Chapter 26 #3
It didn’t take long until she was rolling her hips against his face, her breathing coming in shorter and shorter rasps as he pushed her to the edge of release.
“Harder with your tongue,” she rasped out.
She didn’t have to tell him twice. He loved how confident she was, that she asked for exactly what she wanted. He wanted to be the man to give her everything she deserved.
He increased the pressure on her clit as he continued stroking his fingers inside her.
“Micah.” She tightened her fingers on his head, the bit of pleasure pain making him even harder.
Something that shouldn’t even be possible.
He didn’t stop until she was coming against his face, her body trembling with the onslaught of pleasure until she finally collapsed against the sheet.
When she reached for him, he covered her with his body, kissing her with all the pent-up need he felt. He still couldn’t believe this was happening and he wasn’t wasting one second with her.
She wrapped her legs around him tight, digging her feet into his ass and…he really needed to get his pants off because it was painful at this point.
She was faster than him, shoving his pants over his hips before he could move.
“I want to be on top,” she whispered against his mouth as he helped her get his pants off.
He paused for only a moment. Right now all he wanted was to take control, but the thought of her on top of him, riding him… Hell yeah.
“Can you let go of your control enough to let me?” There was a little amusement in her whisper.
She really did read him well. “Anything for you.” In more ways than one.
She made a sound he couldn’t translate but moments later she was on top of him, rubbing her slick folds against his erection—and they both froze.
“Condom?” she whispered, looking around as if one might materialize.
Shit. He couldn’t believe himself. He never, ever forgot. But with her, his own name was questionable in his mind at times.
Reaching over, he grabbed one from the nightstand—that’s right, he was prepared.
To his surprise, she took over and slowly rolled it over his hard length. The feel of her touching him so softly had every part of him aching with need. The way he wanted her, thought about her, obsessed over her, was unlike anything else he’d ever experienced.
Because there was no one else like Clover. Certainly no one else for him. He knew that on a cellular level.
Once the condom was fully rolled on, she oh so slowly slid down on him. It felt like seasons passed as she took him fully with a soft, erotic groan he felt all the way to his core.
He gritted his teeth, realized he was roughly fisting the sheets beneath him because he didn’t want to bruise her hips with his hold.
Because his legendary control? He was barely hanging on to it.
Then she started moving her hips in a slow, sensual rhythm.
He took it for as long as he could but then matched it with a more erratic one.
Even though all his muscles were pulled taut and he felt like he might rip apart at the seams, he managed to let out a breath as he thrust up into her again.
He wanted to be in this moment and memorize everything about it.
As their bodies joined over and over, he finally clutched onto her hips, mesmerized by the sight of her on top of him, taking control, and oh hell, when she leaned down to kiss him, he couldn’t hold back any longer.
Reaching between their bodies, he teased her clit again with the amount of pressure she liked and she jolted, riding him even faster until they both came with harsh cries.
In that moment everything else fell away and it was just the two of them. No other worries, nothing else mattered.
Just the two of them and their pleasure. Though for him it wasn’t just physical. He wanted everything with her.
“Sit tight,” he whispered, brushing a kiss over her mouth as he rolled the condom off.
After disposing of it, he slid back into bed with her and pulled her close, savoring the heat of her against him.
“I wasn’t sure if you’d be a cuddler,” she murmured as she curled up against him, her long, lean body a perfect fit.
“You thought about me in terms of cuddling?” He kissed the top of her head, more at peace than he’d ever been. It was…almost disturbing. But he wouldn’t give it up for anything.
“Don’t let it go to your head.”
“Too late.”
She snickered slightly, then let out a soft groan. “I just realized that we have neighbors. Oh my god, do you think the others heard us?”
He stilled, then snort-laughed. He didn’t give a shit if the others had heard them—he certainly hadn’t been thinking about them. “I didn’t think about them once.”
“Well I guess that’s good.” She playfully pinched his side.
“I don’t think we were loud…but I also don’t think we were quiet.”
“We can do it in the shower later. The water will mute our sounds.” She paused. “Probably.”
His heart skipped a beat at the “later” comment. He wasn’t sure where her head was at and what this thing between them was for her. He knew how he felt about her, but he also wasn’t going to ask any questions right now about what she thought about a future for them.
Because he wasn’t sure he wanted the answer.