“Fuck!” he shouted, slapping his palms against the tile.
Mickie loved this with every fiber of her being. She loved taking this big, strong, sexy man and reducing him to a puddle of need and curses with just her mouth.
His harsh groans and straining muscles only spurned her on until he finally yelled, “Stop! Baby, you gotta stop, or I’m gonna come way too fucking early. Shit, that mouth is a goddammed weapon.”
She released him with a final lick and lifted her gaze to meet his. He looked dazed and delirious but nowhere near done. Mickie wiped her slick lower lip, and he groaned like a tortured man.
“I want you like I’ve never wanted anyone,” he said, voice rough as gravel. “It doesn’t go away. I can’t think of anything but you. All damn day. All damn night.”
What woman in her right mind wouldn’t want to hear those words from a man like Keith? “I know exactly how you feel,” she whispered. Something lodged in her throat, making the words croak out. Must have been fuzz. It couldn’t have been emotion or l—or anything else.
As she crawled back up his body, she makes sure to pause and hover her tits over his cock. She brushed her nipples over the dripping tip. His growl was seriously the sexiest sound she’d ever heard. Finally, she was astride his hard length once again, hovering her pussy over him.
“You gonna ride me, baby? Ride that cock until I pump you full of my cum?”
That dirty talk. Shit, the man had a black belt in it.
“That’s exactly what I’m going to do,” she said as she wrapped her hand around his length and began to lower down on him. She’d been on birth control or years, so they’d ditched the condoms about two weeks ago after getting tested. Thank God for all the squats she’d done over the past months, because watching him fight for control as she took him inside her at a maddeningly slow pace was too good to miss.
His jaw ticked, the veins in his arms bulged, and his nostrils flared with the force of his rapid inhalations. “Michaela,” he said, warning clear in his tone. Against the gray tiles, his nails stood out, stark white as they pressed down hard.
She grinned. He wasn’t the only one suffering. Her body screamed at her to move faster, but the delicious torture won out, and she kept up the snail’s pace.
At least until Keith growled a “fuck it,” grabbed her hips, and slammed up into her.
Mickie cried out as the sensation of being stretched and full ripped through her. Nothing felt better in the world. He held her hips with a vice grip, keeping himself buried inside her. They stared at each other, chests heaving. Electricity popped and crackled between them. The powerful connection they shared went far beyond physical. The need for him. To just be near him. Talk to him. See him. It scared her as much as it thrilled her. If he eventually realized he couldn’t put his full trust in the changes she’d made to her life, he’d walk.
And she’d shatter, proving him right. That she wasn’t a strong as she proclaimed.
She shoved the intrusive thoughts aside. Worry for the future. Right now, they had what they both wanted, and she refused to spoil the magic with pessimism.
She swiveled her hips, loving the way his neck arched and abs tightened. Not to mention how every stroke of his cock inside her had sparks shooting through her.
“Christ, you feel so fucking good,” he said as he released her hips and stroked his large hands up and down her burning thighs. “So damn perfect.” The words were whispered as though he meant them for himself.
She smiled and began to move over him.
“That’s it, baby. Take us to the moon.”
With each roll of her hips the pleasure multiplied, and within a minute, she was riding him fast and hard to the finish line.
“Fuck. That’s it. Yes.” She planted her hands on his thighs and leaned back. The angle had him stroking along the front wall of her pussy, making her shout and nearly collapse from the intense rush. Her head fell back, breasts thrust out, and she shuddered.
“Keith…”
“I know. Never want it to fucking end.”
Exactly. She could stay in that moment forever. She could starve, waste away, none of it would matter as long as she felt this good all the time.
Keith drew his knees up, planted his heels on the floor, and thrust up into her. Hard.
Her mouth flew open on a cry as she fell forward. Her hands landed on his chest, stopping her forward momentum. He was so deep she could feel him in her soul. She worked her hip like a mad woman. Every downstroke had him hitting something inside her that lit her up like a damned light shot. “Yes!” she shouted. “Right there. Right there. God, Keith. Right there.”