sweetness of the pussy he was fucking with his tongue.
He knew when she was coming, her hands clutching at his head and her muscular channel contracting around his tongue. She was going to tear his hair out and he didn’t care.
Exultant satisfaction coursed through him when she fell back limp, and he gave her pussy one last lingering lick.
Yes. He could at least manage this.
Chapter 6
R ana stared at the ceiling of her foyer and contemplated every facet of her destruction.
It wasn’t that she’d never had a good lover before. She’d had some fine lovers in the past. Unfortunately, none of them had ever made her feel like she was having a religious experience when they went down on her.
Maybe it was because it had been a while? Or the desperate enthusiasm with which he approached eating her out? Or the scar that rasped over her intimate flesh, giving her the perfect bite of roughness?
She blew out a puff of air. Whatever the fuck it was, this could be a real problem. She had anticipated great sex. She hadn’t anticipated having her soul ripped out and stomped on.
Don’t be melodramatic. It was an orgasm. A powerful one. A very, very, powerful one. But an orgasm. No big deal.
Hell, she hadn’t even seen his body yet. Maybe the best was yet to come.
Pun intended.
She raised herself up on her elbows, aware she was splayed in an undignified, naked heap on her foyer floor. As comfortable as she was with her body, she suffered a momentary pang of self-consciousness, and she moved to close her legs, but Micah was in the way. She met his eyes and inwardly reeled at the hot darkness within.
If she wasn’t so spent, she would have made grabby hands at him, but it was all she could do to curl her fingers. A tingle ran through her.
She’d always been greedy. Another flaw.
He ran his thumb over his lip, not taking his eyes off her. The dim light of the foyer gleamed over the wetness on his face. Her wetness.
She managed to bring herself to a seated position. His eyes dipped over her breasts and stomach, lingering over her pussy. “You’re still dressed,” she pointed out, feeling foolish at the obvious statement.
His Adam’s apple bobbed. “I am.”
So greedy.
She held out her hand, relieved it wasn’t shaking. If it had reflected the wobbliness of her emotions, it would have been. “We should fix that.”
He stared at her hand. The moment stretched between them for so long, Rana wondered if maybe she had misread the painful desire strumming through his body.
Mentally, she snorted. Like she could have mistaken his excitement to fuck her with his mouth. The man had been all in to go downtown.
Finally, he slipped his hand in hers and helped her get to her feet, his eyes hooded. She ran her fingers down his chest, over the buttons of his shirt. “You’re good at that.”
“What?”
“Going down on a woman.”
His thick, angled eyebrows lowered. “It’s a personal favorite.”
She had to bite back her sigh of longing. Why was she not tying this man up and keeping him in her bedroom for the indefinite future again?
Oh right, blah blah, happily ever after, blah blah, turning a new leaf, blah blah, meeting Mr. Right.
But he likes eating pussy! He’s good at eating pussy. Are you aware of how often those two magical qualities overlap? He’s like a leprechaun riding a unicorn.
Rana gave a mental groan. Nope, sorry. She would not be getting distracted by a mystical mouth. Time to think about something else.
She raised her hand and grasped a lock of his hair between her thumb and forefinger. She’d yanked that motherfucking elastic out of his hair like she was personally offended by it, and she hoped she hadn’t hurt him.
Why hadn’t she found long hair attractive before this? It was thick, and coarser then she’d imagined, but shiny. The almost-black mass fell to his shoulders, the ends blunt and rough, like it’d been a while since he’d had a good haircut. “I like your hair.”
He
He knew when she was coming, her hands clutching at his head and her muscular channel contracting around his tongue. She was going to tear his hair out and he didn’t care.
Exultant satisfaction coursed through him when she fell back limp, and he gave her pussy one last lingering lick.
Yes. He could at least manage this.
Chapter 6
R ana stared at the ceiling of her foyer and contemplated every facet of her destruction.
It wasn’t that she’d never had a good lover before. She’d had some fine lovers in the past. Unfortunately, none of them had ever made her feel like she was having a religious experience when they went down on her.
Maybe it was because it had been a while? Or the desperate enthusiasm with which he approached eating her out? Or the scar that rasped over her intimate flesh, giving her the perfect bite of roughness?
She blew out a puff of air. Whatever the fuck it was, this could be a real problem. She had anticipated great sex. She hadn’t anticipated having her soul ripped out and stomped on.
Don’t be melodramatic. It was an orgasm. A powerful one. A very, very, powerful one. But an orgasm. No big deal.
Hell, she hadn’t even seen his body yet. Maybe the best was yet to come.
Pun intended.
She raised herself up on her elbows, aware she was splayed in an undignified, naked heap on her foyer floor. As comfortable as she was with her body, she suffered a momentary pang of self-consciousness, and she moved to close her legs, but Micah was in the way. She met his eyes and inwardly reeled at the hot darkness within.
If she wasn’t so spent, she would have made grabby hands at him, but it was all she could do to curl her fingers. A tingle ran through her.
She’d always been greedy. Another flaw.
He ran his thumb over his lip, not taking his eyes off her. The dim light of the foyer gleamed over the wetness on his face. Her wetness.
She managed to bring herself to a seated position. His eyes dipped over her breasts and stomach, lingering over her pussy. “You’re still dressed,” she pointed out, feeling foolish at the obvious statement.
His Adam’s apple bobbed. “I am.”
So greedy.
She held out her hand, relieved it wasn’t shaking. If it had reflected the wobbliness of her emotions, it would have been. “We should fix that.”
He stared at her hand. The moment stretched between them for so long, Rana wondered if maybe she had misread the painful desire strumming through his body.
Mentally, she snorted. Like she could have mistaken his excitement to fuck her with his mouth. The man had been all in to go downtown.
Finally, he slipped his hand in hers and helped her get to her feet, his eyes hooded. She ran her fingers down his chest, over the buttons of his shirt. “You’re good at that.”
“What?”
“Going down on a woman.”
His thick, angled eyebrows lowered. “It’s a personal favorite.”
She had to bite back her sigh of longing. Why was she not tying this man up and keeping him in her bedroom for the indefinite future again?
Oh right, blah blah, happily ever after, blah blah, turning a new leaf, blah blah, meeting Mr. Right.
But he likes eating pussy! He’s good at eating pussy. Are you aware of how often those two magical qualities overlap? He’s like a leprechaun riding a unicorn.
Rana gave a mental groan. Nope, sorry. She would not be getting distracted by a mystical mouth. Time to think about something else.
She raised her hand and grasped a lock of his hair between her thumb and forefinger. She’d yanked that motherfucking elastic out of his hair like she was personally offended by it, and she hoped she hadn’t hurt him.
Why hadn’t she found long hair attractive before this? It was thick, and coarser then she’d imagined, but shiny. The almost-black mass fell to his shoulders, the ends blunt and rough, like it’d been a while since he’d had a good haircut. “I like your hair.”
He
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