In the space of a few seconds, her expression morphed from that lost, heavy-eyed, wet-lipped look to worry.
“Micah?” Her gaze searched mine. “What is it?”
Unable to talk through the tightness in my chest, I shook my head.
“Baby?” Her hand stroked my cheek. “Tell me?”
“I love you.” Well, shit. There. It was out.
She opened her mouth and shut it again, did that a couple more times and then, as if she’d lost the power of speech, grasped my head between both hands and lifted her mouth to kiss me. Hard, like an owning.Mine, she said, with her lips and teeth and tongue. Like, for once she was the one at a loss for words.
My response was just as wild. And that was one more thing that made sense between us. Though we could be sweet as hell, we lost it in each other’s arms.
And this kiss was absolutely feral. A mauling. I’d be surprised if we didn’t draw blood. And somehow, suddenly, the head of my dick was right at her entrance and I was partway in.
I took penetration slowly with her, usually, but telling her I loved her had somehow made me savage. I thrust hard enough to shove us up against the headboard.
“I love you,” I gasped again as she tightened around me. “I love you so fucking bad, Christa.”
“Yeah,” she gasped. I thrust again and she moaned, drawing a growl from the depths of my soul. My hips worked back and forward, claiming her with a mind of their own.
“I love your pussy. I want to own it. Want it tight around me every day. Every morning. Every night, I want to pound you like this.” My voice sounded like shit. Low and animal and mean.
“Oh, crap, Micah. Oh, God.”
I leaned to the side, put my weight on one arm, and pinned her to the bed with my other hand on her belly, then slowly withdrew. “Fuck, baby, I’ll never get tired of seeing those pussy lips around my cock. Look at how you’re stretched tight, all glossy and juicy for me. Taking me in.” I thrust hard, drawing a low, ugly sound from her—the kind of sound I lived for. “Take it, Christa.” Another hard thrust. “Take my love. Take my cock.”
“I want it,” she whispered, the words more breaths than actual sounds. “I want you.”
“Yeah. Fuck, yeah. Take me.” My cock, shiny and steel-stiff plowed back inside and, fuck I wanted to watch some more—for hours—but from the glassy look in her eyes, she was about to come and I had to go with her.
“You there, sweetheart? Huh? You almost there?”
She tightened her fingers on my ass, pulled me in deep, grunted a response, and, goddamn, I loved how my woman lost her words with me.
“All right, I’m gonna do it.” I swallowed, trying to remember how to say the things I needed to express—dirty talk always made her hotter, made her orgasms flame brighter. “I’m gonna pound this little pussy until you come all over my cock. And then I’m gonna fill you up.”
My voice broke, along with my mind. “Fuck. Fuck. I fucking love you. Love your pussy. Loveyou.”
My last few thrusts were mindless and messy, probably too strong, but I was gone, lost in her, coming harder than I had in my life and—Fuck. Fuck me, this. This. This was it.
In the seconds before we lost it together, she watched me, her gaze so full that tears rushed my eyes.
This.
With a roar of relief, I let go just as her pussy clamped around me. Everything blurred.
I wanted to pull her in tight, to hide from the intensity, but I couldn’t, because she was it and I wanted her to see that.
This.
I was too heavy for her, though she always claimed to like this moment when I truly let go and gave her everything. My heart was still thwacking against the inside of my ribcage when my vision finally cleared and my brain told me take some of this weigh off her or she’d suffocate. I straightened my arms.
“Love you, too, Micah.” Her pussy tightened around me and she put a hand to the side of my face, where she caught a tear with her fingers. Huh. I was crying. “This is it for me, too.” Had I said that aloud a few minutes ago? “You, Micah. You’re it for me.”
She smiled and I’d just started to move inside her again when the alarm blasted through the moment.
“Shit,” I muttered as she shoved at me.
