Words maybe, or just moans, fell from her lips, her head thrashed from side to side, the fingers not clutching the toy likea lifeline curled into the covers, needing to hold onto something as ecstasy licked along her veins.
It was almost too much.
Too overwhelming.
And if she hadn't had Micah’s tongue, swirling along her nipple, suckling it gently, keeping her grounded, she wouldn't have been surprised if she’d been swept away with the onslaught of pleasure.
“So beautiful falling apart for me, aren't you, pretty girl,” Micah murmured as his lips left her breast, causing her to whimper a protest as she floated back down from her high. He chuckled as he stripped out of his clothes. Without her needing to say anything about it, she saw him hold up a condom. “You still want to do this?”
“Yes,” Teresa answered without hesitation. She needed to know what real sex was regardless of whether her future was with this man or someone else. This was something she knew he could give her, and for once in her life, she wanted to be selfish and take instead of give.
Slipping on the condom, little aftershocks of pleasure were still rippling through her system as Micah climbed onto the bed and settled above her. After touching a kiss to one end of the jagged wound on her stomach, he lined up and slid inside her in one smooth move, not giving her time to think about what he was going to do.
There was a moment of slight pain as her body accommodated his size—which she had not been too blissed-out to notice was absolutely huge—but then she could hear her own breathy moans playing out through the phone he pushed into her hand.
“Watch yourself, pretty girl, look how stunning you are when you don’t get in your own way,” Micah told her as he began tomove. His thrusts were steady, nothing too hard and fast, but he also wasn't treating her like she was made of spun glass either.
Teresa found her eyes glued to the image of herself on the phone, the way her body moved, the raw need on her face, the way she looked with her hand holding the toy between her spread legs.
Now there was a man between them, not a toy. A man who looked at her with nothing but love and tenderness as he rocked in and out of her.
“You ready to fall apart for me all over again, pretty girl?” Micah asked.
“I'm ready.” It was true, she was ready to stop being her own enemy and fly high, experiencing everything Micah could give her.
“Keep watching that video, and if you need me to stop, you tell me.”
“I need you to keep doing what you’re doing.”
Micah chuckled, then picked up his pace. Balancing his weight with one hand, his other reached between them, found her swollen and sensitive bud, and took it between his fingers. What he was doing felt so much better than the toy, and Teresa moaned in delight as the little aftershocks turned into something much more powerful.
Between his fingers and his length, pleasure built quickly. If she’d thought that last orgasm was the earth-shattering experience she’d heard orgasms could be, then this one felt like it was about to break the entire universe.
Instinct had her lifting her legs, hooking her ankles around Micah’s hips, bringing each thrust deeper. The phone fell from her hand, she no longer needed it to keep her locked in the moment. Instead, her fingers tangled in Micah’s hair, and she brought his mouth down to meet hers.
Kissing him was a different layer of intimacy than sex and one she probably shouldn’t indulge in when she knew she couldn’t yet offer him anything, but she needed to feel one of his kisses.
The second their lips met, her world fractured into a million diamonds of pure pleasure, as another orgasm tore through her body. It flared with bright light, consuming her, and she cried out, the sound caught by Micah’s mouth as he poured a lifetime worth of emotion into the kiss.
Could they still have a lifetime worth of life to live together?
Was it crazy of her to even consider a future for them, given what she’d learned the hard way in their past?
Or was this moment really all they could ever share?
May6th
8:46 A.M.
“Thanks for making this possible,”Teresa said as they stepped into the elevator at Prey’s office building in the city.
He hadn't wanted to.
In fact, when Teresa had first asked yesterday evening if she could come into Prey for a few hours, work with her team, collect some stuff she could then take home and work on, Micah’s initial instincts had been to say no.
Last time he’d brought her into Prey, they’d been gassed and abducted on the way home.
But Teresa had said she understood if it couldn’t happen, that she didn't want anyone to get hurt because of her desire to get back to work now that she was starting to feel better and wanted to contribute to her team’s efforts to bring down thetrafficking ring. She hadn't begged, and he knew she wouldn't complain if he told her it wasn't feasible.
