Oh, start slow he did. He dragged his tongue along my inner thighs, nipping the sensitive skin before moving over to my pussy. I trembled with a terrifying need as he flicked my clit once, twice, then again. He didn’t move fast. Not at all. He flattened his tongue on me and stroked like he had all the time in the world.
I saw stars behind my eyes as the water pounded against us. I gripped his hair to steady myself as pleasure built. This was the most intimate act, and instead of feeling worried or self-conscious, I felt safe, wanted, desired. Each stroke of his tongue had me whimpering. Despite hisslow rhythm, my orgasm ripped out of me like it was desperate to escape. I trembled, tightening my legs around his shoulders as he never picked up his pace. His hands dug into my bare hips as I came apart, and when I caught my breath, he stared up at me with awe in his eyes.
“Delicious. You are delicious.” He licked his lips and stood, grabbing the front of my neck and dragging me closer to him. He led this show, and I was happy to let him. My toes tingled from that orgasm, and I wasn’t sure which way was up at the moment.
“How’s your back feeling?” he asked.
“Um, don’t even know where my back is.”
He laughed and pulled me out of the shower, turning off the water and handing me a towel. He stripped down, his very erect dick hitting his stomach, and my mouth watered at the sight of him. Strong toned thighs with a dusting of dark hair. His full thick cock jutting out against his washboard abs. His tattooed arms hung at the side, and I couldn’t stop staring at him.
“You’re beautiful,” I muttered, like a drooling fool.
He winked. “I have plans for you.”
I literally shivered at the promise of his words. He took my hand and led me to his room, and I wanted so badly to stare at all the parts of him he kept hidden. The photos on the wall, the stickers on his laptop. What did they mean? Why did they matter to him?
I didn’t get a chance though.
He backed me up until my knees hit the bed, and he crawled over me. “You, Naomi Simpson-Fletcher, are distracting as hell. Now, is your phone on silent, or is someone else going to interrupt me before I devour you head to toe?”
I shook my head, my stomach exploding into millions of butterflies. Not just a few. Millions. They swarmed and danced, and my breath caught in my throat when Michael pressed a soft kiss on my mouth. This kiss felt personal, tender,deep.
It didn’t take long though. Michael’s eyes flashed with heat as he took a nipple in his mouth and pulled. It stung at first but then it felthot.
“You’re mine for the next hour, Naomi. If you have any hesitation, tell me right fucking now.”
“No, none.” I meant it too, even though my heart galloped inside at the way he stared at me. Because having Michael look and kiss and touch me like this? It was a fantasy come to life.
CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
Michael
More skin. More contact. That’s what I wanted.More.I teased Naomi’s tits until she turned into putty beneath me, squirming and moaning as her wet hair splayed out in every direction. Her pink perky nipples stood on end, and I bit down on one, harder than before, and she bounced off the bed.
“Did you like that?”
“Um, yes?” Her cheeks were pink and her eyes wide, but it was her lips that did me in. Swollen and puffy from kissing me.
“Um isn’t a good enough answer. We almost got caught last time I did this.” I kissed her nipple again, sucking it until it made a loud pop. “Yes or no?”
She nodded, and I clicked my tongue. “Say it.”
“Yes, I like when you do that.”
“Don’t be bashful on me, Fletcher.” I kissed down her stomach and below her belly button, over the silver ring, before I looked up again. I tugged at the ring a bit, loving the piercing on her. “My mouth’s been on you, so there’s nothing to hide from me.”
She quivered, and I licked her nipple long and hard before I reached for my bedside table. I grabbed a condom and put it on, studying Naomi’s reaction before going further. Our chemistry was insane, but I was more experienced than her, and I didn’t want her to be uncomfortable. “How are you feeling?”
“What?” she asked, snapping her gaze to my dick. “You’re asking me that with your massive dick just in the air, swinging around?”
“Yes,” I said, laughing as I crawled over her. I held myself up with my forearms. She looked up at me, her eyes wide and manic, and I kissed her quick. “Because I want to fuck you, but I want you to be alright first.”
“Michael, if you don’t stop talking, I’m going to get pissed.”
I laughed again and grabbed her hip as I crawled on top of her. Despite the fun and teasing, I couldn’t get enough of this woman. Everything about her squirming body got me harder. She dug her fingers into my shoulders as I kissed her collarbone and the trio of birthmarks on the edge of it. She bucked her hips, impatient as hell, and I smiled against her skin. “Are you wet for me?”
“Jesus, yes,” she said, her pleading voice sending a flurry of desire through me. I loved her like this—open and needy and finallymine.I nudged my dick into her slowly as I kissed her on the mouth. She gasped against my lips, and something passed between us as our gaze held. It was…surreal.
