She turned her head slowly, biting her lip as she made out the outline of Micah sleeping beside her. He lay on his back, one arm thrown over his head, the sheet pushed to his waist.
His breathing deep and even, he was clearly asleep. His hard abs and chest lifted rhythmically, his breathing heavy and deep. The darkness loved his body. It shadowed it, washed over it, and made him appear even larger, sexier, than he already was.
She wanted to touch him. Her hands trembled with the need, her fingers shaking as she curled them against her stomach to restrain the need.
She was worse than a nymphomaniac, she charged herself in an attempt to shame herself from watching him while he slept.
Her libido was cheering the accusation. God, she couldn’t remember ever being so damned turned on. Not even the night she had humiliated herself in his bed had she been this hot.
She was going to get out of bed and change her panties if she didn’t do something.
Think about something else. Something completely non-sexy. She couldn’t think of a damned thing outside the need to touch him.
Root canal. Deeply rooted survival instincts kicked in with that one. But hell, she had never had a root canal; how was that supposed to help?
She turned slowly on her side, inching around until she stared more easily at his gorgeous body. And it was gorgeous. All hard muscle and male grace. She wanted to flow over him and lick every inch of his body.
She was so demented, perverted, she told herself as she reached out, wondering if just a little touch would wake him up. Just to feel his flesh. The warmth of it against her palm.
She kept it safe. After all, she didn’t want to feel as though she were molesting him in his sleep. But dammit, he was in her bed. This was her bed, and he was pretending to be her lover.
Her pussy clenched violently at the thought of Micah as her lover. The memory of the night he had actually taken her slammed into her mind, and she almost moaned at the need that raced through her.
Her trembling fingers touched his abs, against the narrow band of hair that ran below the sheet. It was silky, warm. The flesh beneath seemed to flex, and her gaze jerked to his face.
His eyes were still closed. His breathing was still slow and easy. She didn’t have the nerve to check his heartbeat, to see if it was slow and easy or thundering, as she knew it did when he was aroused.
Or did she?
Her fingers were moving, sliding up his chest, her heart in her throat as the hard, heavy beat echoed against her palm before she ever reached her chest.
Her eyes closed for a long second. When she opened them, her gaze slid from her hand, down his stomach, to the tenting of the sheet that covered his thighs. She could see his cock, hard and heavy beneath the light material, stretching along his lower stomach and sending a pulse of pure lust burning through her veins.
He was awake. She knew he was; she could feel it. Every muscle in his body was tighter now. Lifting her gaze, she looked up to his face again and saw the glitter of his black eyes through the narrowed veil of his lashes.
He didn’t say a word. She watched as he swallowed, his lips parting to breathe.
God, she wanted. Just one more time. He tortured her by sleeping in her bed with him. Some nights he rolled against her; most nights he was touching her. Was she supposed to resist? Was she supposed to be a stone-cold robot that didn’t ache? That didn’t need?
“I’m sorry,” she whispered, suddenly embarrassed, ashamed of the needs that rode her so fiercely that she would touch him in his sleep.
Her hand moved to lift away from him, only to find itself caught between his body and his hand. She stared at his hand as it covered hers, watched wide-eyed as he used his hand to push hers down, along his stomach. She swallowed tightly, almost whimpering as the sheet drew away from his thighs and he was curling her fingers around the thick, heavy shaft of his cock.
She moaned then. The sound that left her throat shocked her at the hunger in it.
“I’m sorry,” she whispered again, even as her fingers curled around the pulsing flesh. “Oh God, Micah. I don’t know what to do. I don’t know how.” Her breath hitched as she fought back a sob.
“Nothing you need to know.” His voice was rough, hard. “My body is yours, Risa. Know only that. However you wish to touch it, wherever. Whatever you need, you have only to ask, love, and I’ll provide it.”
She wanted to cry. She wanted to scream with frustration as she fought to breathe. A part of her wanted to demand that he just fuck her and get it over with, to drive the need out of her so she could think again. Another part of her didn’t want to rush a single moment. She wanted the memory. She wanted everything.
Her hand stroked down the shaft, watching the thick crested cock head as it throbbed and glistened with moisture. Heavy veins pulsed beneath the flesh as it flexed in her grip, erect and powerful.
“I wish I knew,” she whispered painfully. “Knew what to do.”
“What do you want to do?” His voice was low, a part of the darkness, a part of the shadows that loved his body. “Tell me, and I’ll help you. I’ll guide you through whatever you want of me.”
“Anything?”
“Anything, Risa.” His voice sounded thicker, filled with lust and hunger. “There’s no shame between us, baby. Only pleasure. Only the pleasure you want.”
Only the pleasure she wanted. As though still locked within her dream, she let the sensuality, the sexuality, of the moment wash over her.
She rose, moved the sheet back, and moved from the bed. Feeling his gaze on her, she pulled off the long shirt she wore to bed, then shimmied out of the pajama bottoms and panties she had put on after her shower.
She was naked. Cool air washed over her body as a shudder of heat raced through it. She could feel the caress of his eyes, watched his body flex and shift as he lifted his hand to her.
Silently Risa took his hand, shaking as she moved to her knees on the bed, one hand pulling back from him to touch his hard chest, the other, his hard abs.
“I can do anything,” she whispered, almost to herself, as she let her hand run down his body to grip the fiercely erect flesh of his cock again.
“Yes,” the breath seemed to hiss from his lips. “Anything, Risa. Take what belongs to you.”
What belonged to her. Had anything ever belonged to her? She couldn’t remember if it had, but this strong, powerful man was giving her his body, however she needed to use it.
“I want.” She swallowed tightly, lifting her gaze back to his. “I want to taste you, Micah.”
She wanted his cock in her mouth. She wanted to suck it, taste it; she wanted to feel him throbbing between her lips. She wanted to let free the sexual creature she could feel building inside her.
Whore’s Dust or lust, she didn’t know; she didn’t care. All she knew was that it was only for this man. Only Micah made her hunger until she was dying for him; only Micah made her brave enough to try to reach out for what she wanted.
“Then taste me,” he crooned. “Taste me, love, and when you’re finished, I’ll take my turn and taste you.”
Risa swayed as she felt the punch of response that seemed to fill her pussy. The bare lips were already slick, wet, but more of her juices coated them now as the need for his lips against her flesh rocked through her.
“I dream of your tongue against the head of my cock,” his voice whispered through the night as she moved to him. “Watching you between my thighs, your head lowering as you hold the shaft steady with your hand. Your tongue peeking out, licking over it.”
She followed his hushed voice. Moving between his spread thighs, she gripped the stiff, heavy flesh at the base as his shaft rose toward her lips.
“You’re beautiful,” he groaned, reaching out to push her hair back over her shoulder. “Let me watch, sweet. Let me see you licking that taste of me from the head.”
Micah was nearly insane with lust now. How he managed to lie still and not rush her, he didn’t know.
Never had he thought his patience would be tested to this extent, that his self-control would ever attempt to break so easily.
Her tongue was like a stroke of fire over the broad head of his cock. The too-sensitive flesh jerked with the pleasure, causing her head to lift in alarm.
“It’s okay,” he groaned. “It’s pleasure, Risa. See how I enjoy your touch, sweet? Even my cock trembles for want of you.”
A tentative smile seemed to touch her lips for just a second before her head lowered again and he was forced to bite back a shout of pure ecstasy. Heated and damp, her tongue licked over him, then curled beneath the crest, rubbing against the super-sensitive flesh beneath the head. It was exquisite. Never had a woman’s touch felt so damned good.
“So good.” He had to clench his teeth over the words, it was so damned hot. “Sweet Risa.”
He was nearly panting as she licked, rubbed. Then, her lips slid over the head of his cock, taking it into her mouth and tightening as she began to suckle it tentatively.
He couldn’t bear it. His hands fisted in the sheets beneath him. Her innocent caresses and tentative sucks were making him crazy.
“Lick,” he gasped. “Use your tongue, baby, as you suck. Ah fuck.” He nearly lost it as she applied her tongue in just the right spot, just below the flared head. She rubbed with her inquisitive little tongue, sucked with her hot, damp mouth, and his head nearly exploded.
“Ah, Risa,” he groaned. “Cup my balls, baby. The sac is tight; roll them slow and easy. Let your fingers play, baby.” He could barely get the words out.
He was teaching her each move that destroyed his self-control and he knew it. That pure eroticism of the moment was destroying her. He was teaching his lover all she didn’t know. Complete innocence was reflected in her pretty face, in the gleam of her eyes. Hunger and curiosity lit her expression. The combination was erotic. Sexier than anything he had ever known.
Her moan vibrated around his flesh and he had to clench his teeth, fist his hands, and tighten every muscle in his body to keep from spilling between her lips. Lips that were stretched around the throbbing head of his cock, a hot little tongue that caught the spurt of impending release that slipped his control.
He couldn’t do this. His body was straining, pushed to the limit as her nimble, gentle fingers played with his balls. Sweat popped up on his body, ran down his temple. He felt tortured on a rack of flames that was ecstasy and hell combined.
“Risa, sweet,” he groaned, his hips jerking involuntarily against her mouth, driving his cock deeper. He wanted to fuck her. He wanted to bury every hard inch of his dick as deep as he could get inside her.
She moaned against him again, sank her mouth deeper on him, and he hissed in extreme pleasure. Have mercy on him, her virginal mouth was driving him crazy. Never had he had such a hair trigger with a woman. And he couldn’t make her stop. He couldn’t come yet, not yet; her mouth was still on him, and she was fucking enjoying him.
It was in her face, her expression, in the gleam of her eyes as she risked a glance at him. She was enjoying every lick, every suck, every stroke of her fingers against his flesh, and no doubt the feminine part of her knew she was fracturing defenses and shields he had spent a lifetime developing.
His hips surged again. He felt his balls tighten further, felt the rush of electric heat that raced up his spine.
“Risa, baby,” he groaned. “I have a limit here. I’m going to come in that sweet mouth if we keep this up.”
He watched her face, her eyes, and had to shake his head to fight back the urge to spurt inside her hot mouth then and there. Her expression became drowsier, hungrier, as her eyes gleamed in excitement.
Her mouth moved more firmly on his flesh, tightened; her tongue rubbed and stroked.
He couldn’t do this, he told himself desperately. Coming in her mouth wasn’t part of the deal. It was an intimacy she wasn’t ready for yet. It was one he couldn’t force on her. She had no idea—
“Fuck!” His hands flashed out, gripped her hair. His control was shattering. He could feel the pulse of release building in his balls, surging into his dick. “Risa,” he breathed out roughly. “Baby. You’re not ready for this.”
He tried to pull her head back from the throbbing shaft. His fingers tightened in her hair and she moaned. Her tongue rubbed faster, her mouth sucked, and he was gone.
Never had control shattered so easily beneath a woman’s mouth. Micah came when he was ready to come, not when his cock made the decision. But tonight Risa’s sweet mouth was pushing him over the edge and making the decision for him.
“Risa.” His voice was raspy, the protest faint as her tongue swirled around his cock head. “Sweet, I’m going to come. I can’t hold back.” His hips tightened, arched. “Fuck. Risa!”
Risa tightened her mouth on the throbbing head of his cock and sucked him deeper, as deep as she could take him. Her tongue flickered over the little slit in the top of the crest; her fingers rubbed against his ball sac. She wanted his release. She wanted to taste him, luxuriate in him. She wanted to hold this part of him forever.
The harsh gasp he gave of her name was a warning. She wasn’t letting go; she wasn’t losing this. God knew she might never get her courage up for this again.
His hands tightened in her hair and the prickling at her scalp was another pleasure. His cock head throbbed again, a hard, violent flex of the flesh; then the first spurt of semen shot into her mouth.
The taste was dark, salty, sexy. Risa moaned around the taste and took more. Her mouth worked over the pulsing head as the male flavor filled her senses and sent flames rocking through her body. She took all he had to give, swallowing, drawing more to her eager tongue, and loving the shudders that tore through his body, the grip of his hands in her hair.
He was lost in his release. She could feel it; she gloried in it. Her femininity rose with a victorious shout as she moaned in rising excitement as the last pulse shot to her tongue.
He was strong, powerful, and in that moment Risa felt herself claiming him. Her heart, her soul. Parts of her she hadn’t known existed rose inside her. Feminine, filled with an inner strength that she barely recognized. She lifted her head, licked her lips, and watched as he lifted his dark lashes and stared back at her.
Her hands rose, flattened on her belly, and moved up until she was cupping her swollen breasts, touching her hard nipples. She felt empowered. As though another woman lived within her body now.
“You’re dangerous,” he growled, his hands reaching for her.
“I’m yours,” she whispered, feeling his hands cover hers, his fingers working hers against the sensitive flesh of her breasts.
“All mine,” he agreed, rising, sitting up, his lips moving between her breasts. “Come to me; be mine, Risa. For this night, all mine.”
Forever.
Her head tipped back as he pulled her hand from a breast. His lips covered the tight peak, sucking her inside with a hungry groan as she tightened in his arms and cried out his name.
She could feel that caress over her entire body. Her hand moved to the back of his head. Her other hand caressed her own flesh, following the direction of his fingers as he taught her how to pinch her nipples, how to make the pleasure hotter, wilder.
Sensation twisted over her, around her. Risa lost all sense of fear as the arousal became a conflagration of flames that left room for nothing but his touch.
“My turn,” he growled.
His hands gripped her hips, lifted her, then lowered her until her back touched the bed.
Risa shuddered as he spread her thighs wide and moved between them. His head lowered, there was no hesitancy in his actions, no caution. His sexuality, his command, blazed around her until she was arching, lifting her hips to his devouring tongue and begging for more.
“Play with your nipples.” His voice was rough black velvet stroking over her senses. “Let me see you pleasure yourself, Risa. Take your pleasure, sweet. All of it.”
All of
it. She wanted all of the pleasure. She wanted to explode in his arms again and again. Feel him thrusting inside her, coming inside her.
“Micah!” she screamed out his name as his tongue plunged inside the silky wet confines of her pussy.
He had never done that before, not with his tongue. The licking strokes were destructive to her senses. He lifted one leg, holding it high as he fucked her hard with the wet velvet of his tongue, rasped against sensitive nerve endings, and sent her senses spinning.
She writhed beneath him. She felt the edging darkness approaching and she welcomed it. There was ecstasy in the darkness, not fear. In the loss of control there was a rapture she could never have imagined.
“More,” she cried out, desperate to feel him inside her. “Please, Micah. I need more. More.”
She needed to feel him stretching her, burning her with the heavy width and length of his cock surging inside her. She wanted it now. She didn’t want to wait.
He groaned as he pushed his tongue inside her again, lapping at the juices that ran from her as though the taste of her aroused him as much as the taste of him had aroused her.
“Micah. Please.” She lifted closer, her fingers pulling at her nipples now, imagining his lips there, his teeth tugging at them.
Her head thrashed on the bed and perspiration covered her flesh. The room was too hot. There was too much heat burning inside her and around her.
When his tongue moved from the clenching inner muscles to her straining clit, she swore she would lose her mind. When his mouth covered the tight little nub and sucked it into his mouth, she exploded.
The darkness crashed in on her. Light sparkled in the inky darkness, then radiated and exploded around her as she tried to scream his name.
Her hips bucked in his grip, and she couldn’t keep them still. Her nails dug into the back of his head, and she couldn’t force herself to release him. She was locked in a cataclysm that she couldn’t seem to escape.
She was twisting in the destruction of her senses, holding to him, keeping him to her, demanding, desperate for every ounce of pleasure she could experience, every touch, every cry, every spark of release that shuddered through her until she collapsed on the bed, panting and needing more.