Oh. My. God.
I closed my eyes as he gripped one cheek in each hand and made a meal out of me. Not just a meal. A feast. He devoured me like a starving man, swirling his tongue against my lips before delving inside. He used his tongue to push deep inside me, stroking in and out out my body with a rhythm that felt familiar and yet forbidden.
“Not yet,” he growled as my hips started to rock against his face. I whimpered, threading my hands through his hair. “I want to be inside you when you come.”
He lifted me up and carried me to the bed. I stared at him, feeling shy and brave all at once. If I had ever doubted that Michael wanted me with an intensity that matched my own feelings for him, I was certain about it now.
He laid me down and quickly stripped the rest of his clothes off. He was so big and strong and beautiful, he nearly took my breath away. I quickly lifted my gaze to his face but he had caught me looking. His mouth quirked in a smug smile as his eyes wandered all over me hungrily. It was as if he was trying to memorize every detail of me.
I shivered under the heat in those dark, mesmerizing eyes, reaching for the cover.
“Don’t,” he said roughly, grabbed my ankles and pulling my legs apart. He crawled between them, kissing my legs as he worked his way up to my center. “I want to see you.”
I cried out as his lips closed over my sex again, probing me deeply, then pulling back when I started to respond. I looked down to see a look of utter concentration on his handsome face as he slid a finger inside me, withdrew and then pushed two fingers inside me again.
“Christ, you are so tight,” he growled, slowly pushing his fingers in and out of my body. He leaned down to suck my clit into his mouth and flick his tongue against it, stopping just short of my peak. “I can’t wait, Terri. I need to have you now.”
“Yes,” I said, even though I was afraid. I wanted this. I needed this.
I wanted him, no matter what that meant.
He moved over me, his eyes searching mine. Whatever he saw there must have satisfied him. He kissed me deeply again and then it was time.
“Hold on to me,” he commanded. I slid my arms around his neck as I felt him doing something below us. “I’ll try not to hurt you.”
“Thank you,” I said inanely, loving the feeling of his scratchy chest rubbing against my body, my nipples hardened into sharp points.
He paused, staring down at me with a look of wonder.
“How on earth can you be so sweet?”
Chapter Twenty-Five
Michael
The girl beneath me didn’t hate me. She was a mewling, willing woman. The look in her eyes was utter surrender.
I had done that. Somehow, I had won. And this, this, was my prize.
She was my prize.
I notched the tip of my shaft just inside her gorgeous little pussy. Nothing had ever felt so good. She was so tight. I was afraid to hurt her. But not so afraid that I would let it stop me.
I stared down at her unbelievably beautiful face as I pushed forward. Her body felt so smooth, so welcoming, it stunned me. Nothing should feel this good. It seemed like nothing could.
Only her. Only Theresa.
As badly as I wanted to drive home, to take her roughly, to make her mine with all the pent up need inside me, I also wanted to be tender. Careful. Not to break her.
Only enough that I could still put her back together again. Terri was a precious doll and I wanted to be able to play with her, again and again.
“That’s it, sweetheart. Open up for me,” I said. I watched her achingly pretty face carefully for any sign of distress. She was being so brave. I couldn’t be prouder.
Even though almost losing her had taken the timeline out of my hands, this had always been inevitable. Everything about us drew us to each other. From the moment we met, this was preordained.
Maybe even before then, too.
I leaned down to kiss her. I knew she was nervous. I wanted to distract her. And those pretty lips of hers were far too tempting.
I did the trick. I slid forward as she relaxed. I didn’t stop kissing her as I came to her maidenhead. What an old fashioned word. But it felt like a big moment. There was something sacred about being with her for the first time already. The fact that no one had even touched her this way made it even more so.
“Hold onto me,” I urged as I spoke against her lips. Then I pushed forward. She cried out and I kept kissing her, holding her, barely moving as her body adjusted to me. I was seated to the hilt, my shaft enclosed in her heat. It felt better than anything I had felt in my entire life. Nothing had come close.