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teeth and tongue tasted. Deft fingers stroked, teased and
tweaked. He dominated her, using his weight to anchor her writhing body to the
mattress, his strength to bend her to his will.
    And she loved every second.
    He sampled all except where she wanted him
most. Her sex. Shameless, she writhed beneath him. Begged and pleaded with
abandon. Micah would not deviate from his planned route.
    When he finally settled between her legs,
massive shoulders spreading her wide, her heightened level of arousal was
almost painful. She nearly came with the first bold sweep of his tongue over
her drenched folds but he held her on the edge, pulling back whenever she got
close.
    “Oh god. Please! I need…”
    His tongue circled her entrance then
plunged deep, rasping the quivering walls of her pussy. Her hips bucked,
reaching for the orgasm that hovered just out of reach. Her channel clenched as
he withdrew to circle her clitoris. The bundle of nerves spasmed and pulsed.
All it would take was one firm stroke, but again he moved on.
    “Fuck,” she grumbled, frustrated beyond her
normal restraint, reduced to cursing. “You bastard!”
    “What, sweet baby?” he teased. “What do you
need? Tell me, Becca.”
    Inhibitions be damned, her need to orgasm
was far greater than any sense of propriety. If he wanted specifics, she’d give
him explicit, in-your-face instructions.
    “Suck my clit. Flick your tongue over it,
fast. Fuck me with your fingers, hard. Three of them. And don’t stop ‘til I
come.”
    Holy shit. Where had that come from? She was a completely different woman with him. Bold and brazen.
Daring and free. And damn if she didn’t like the new her.
    While Micah may be all dominant alpha male,
he was pretty damn good at following instructions. He held her clit captive
between his teeth, his tongue flicking against the tip and his lips exerting
glorious suction. At the same time, two thick fingers powered into her pussy.
He twisted his wrist, added a third finger and homed in on the perfect spot
where the stroke of his fingertips drove her wild.
    Rebecca bucked, fucked his face, muttered
incoherent praise. Her entire body tensed to the point only her heels and
shoulder blades remained in contact with the mattress. Micah mumbled something,
creating amazing vibrations that tore through her pelvis. She strained, grabbed
for the prize, screaming his name as overwhelming pleasure exploded,
ricocheting from one nerve ending to the next.
    He didn’t let her down. Micah kept the
devastating sensations rolling, building the pressure until all she could do
was surrender to the ecstasy. Dazed, she lost count of how many times she came,
each peak higher than the last. And when she thought she could take no more, he
proved her wrong. Repeatedly.
    He gave her no chance to recover. Micah
rolled on a condom, aligned his cock with her pussy and slammed forward. He
filled her in one great thrust—stretched tender tissues to new limits—reached
previously concealed and ignored pleasure centers. She felt full, whole.
Blissed out beyond belief.
    He took her hard and fast, then slow and
deep, constantly changing the tempo. Just barely coming down from one peak he
built her back up until she lost all concept of anything other than him.
Finally, Micah brought her to one last stunning crest and followed in her wake.
    They collapsed in total exhaustion and
satiation only to wake a short time later. The slightest touch was all it took
to reignite the passion and start all over again. He fucked her from behind
then changed position so they both lay on their sides.
    The next time she woke up he was carrying
her to the bathroom. She’d never had shower sex but soapy bodies sure made for
devilish fun. Hands sliding over sensitized skin. Slippery bodies moving in
sync. It blew her mind.
    For a magnificent finale, she took control
and told Micah what she wanted. She got a heady rush from directing their play.
She straddled his hips and rode his cock as if