“Better.”
“You’re the undisputed kingpin. Guiding light of the syndicate. The best boss a girl could ever hope to meet.”
My reward is delivered in another slow invasion, too slow, and I stretch my fingers behind me, trying to find his hand so I can tug it where it needs to go.
“You’re far too quiet for such a greedy woman,” he rumbles in a voice that erupts from the deepest depths of his throat. “If you want something, you should just tell me what you need.”
“Could you please rub me? I want your fingers to touch me like you did the other night.”
He removes his other hand from my hip, plunging it into my hair and gripping it tightly enough that it pulls, the pressure making me gasp and heightening all my other senses until I feel like I might fly straight into another realm. Another tug and I can’t wait to go there. I hope everything stays okay back on earth until I feel like visiting again.
Then his other hand delves into my pussy, skating along the slick surface until it skids up to circle around my clit, increasing the pressure behind my eyes until I’m seeing streaks of stars.
“Faster,” I tell him, and I don’t know if I mean his cock or his fingers, and it doesn’t matter because he speeds up both. I want to touch him, make him feel as good as he makes me, but I can’t reach him, even with my fingertips stretching behind me. I grab hold of the hand buried between my legs, squeezing his wrist just so I feel more of his skin.
Then, once more, I’m nearing the cliff edge, hoping I’m not a Sisyphus boulder about to tumble all the way back the wrong side again.
“Don’t stop,” I say, the words rising to a roar as my muscles clench tight around him then convulse as the extremes of pleasure take me in its grip and wring me out until I’m limp and gasping on the bed.
My knees collapse, unable to bear my weight, and Micah slips out of me. In a flash, he flips me over, spreads my jellied legs, and moves onto the bed to thrust his full length inside of me again.
The moment my limbs recover, I link my ankles behind his smooth arse, clasping hold of him to help him plunge deeper, the motion at first painful following so hard on the heels of my orgasm, but moving within seconds to pleasure, rousing me close to the edge again.
I can touch him now and I do, palms moving over every inch of his available flesh, feeling the hardened muscles, the smooth skin, the scars, before delving into the lazy curls of his hair. I clench my knuckles so the hairs tug at their base, the same way he did at mine, and the resulting groan sends a shiver of satisfaction dancing into the extremities of my soul.
With one hand shifting to cradle his smooth buttocks, I release the other from his hair to curl around his neck, guiding his mouth to mine so I can lose myself in the wonders of his kiss. His tongue finds a gentle rhythm, matching to the thrusts of his hips, and he builds me up until I’m ready to peak again.
“Faster,” I mumble against his lips. “Like yesterday. Like you can’t help yourself.”
He draws back, eyes scouring my face, the pupils blown out so there’s only the slightest ring of blue. “You liked that?”
I giggle until my toes curl with delight. “Yes,” I say, trying to urge him into a quicker pace as my hips curl upwards to meet each stroke. “Oh, yes.”
With a glint in his eye, he collects my wandering hands and presses them above my head. He twists his body to the side, so he can stare along the length of me. The fact he likes to look at my naked form writhing under his makes the build-up of pleasure more intense.
I greedily feast my eyes on him in return. Every part of him is more gorgeous than the last. Just the sight would be enough to make me crave him; that he’s here, enjoying me as well, tips me the rest of the way over the cliff until I’m gasping for breath enough to scream his name.
He buries his head in my neck, the teeth scraping along the tender flesh there, sucking and grazing and marking me for anybody to see. His increased pace drives me farther, lifts me further, until the pleasure expands to fill my entire world.
With a last trio of thrusts, he roars and there’s an increased wetness between my thighs. He collapses on top of me, giving me his entire weight before he rolls to the side, carrying me with him.
Another, gentler thrust follows, then he eases out of me, scooping my backside into one hand while the other acts as a cushion beneath my head.
His eyes burn with so much emotion it’s hard to look at him, but not so difficult that I can bear to glance away.
“What was the point of that lesson again?” I tease as my breath evens out and I have enough oxygen to spare on talking. “Was it you’re a really big deal in bed and I should try to keep you in it as long as possible?”
He smothers a soft laugh against my chest, then sucks one of my softening nipples into his mouth until it hardens. When he’s done, I try the same on him and his intake of breath convinces me to store it in the memory banks to practise again later.
“The point for me was learning my little one likes it rough.” He squeezes my rear with his large hand, and I wince. “There’s some aloe vera lotion in the cupboard that might help with the stinging.”
“Maybe later,” I whisper back, snuggling against his chest as a wave of sleepiness overtakes me. “But I think the stinging is the point.”
“Just so long as you can sit tomorrow,” he teases. “The last thing we need is a bride standing all day long because every other position is too uncomfortable.”
“I’m sure someone will have a remedy for that.” I have people coming to do my hair and makeup, surely, they’ll know a cure for red cheeks. No matter which end.
“Is there anything more you need for tomorrow?”
