No. He’d make me fuck him back. Slamming my pussy down on his fingers or his face, taking as much as I was being given. “No,” I whimper.
“Then do it right or don’t do it at all.”
I swirl my hips around in circles, lifting them off the couch again to meet my fingers, thrust for thrust.
“How does it feel?” he asks.
“Good. So good,” I say in between pants.
He stands up and my breath catches in my throat at the thought of him leaving me, but then he walks around the couch so that he has a front-row view of my dripping pussy. “We can do better than that, can’t we?”
God, yes, we can. I nod. I want him to touch me. I want my fingers replaced with his. I want the softness of his lips and the roughness of his beard. I want the curve of his dick.
Shit. My head flies back to the arm of the couch.
The couch dips and I look up to see Micah kneeling between my legs staring with laser-like focus. I made fun of this ridiculously long couch when we first checked in, but now I’m thankful for it. I throw my feet behind his hips, hoping I can tempt him to fall into me.
As if punishing me, he holds firm, watching but never touching.
“What’s taking so long, Dani? If this were me, you’d have come twice by now. Maybe you need a reminder of how I fuck you.”
“Yes!” I scream. Yes, please.
His laugh is sinister. “You’re not ready for that. You’ll have to do this by yourself.”
I groan my frustration, but I’m so close it turns into a whimper.
“I’m tired of waiting. Come, Dani. Now.”
I fall apart at his assertiveness, letting out a low-pitched scream as I come crashing back down to the ground. When I can finally bring myself to open my eyes, he’s still kneeling between my legs, his fists clenched tightly against his thighs.
“You know what to do now,” he says.
Licking my lips, I pull out my fingers and make a trail up my body with the remnants of my release. Micah watches with hungry eyes, tightening his fists to the point of pain when I swirl my release around my nipple.
He stands from the couch and gives me a long kiss on my forehead. “Good night, my little thunderstorm.”
“Wait,” I call out, my voice weak.
“What?”
“You’re just gonna leave me like this?” My voice is pleading with him.
“You’re a greedy girl, aren’t you?”
My chest heaves with need. This alone will fuel my dreams for nights to come, but I want him to touch me. I need him to fall apart in front of me. “I wouldn’t say greedy. You’re not even gonna clean me up?”
His fingers twitch by his side and when he walks toward me, I feel victory coming my way.
He once again sinks to his knees, this time beside me. My stomach clenches when I feel the hot air from his breath against my waist.
“You’re greedy, Dani.” His tongue touches my belly and follows the trail I created up my body, teasing my nipple just barely enough to wipeaway the evidence. He makes a show of swallowing the proof, planting his hands on both sides of me. “And greedy girls don’t get their way.”
I was wrong. So very wrong.
I thought giving in to my sexual desires for Micah would ease some of the pressure and make it possible for me to focus again. It’s only made me more feral.
He’s had a smug grin on his face since we left the hotel to go see our new house, and I’ve never wanted to slap him more.
