She didn’t know what she expected. She’d read about this. She’d seen it in movies; she hadn’t expected this. Both hands encased her breast, plumped her nipple high; then his mouth covered it, sucked it in, and caused her to cry out with the turbulent surge of pleasure that seemed to tear through her womb.
“Micah. I can’t stand…” She arched [uo; he; her head shook. She wanted him to stop. She didn’t want him to stop. His lips were drawing on her, electricity was tearing through her, and between her thighs fingers of electrical explosions tore through her clit, her vagina.
She was torn, terrified of herself now more than she was of the man.
“Easy, love.” He was breathing hard, his features flushed as his head lifted. His hand smoothed down her side as the other plumped her other breast now, preparing it for his mouth.
His hand stroked over her hip, his head lowered. His fingers moved to her thigh, his mouth sucked in her other nipple, and his fingers crazed the super-slick swollen folds of her sex.
“Oh God, no.”
What was happening to her? Something, something dark, primal, something unbidden, rose inside her, thrust her h*ps against his hand as her thighs closed on it.
“No.” Her arms wrapped around his neck, her hands splaying against the back of his head as he tried to move. “Micah. Help me.”
She couldn’t breathe. She couldn’t make sense of what she was feeling, where she was flying, and the frightening roller coaster of sensations was tearing her apart.
“Easy, love. I have you.” He spread small kisses over her br**sts as her h*ps writhed, the hand trapped between her thighs doing her bidding now, almost. Oh God, almost.
Then two fingers curled, parted her flesh, and notched against the entrance to her pu**y.
Risa closed her eyes and fought the tears, fought the fear. She stilled beneath him, panting, waiting for the pain.
“Look at me, Risa,” he crooned, his lips caressing her jaw now, brushing against her lips. “Open your pretty eyes. You promised to watch me, yes?”
Her lashes fluttered open. She saw him, but she was aware of little else than the slightest impalement between her thighs.
“Part your legs for me. Loosen for me, Risa. How can I please you if you’re stiff against me?”
His wrist flexed between her thighs, raked against her sensitive clit, and sent a gasp of a breath falling from her lips.
“There.” He gentled her with his voice, his eyes. “Part your legs, sweet. Let me show you how beautiful your passion is. Come now; open for me.”
She forced her thighs to part. Whimpering cries lodged in her throat as she spread her legs.
“A little more, darling.” She parted them farther, watching his eyes, his face. “Look, sweetheart,” he urged her then, his gaze moving from hers and following to the point where his hand cupped her mound.
Risa’s eyes widened, her h*ps arched, knees bending as she lifted to him, desperate to feel what she knew would be nothing more than pain.
“Slow and easy,” he whispered at her ear. “Watch, love. Slow and easy.”
His fingers curved, tilted, and entered.
Risa felt herself shaking, felt the slow slide of her juices meeting his fingers as her in [ger
“Fuck me, yes,” he suddenly groaned, his teeth nipping at her ear. “Take my fingers, Risa. Just my fingers.”
They surged deeper as she lifted to them, her nails digging into his shoulders now, her flesh rioting with a surge of insane hunger. It was tearing through her, tightening her, making her crazed for more.
“Micah, I’m scared!” She hated it. There was nothing so humiliating as admitting it, as feeling the tears that slid from the corners of her eyes and met his lips.
“No fear, Risa.” His fingers stilled inside her. “See, no pain, no fear.”
No pain, no fear. That made sense. She drew in a shaking breath and clenched around his fingers again.
There was no pain, no fear.
“Now.” She turned her head to meet his gaze. “Take me now.”
She couldn’t wait. The fears were building in her along with the pulse and power of the pleasure. Her mind fought her body; distant memories clashed in her head.
She kept her eyes on his. She fought to push back the past. His eyes anchored her, steadied her.
“You’re not ready yet,” he whispered. “Soon.”
“Now.” She shook her head as he moved, spreading kisses over her br**sts, between her br**sts. “I can’t wait, Micah.”
She was frightened to wait. Too many sensations were tearing through her. She felt locked between the past and the present, her mind battling the raging lust that rose like a tide of molten sensation inside her.
“Just a few more minutes, Risa,” he groaned. “Soon.”
His lips moved between her br**sts, down her stomach as she fought to breathe. His shoulders pressed her thighs wider; his gaze stayed locked with hers as his fingers moved inside her, pressed deeper, and tore a throttled scream from her as the pleasure shocked the tense muscles, the tender nerve endings.
“I’m dying to taste you,” he whispered, his lips poised over her clit. “Just a sweet kiss, Risa.”
His head lowered. His eyes held hers. His lips pursed, covered her cl*t and his fingers moved, pulled back, then pushed inside her, parting her flesh with a surge of sensation that terrified her.
She fought for release, she fought to get closer. Her body turned and he flowed with her. On her side, one leg straight, the other bent to accommodate his head, and still his lips suckled at the tender bud between her thighs.
He followed as she twisted back, her heels dug into the bed, her h*ps arched, and her mind lost the battle with her body. Risa twisted beneath him, thrust into his fingers, his mouth. She was shaking, shuddering with sensation as she fought to breathe.
She needed, needed something. The tension was tearing through her, marking her with the perspiration that dotted her flesh, with her muscles straining for relief. There ha [liearid to be relief.
“Fuck me, damn you.” The words tore from her lips as her hands moved to his head. She felt like an animal, a creature that hungered for this, only for this.
His fingers moved, thrust, f**ked inside her with deep, strong movements as his lips suckled at her clit. His tongue stroked over it, rasping it until she froze at the wave of sensation that suddenly rose inside her. Her eyes flared wide, her muscles locked against it. When it crashed over her, it wasn’t so bad. It was a shudder of pleasure rather than a blinding, horrifying loss of consciousness.