“Michaela,” I breathed, then bent to follow the same path with my mouth. Her skin, god, it was buttery and supple, and she smelled like almonds every-damn-where. My dick was hard, pulsing, screaming to be inside her, to find out if she felt as good from the inside.
Flipping her over again, I rained kisses on her mouth, chin, and neck, working my way down her body. She lifted her hips so I could tug off her thong, and her legs fell open, showing me what looked like my entire world. I sunk down and fell into her, dragging my tongue between her folds. A sigh far sweeter than I’d ever expected from her fell from her lips. Her hands were sweet too, caressing my cheeks and ears as I ate her out. It was not my best performance, but I was overwhelmed and needy. I held her thighs apart, tasting her everywhere, licking, sucking, completely fucking blissed out by what I was doing and who I was with. Her hips rocked into my mouth, and her little sighs morphed into rapid pants, then loud moans. Her thighs quivered and tried to close around my head, but I held her open until the last of her moans faded and she slapped at my shoulders.
“Come here, Moses. Bury me into this bed with your body.” She sounded as delirious as I felt, but when we were face to face again, her eyes were clear and focused. Her legs wrapped around my waist, pulling my hips flush with hers. My cock nestled between her folds, and we both shuddered at how damn good it felt.
“Moses…Moses, baby.” I’d hated my name my entire life. If my parents had to go biblical, couldn’t they have gone for something like John or Jonah or Aaron or any-fucking-thing else? But when Michaela said it like that, like I was her discovery, she made me like it, made me want to hear her say it as often as I could.
She reached between us, sliding her warm hand down my cock, then back up again. Then she moved, positioning me at her entrance.
“You can pull out,” she whispered. “I trust you. I’d never do this with anyone else, but you’re my burrow.”
It was crazy. Fucking stupid. The best idea I’d ever heard. The most natural decision I’d ever made. I’d never do this with anyone else either, and maybe that was the craziest part.
Sinking into Michaela was everything I knew it would be and nothing I could have imagined. I went slow at first, needing to know everything all at once. Slow didn’t last. Not with her hands grasping my shoulders and her feet urging me forward.
Our hips rolled, rocked, moved together in a reckless, reckless dance. I cupped her face, kissed the corners of her upturned mouth. She smiled up at me before her lips parted, letting out breathy moans.
“You’re so damn beautiful.”
Her hand came up, trailing over my cheekbones. “You are too.”
I nipped at her lip, then her neck, and finally, her breast. Each time I plunged into her, her breasts moved, her nipple tickling my lips. And each time I didn’t take that sweet little nipple into my mouth, she whimpered.
“I hate you, Moses.”
I grinned and ground my pelvis against hers. “You love me, Michaela.” Then I sucked her nipple the way she wanted and swirled my tongue the way I needed.
“Maybe. I just might if you keep doing that.” Her hips lifted and rode me in confident, sensual circles. She knew what she wanted, knew how to get it, and wasn’t shy about going after it. This was a woman—not a girl—not a fucking groupie. She wasn’t in my bed because I was the lead singer of Unrequited. No, she was here despite that. She was here for me.
That was a raw, powerful feeling.
It sent me into a frenzy. Sucking her tight little nipples until her neck arched and her mouth fell open in a silent scream. Rutting into her, her knees over my arms, body open to mine. She stayed with me, frantic beneath me, fingers grasping at my shoulders and arms, eyes wild but focused squarely on mine.
We were there, together, in this crazy place I could guarantee neither of us had been before. It was surreal, intense, but I had no fight in me. Not tonight—not with her.
She tightened around me, and when I rolled her clit with my thumb, her silent scream turned into a cacophony of grunts and panting, desperate, unfiltered.
Watching her fall apart,lettingherself fall apart with me in such a vulnerable, wanton way, had me following her. I started pulsing, coming inside her, until the angel on my shoulder saidwise up, motherfucker, and get your dick out of this girl. I pulled out, spilling all over her pubic hair and stomach, turning her into a beautiful mess.
What should have been awkward, weird, strange, was only natural. We cleaned up in the shower and had sex against the slick tiles. Then we drank champagne in the living room and I ate her out while she touched my face and whispered words of encouragement.
It was late, so fucking late, but we were wide awake and nowhere near done devouring each other, both our bodies and our words.
“I have you until ten, right?” I asked, my chest already tight, picturing her walking out that door.
“Yes. And I don’t really want to think about it.” She climbed into my lap, and I stroked her tight curls while she fit her head in the crook of my neck.
“Then let’s not think. Let’s do what feels right and try to keep this night going for as long as we can.”
She tipped her head back, her eyes heavy-lidded and cloudy. “Can we keep it going forever?”
I held her chin between two fingers and tipped her head back even more. “Yeah. I think we could figure out how to do that.”
Her smile was lazy and content. “Okay. Let’s do that.”