Oh hell.
Before I can process, his mouth finds my inner thigh, hot and open and moving higher with clear intent. My hands fly to his shoulders for balance.
Micah hooks one of my legs over his shoulder, spreading me completely open. No hesitation, no asking permission. Just the hot slide of his tongue against my pussy and coherent thought shatters.
My head falls back against the wall. Pressure and heat and the obscene wet sounds of what he's doing make my pulse race. His strong hands grip my hips, holding me in place while his tongue explores, licking through my folds, circling my clit, then lower to push inside me.
My hips jerk but his grip tightens, keeping me exactly where he wants me. His tongue fucks into me with deliberate strokes while one thumb finds my clit and presses. The dual sensation makes my knees shake.
He finds my clit with his mouth, sucking hard. Pleasure spikes sharp enough to make me gasp his name. My fingers tangle in his hair, hips trying to rock against his face but he holds me still, controlling the moment with devastating precision.
Right on the edge, muscles coiled tight with need, Micah pulls back.
I make a sound that's pure protest. He rises to his feet in one smooth motion, mouth glistening with my arousal, expression pure arrogance.
His hand cups the back of my neck, pulling me into a kiss that tastes like me. "When you come, it's going to be on my cock."
The crude promise makes heat clench low in my belly. I reach for his belt, fingers working the buckle open. Micah lets me shove his pants down over his hips. When I wrap my hand around his cock, hard and thick and already leaking, his breath hisses out between clenched teeth.
I stroke him base to tip, thumb sliding through the moisture at the head. His hips jerk forward and his hand clamps around my wrist, stopping the movement.
He kicks his pants away and then we're skin to skin, heat and muscle and all that time apart burning away in the friction between us. His cock presses against my stomach, hard and insistent.
His hand slides between my thighs. His two fingers push inside me, finding me soaking wet. Micah makes a rough sound of approval and adds a third finger, stretching me. The burn makes me bite down on his shoulder.
"Fuck, you're tight." His thumb finds my clit, circling while his fingers work deeper. "Going to feel so good wrapped around my cock."
He works me with focused intensity, reading the catch in my breath and the involuntary clench around his fingers, building pressure until I'm shaking, nails digging into his shoulders.
"Now." My voice comes out ragged. "Micah, I need you inside me now."
He withdraws his hand and grips my thigh, hauling my leg up around his hip. It opens me completely, and then he's there, the thick head of his cock pressing against my entrance.
One hard thrust and he's inside me.
The stretch burns, pleasure and pain blurring together. Too much, too fast, but exactly what I need. Micah holds still once he's fully seated, forehead pressed to mine, ragged breaths mingling with mine, giving me time to adjust to the invasion of his cock filling me.
His muscles tremble with restraint. Tension drawn tight in his frame broadcasts the effort it takes to stay still. But he waits, letting me adjust to the thickness of him splitting me open.
"God yes," I moan.
Control shatters. Micah pulls almost all the way out and slams back in. My shoulders hit the wall. Nothing gentle about the rhythm he sets. Nothing careful. Just raw need and years of grief finding release in the desperate connection of our bodies.
I meet him thrust for thrust, nails scoring down his back. Pain and pleasure blur together. The obscene slap of skin on skin fills the analysis room along with my broken gasps.
His cock drives deep with each thrust, hitting a spot inside me that makes stars explode behind my eyes. The angle, the force, the way he's controlling my body with his strength makes my head spin.
"Look at me."
My eyes snap open, meeting his, dark and intense and focused entirely on me.
He drives in harder. Deeper. Relentless. The hand not gripping my thigh slides between us, thumb finding my clit and circling with exactly the right pressure while his cock pounds into me.
Pressure builds low in my spine, muscles coiling tighter with each brutal thrust. Everything focuses down to where we're joined, where his cock stretches me wide and his thumb works my clit with devastating precision.
The orgasm hits like a flashbang. My pussy clamps down around his cock, inner muscles pulsing as pleasure crashes through me in waves. I come so hard my vision whites out, Micah's name breaking from my throat in a sound that's half scream.
He fucks me through it, prolonging the pulses of pleasure, then his rhythm stutters, hips driving deep one final time as his own orgasm hits. His cock throbs inside me, the hot rush of his release filling me.
