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Micah :: Гамильтон Лорел
Страница: 42 из 80That weight burst over me in a rush of warm pleasure that pulsed through me, over me, again and again as if as long as Micah sucked, the pleasure would never stop. I was left gasping, eyes fluttered shut, boneless, helpless. I was wrecked, ruined, drowned in the pleasure of it. I felt the bed move, felt Micah over me. I tried to open my eyes, but the best I could do was flutter them enough to see light and shadows.
"Anita," he said, voice soft, "are you all right?" I tried to say yes, but no sound came out. I could think it, but that was as far as I got.
"Anita, say something. Blink if you can hear me."
I managed to blink, but even when my eyes fluttered open, I still couldn't focus. The world was blurred colors. I put up a thumb to let him know I was okay, because talking was still too hard.
He leaned close enough that I could see his face clearly. "Now I'm going to fuck you," he said.
I managed to whisper, "Yes, please, yes."
Chapter 8
He put his hands under my thighs and pulled me off the mound of pillows. Pulled me so that my lower body was flat to the bed, but my upper body was still a little propped up. He put a finger inside of me, just a finger, but the sensation of it writhed me across the bed, made me cry out.
"So wet, but so tight. You're always so tight after I do you by mouth."
He was kneeling between my legs, his body so hard, so ripe, so ready. I said the only thing I was thinking.
"Fuck me, Micah, fuck me."
"You're tight, Anita, really tight."
I raised up on my elbows. "But wet. I'm so wet. You've made me so wet."
He licked his lips and swallowed. I could see his pulse jumping in his throat. "I don't want to hurt you."
"If it hurts, I'll say so."
He looked down at me, and his face didn't look lustful now; it looked nervous, uncertain. I knew he wanted to try to shove himself inside me, but he was afraid to. How many women had hurt him? How many had told him he was a freak, a monster, simply because he was so very male? I sat up enough to wrap my hand around the hard length of him. Just holding it in my hand threw my head back, made me cry out. I stared at him, knowing my eyes were wild, squeezing my hand around him until his head went back, his eyes rolled into his head.
I slid my hand up over him, caressing the soft, luscious head. I leaned back on my elbows, looking at him. "Fuck me, Micah. Fuck me before I stop having little spasms inside me. You made me so wet, so tight, my body is still having little mini orgasms.
"Anita," he said, voice soft, "are you all right?" I tried to say yes, but no sound came out. I could think it, but that was as far as I got.
"Anita, say something. Blink if you can hear me."
I managed to blink, but even when my eyes fluttered open, I still couldn't focus. The world was blurred colors. I put up a thumb to let him know I was okay, because talking was still too hard.
He leaned close enough that I could see his face clearly. "Now I'm going to fuck you," he said.
I managed to whisper, "Yes, please, yes."
Chapter 8
He put his hands under my thighs and pulled me off the mound of pillows. Pulled me so that my lower body was flat to the bed, but my upper body was still a little propped up. He put a finger inside of me, just a finger, but the sensation of it writhed me across the bed, made me cry out.
"So wet, but so tight. You're always so tight after I do you by mouth."
He was kneeling between my legs, his body so hard, so ripe, so ready. I said the only thing I was thinking.
"Fuck me, Micah, fuck me."
"You're tight, Anita, really tight."
I raised up on my elbows. "But wet. I'm so wet. You've made me so wet."
He licked his lips and swallowed. I could see his pulse jumping in his throat. "I don't want to hurt you."
"If it hurts, I'll say so."
He looked down at me, and his face didn't look lustful now; it looked nervous, uncertain. I knew he wanted to try to shove himself inside me, but he was afraid to. How many women had hurt him? How many had told him he was a freak, a monster, simply because he was so very male? I sat up enough to wrap my hand around the hard length of him. Just holding it in my hand threw my head back, made me cry out. I stared at him, knowing my eyes were wild, squeezing my hand around him until his head went back, his eyes rolled into his head.
I slid my hand up over him, caressing the soft, luscious head. I leaned back on my elbows, looking at him. "Fuck me, Micah. Fuck me before I stop having little spasms inside me. You made me so wet, so tight, my body is still having little mini orgasms.