“Man, I want to be.” His mouth collides with mine again, and Micah’s pace quickens, unable to hold himself to his standards of slowing down because us together is too magnetic to suppress.
Turning my head to the side, I drawl, “I love how you fuck me.”
His lips don’t leave my skin when he kisses up my cheek. “What else do you love?”
“Our outdoor sex sessions.”
“I like those, too. What else?”
“You have to know how much I love you by now.”
Micah’s head comes up, and I can feel how slightly stunned he feels, but this is what he wanted all along.
He wanted me, my raw feelings, and those three words that seal the deal.
“Say that again to me,” he replies, his tone dropping into this deep, dangerous octave of deliciousness. “When you’re coming on my cock.”
His fingers drop to my clit and make quick work of creating me into a moaning, almost breathless mess with how he works my body.
I don’t know how long it takes, but when I break apart, his name is immediately on my lips, following how much I love him.
Over.
And over.
And over again.
Micah’s release is triggered by my own, pumping his dick faster and harder inside me until he has no more to give.
Amazing.
“We’re getting married in the spring,” Micah hedges. “I can’t wait any longer to call you Mrs. Wolfe.”
I smile. “Mrs.Wolfe?”
“Woman, please don’t tell me you wanted to keep your last name?”
“No. I was just trying it out.”
“And?”
“It fits.”
Micah rolls his hips and makes my sensitive cunt flutter. “It definitely does.”
I run my index finger down the side of his face, unable to help myself because this is so real and so absolutely insane with how fulfilled I feel. “We need to talk about how we’re going to do this.”
“We will.”
“Where we’re going to live.”
“We will.”
“And how Heath is going to take this.”
“He already knows,” Micah comments nonchalantly. “He and I already talked about it months ago.”
My eyes bulge. “What?”
