tenderest, most elemental part of a person. When my calluses made feeling impossible, I ran the backs of my knuckles along their plump, satiny sides.
I’d planned to take my time, but that feeling—the ultimate bliss of that curve—shoved everything into overdrive. I bent, put my face between her breasts, and breathed her in…
“Fuck, you smell good.” Another sucking inhale, full of her—my new oxygen—and I turned, grasped her breast and pulled, putting her nipple right where I needed it.
Oh, shit, she was a dream. It was hard and red and big as a cherry and it was all I could do to kiss her before scraping her with my teeth. She gasped and writhed beneath me and, still hunched like some fucking maniac, I knocked her knees aside with one of mine, put that pouty little point into my mouth, leaned back to watch her face, and sucked.
“No no no no no no.”
I stilled, dropped her nipple. “No?”
“Yes. Yes, I mean yes! God, don’t stop, Micah. Don’t.”
A weird savagery worked its way from my cock to fill my chest, then back down again, pumping more blood into me, making me rock hard and ready. “You’re screaming no, like you don’t want this, but then you say you do. Which is it?”
“Huh?” Her eyes were fuzzy, her face and neck and chest bright red, like I’d slapped her. “I want it.”
Gaze steady on hers, I leaned to the side for her other breast, ran my beard over her nipple, and watched the tiny changes in her face. A widening of those prim, wet little lips into a perfectoh, a fluttering of her dark lashes, an almost inaudible shudder. The connection between us sizzling, I reached out my tongue and licked, just the tip of that ripe little fruit, circled it once and then sank onto it, wishing I could consume every bit of her whole. “I want to fuck you.” With a finger, I drew a gentle line along her breastbone. “Right here.”
Her chest rose and fell, sudden as a convulsion.
“But first, I’d better taste the rest of you.” Letting this rough desire lead, I licked a path over the giving flesh of her belly, to where my pants rode low on her plush hips. “You smell amazing.”
She blinked, appeared to wake up, maybe, shifted minutely, like she’d push me off her.
“No. Don’t move.” I pressed my weight back, moved lower, let my breath heat her pussy, through black long underwear that had no right to be this fucking sexy. “I want to smell you, you let me do it.” I put my mouth to her, open, hungry. “I want to eat you, you fucking let me.”
She huffed out a low, inhuman-sounding groan and squirmed.
“Stop moving and pull these down.”
“You want me to—”
“Don’t question it, Christa. Just pull down the pants and show me your pussy.”
She gasped, bit her lip, and shivered. Jesus, I liked this game. The harder I made my voice, the more glazed her eyes got.
I gave her room, watched her tug at the waistband, bringing it down, past her ass and thighs, where I took over.
