19. Devotion’s Offering #2
Something snaps in his expression when he sees what I want in my eyes. The careful restraint vanishes, replaced by raw need. His hips snap forward, driving deep into my throat. I moan encouragement, my fingers pressing harder into his hips as he finally— finally —lets go.
“Such a greedy little thing,” he growls, fucking my mouth with abandon now. “Wanted me to lose control, didn’t you? Wanted me to use this pretty mouth properly?”
I can only whimper agreement, tears streaming down my cheeks as he claims my mouth with powerful thrusts. Each stroke hits the back of my throat, making me gag, but I don’t want him to stop. I want him wild and unleashed, taking his pleasure without restraint.
His breathing grows ragged, his movements erratic. I can feel him swelling on my tongue, know he’s close to the edge. Still, I maintain eye contact, begging him with just a look to give me everything.
His eyes stay locked on mine, piercing and dark with hunger. Each thrust pushes deeper, harder, his control completely shattered now. I take it all, wanting him to use me fully.
“So fucking perfect.” His voice quivers with each word as his orgasm builds. “So fucking perfect … fucking perfect.”
Everything is still blurry from my tears, but I continue holding my gaze on his face. I want him to see my complete surrender, my willing submission.
“Naomi,” he cries out, the sound of my name on his lips sending shivers down my spine. “Fuck, lovely, I’m going to cum. Want you to swallow every drop like the good girl you are.”
I suck harder and he curses. His hips snap forward one final time, burying himself deep in my throat as he cums. Hot spurts of his release flood my mouth as he cries out my name again. I swallow eagerly, drinking down every drop he gives me, my eyes never leaving his.
His grip in my hair loosens as the last pulses of his orgasm fade, but he doesn’t pull away.
Instead, he stays buried in my throat for several heartbeats, both of us panting, connected in this intimate moment.
When he finally withdraws, his thumb brushes away the tears on my cheeks with surprising tenderness.
“Such a good girl for me,” he murmurs, his voice thick with satisfaction. “So perfect letting me claim your mouth like that.”
Micah gently guides me to my feet, his large hands spanning my waist with careful possession. Standing, the height difference between us becomes more pronounced—his six-foot-four frame towering over my five-foot-eight. Looking up at his face, I see protective strength tempered by genuine care.
He kisses me deeply, seemingly unbothered by tasting himself on my tongue.
When we finally separate, both breathing heavily, he steps back to take in my appearance properly.
His gaze lingers on the delicate lace barely concealing my breasts, the tiny bow nestled between them drawing particular attention.
“You planned this,” he says, pleasure lacing each word. “Bought something special just for me.”
I nod, heat rising to my cheeks. “I wanted … I needed to show you. To prove that I choose this. Choose you.”
Understanding floods his expression. After Lucas’s controlling abuse, my willing submission carries extra weight.
“Show me.”
A smile tugs at my lips.
He takes another step back. “Show me everything you’re offering.”
I reach for the hem of the lingerie top with trembling fingers, but he stops me with a light touch.
“Slowly, lovely. Let me savor watching you unwrap my gift.” The possessive note in his voice sends fresh heat pooling between my thighs.
I watch as he strips off his remaining clothes, revealing a body that never fails to take my breath away. He’s already beginning to harden again, his impressive length twitching I untie the little bow and let the straps fall down my shoulders.
I don’t know how, but his eyes darken even more when my bare breasts are on full display.
“Panties. Now.”
His eyes track my movements as I slip my fingers into the sides of my panties and slide them down my legs. I step out of them one foot at a time.
His eyes roam up my body, fire licking my skin from his intense gaze. Once he’s had his fill, he stalks toward me.
His hands are surprisingly gentle as they explore my body—first my hips, then waist, until they settle on my breasts.
“So beautiful,” he murmurs. “Such a perfect gift you’ve given me. My good girl.”
The praise makes me arch into his touch, seeking more contact. He chuckles, using one large hand to still my movements. “Patience. I plan to take my time enjoying you properly.”
I gasp when his mouth finds my neck, alternating between soft kisses and sharp nips. Meanwhile, his fingers trace patterns over my breasts, teasing my nipples into hard peaks. I’m trembling within minutes.
“Please,” I whimper.
“Shhh,” he soothes. “I’ve got you. Let me take care of you at my own pace.”
He drops to his knees before me, a position that should diminish his dominance but somehow only enhances it. His hands slide down my sides to grip my hips, steadying me as he presses open-mouthed kisses along my thighs. The heat of his breath so close to my pussy makes me squirm.
“So responsive,” he praises. “So eager for my touch. Tell me what you need, lovely.”
“You,” I gasp as his tongue traces along the line of my inner thigh. “Please, I need you.”
“More specific,” he demands, sliding his hands around me and squeezing my ass. “Tell me exactly what you want.”
The command forces me to voice desires I’ve always been ashamed of expressing.
“Your mouth, sir,” I whisper, enjoying the low rumble that comes out of him at my use of the name sir. It pleases me that he likes it. “I want your mouth on me. Please, sir.”
“Where do you want it?” he asks. His tone makes it clear he’s not going to give me want I want unless I say the words.
“I want your mouth on my pussy,” I say with more confidence this time.
He rewards my honesty by slowly lifting one of my legs, dropping wet kisses as he does. He guides my leg over his shoulder, opening me to his hungry gaze.
“Hold onto my hair,” he instructs. “You’re going to need the support.”
The first brush of his tongue against my center has my fingers tightening in his dark hair. He groans at the contact, the vibration sparking through my body. His mouth works me with devastating skill—licking, sucking, occasionally adding the sharp edge of teeth that makes me cry out.
“Please,” I beg as his tongue slides through my wet folds with practiced skill. “Oh god, please.”
He rewards my pleading with a long, slow lick that ends with his tongue circling my clit. My fingers tighten again in his hair, drawing a pleased growl that makes my thighs tremble. He steadies me with his large hands gripping my ass, keeping me spread open.
His tongue moves with maddening patience—broad strokes alternating with teasing flicks that build the pressure low in my belly without pushing me over the edge.
Just when I think I can’t take anymore, he sucks my clit between his lips, and I cry out.
My hips buck against his face but he holds me still, completely in control of my pleasure.
I’m so close, right on the edge of release, when he pulls back. The moan that escapes me is desperate, needy. He chuckles, pressing open-mouthed kisses to my inner thighs while I tremble with denied pleasure.
“Not yet, lovely,” he murmurs against my sensitive skin. “I want you desperate for it.”
His fingers replace his tongue, sliding through my wetness with teasing pressure. One thick finger pushes inside me, curling to hit the spot that makes my vision blur. A second finger joins the first, stretching me deliciously as he pumps them in and out with careful precision.
“So wet for me. Look at you, letting me play with this sweet pussy.”
The praise and his skilled fingers has me climbing toward release again. My pussy clenches around his fingers as the pressure builds and builds. Just before I tip over the edge, he withdraws completely, leaving me empty and aching.
“Please,” I sob, my whole body trembling with need. “Please, sir, I need to cum.”
“You’ll cum when I let you cum.” His voice rumbles against my inner thigh, dark with promise. “Besides, I can’t rush this after the way that perfect mouth of yours took my cock. Gotta reward my good girl.”
My breath catches at the possessive tone. The way he says my good girl sends shivers down my spine, making my thigh shake where it rests over his broad shoulders.
“Please,” I beg as he slides those thick fingers back inside me, curling them expertly inside me. “Micah, please. I can’t.”
He chuckles again, drawing another desperate sound from my throat. His tongue circles my clit while his fingers pump steadily in and out, my climb continuing.
Just when I think he’ll deny me again, he increases the pressure, sucking hard on my clit while his fingers fuck me deeper.
He alternates between fucking me with his fingers and tongue, each switch in sensation building the pressure higher and higher.
His other hand still grips my ass, pulling me harder against his face as he devours me with single-minded focus.
Every nerve ending is on fire, my whole body trembling on the edge of release.
Each thrust of his tongue combined with the stretch of his thick fingers has me seeing stars. I can barely remain standing, my body losing control.
“Oh, god,” I cry out as he hits spots I didn’t know existed. “Please, please, I can’t—”
When his fingers find that spot deep inside me, pressing firmly while his tongue continues its assault, I shatter completely.
“Micah,” I scream as pleasure explodes through my body. My legs buckle but his strong hands hold me steady against his face, refusing to let me fall as he continues his merciless attention.