What did that mean? Did he actually have feelings for me? The thought was impossible considering how long we’d been apart. Could young love actually linger that long and turn into something real?
I licked my lips, my body humming at the lust that flared in his eyes. “I want to thank you, but I’m at a bit of a disadvantage. You hold all the power here.”
He encircled my wrist, drawing it to the bulge underneath his dress pants as I gasped. “Mia, you have much more power over me than you know.”
I gently squeezed his cock, reveling in his low growl.
“Can I...” I swallowed thickly, feeling my cheeks heat. “I want to kiss you here...”
He inhaled sharply before resting his forehead against mine. “Jesus, stella. I need to buy you more rings.”
My head fell back as I laughed—perhaps the first truly joyful laugh since Victor had died and my life had been thrown into chaos. Michael urged me toward the bed and slid his fingers beneath my chin.
“I love hearing you laugh,” he murmured, brushing his lips against mine. “Lift your arms.”
I followed his command, my pulse quickening when he tugged off my shirt and tossed it aside. His deft fingersunclasped my bra, disposing of it too before he unbuttoned my pants.
“On the bed, Bianca.”
If it were any other man, I might have bristled at the order, but something about Michael’s gentle domination set my body on fire. I lowered to the soft comforter and he dragged off the rest of my clothes.
“Is that hot little pussy wet?” he asked, touching his fingers to my core as I gasped. “Ah, yes...” His fingers toyed with my sensitive opening as he coated them with the slick that was rapidly forming there.
Once they were wet, he gently slid two fingers inside me.
“Oh, god...” I moaned, remembering how he’d claimed me in the same way all those years ago. “Please, Michael.”
He licked the thumb of his free hand as his fingers moved inside me. Touching his wet thumb to my clit, he rubbed the swollen nub in concentric circles as his fingers pushed deep.
“You’re so beautiful when I’m making you come, stella,” he rasped, his ministrations becoming more rapid as my eyes fluttered. “Yes, sweetheart. Reach for it. Let me make you feel good before you suck me between those pretty lips.”
The dirty words set something free inside my burning frame, and I closed my eyes, arching against his fingers as the climax loomed on the horizon. Michael’s breaths were heavy as he brought me to the peak, and suddenly my back snapped as I dove into the orgasm.
I whimpered as the waves devoured me, every muscle in my body quaking as pleasure shot to every cell. Michael’s name was both a plea and a prayer on my lips as I sighed upon the bed.
Eventually, Michael slid his fingers from my body and lifted them to his lips. He slowly licked away my taste, causing me to bite my lip as I watched him through slitted eyelids.
“A fucking delicacy,” he said, licking his finger one last time. With his eyes cemented to mine, he slowly removed his clothes, the intention of what he was about to do evident in his eyes.
“Get on your hands and knees,” he commanded softly, and I almost came again from the lust-filled confidence in his deep voice.
Forcing my ravaged body to move, I rose and balanced on all fours. Gazing into his eyes, I slowly licked my lips before asking, “Should I kiss you now, sir?”
He closed the distance between us, sliding his fingers in my hair and clenching the thick tresses. His hold was tender yet firm, similar to how he’d gripped my neck this morning, and the slight dominance was an elixir that I never wanted to end. God, I loved being handled by this man.
Only him.
Only Michael.
“You’re going to kiss my cock, and then you’re going to suck it down your tight little throat,” he said, gravel in his tone. “I won’t be gentle, Bianca.”
“I didn’t ask you to be.”
“Fuck,” he whispered, shaking his head as he touched the tip of his cock to my lips. “Who told you you’re bad at sex? You’re a fucking goddess.”
Smiling, I extended my tongue and slowly licked the sensitive head of his dick, loving the resulting hiss that leapt from his lungs. “I’myourgoddess.”
“Goddamn right.”
