He slid out, just a couple inches, then slowly pressed back in, the movement hitting all those lit-up places we’d awakened together.
“Your turn, Micah.”
He shushed me, kissed me again, held me up, pressed me to the door. Taking care of me, because he couldn’t be bothered to worry about himself.
“Come on. Do it.” I didn’t even ask myself why I wanted him to come. It wasn’t something I’d considered before with a man. Did he come? Did he not? Did it matter? I mean, yes, as far as mutual satisfaction was concerned, but this was different. This was about…giving him something. Pleasure, maybe?
“I want you to come in me.” Uh oh, I’d just acquired a new kink. The list, with this man, was getting long.
“Yeah?” He leaned back, eyes wide open, questioning.
“I want to feel it.” And then, because I liked the way he looked at me when I said his name. “Come in me, Micah.”
“Fuck.” He picked up the pace, his thrusts messier, my body a tool now, rather than the center of everything.
“Fill me with your come.”
“Oh, shit.” His hold under me tightened, one arm a steel band, lifting and dropping me, impaling me on his massive erection. “I’ve never done this before.”
For a few short seconds, I thought he meant sex. Which wasn’t possible.
“Never…done…what?”
“Bareback.” The word, pornographic, to my ears, tightened my nipples painfully, made me clench harder around him. “Raw.”
Definitely a kink. “You’ve never done it without protection?”
“No. No, never.”
“You want to come in my pussy?”
“Oh, fuck yeah. Fuck, I want to fill you up with it.”
“Yeah. Good. Do it, Micah,” I urged, the devil on his shoulder. I wanted to see his face when he came, wanted to be the receptacle for all that built-up pressure. He pounded harder, pumped sloppily, grabbed my breast, twisted my nipple. He looked like chaos and pleasure and pure, feral delight. I wanted a picture of this to wank to for the rest of my life.
“Soon.” Faster, almost leaving my body, concentrating hard on nothing but his cock, getting there, his arms tight and efficient. “Fuck, Oh, Fuck. Fuuuuuuuuuuck…” The sounds coming from his mouth turned wordless, guttural and pained, his rhythm disappeared, he jerked me hard onto his body, another couple fast ones and then a final push, deep, deep inside, his teeth imprinting the side of my neck.
All of this was like a claiming—him me or me him, I wasn’t sure. He pulsed inside me and I imagined I could feel his semen. I squeezed around him and he hummed.
After a few harshly drawn breaths, he dropped my legs, slumped against the door, and gave a worn half-laugh against my neck before sliding out of my body.
“That was unbelievable.”
I huffed out a giggle, bereft, now that he was no longer in me, but happy. “It was.”
“Yeah?”
I looked up and what I saw in that hard-planed face made my belly go squishy. “You turned me into a porn actress.”
His smile was massive, his teeth big and white against that dark beard, his eyes lit up, the creases around them making him ten times more handsome. “Youwerequite the dirty talker, Christa.”
“Yeah, well that’s new.”
“It was incredible.”
I blushed and looked away. “If we’re doing a dirty weekend, we might as well do it right.”
“Sure.” He gave me a final squeeze and stepped back. “Let’s see if we can both fit into that bath.”
