Page 61 of Captive Heart

"Sorry," she breathed, choosing to stare at the strong column of his neck as her cheeks heated. He dislodged her hands and rose to his knees, slowly sliding down the zipper of his fly.

Melody felt her mouth go dry, her eyes drawn magnetically to where he was revealing himself. He gave a sexy little wriggle to ease the fabric off of his hips. Was that for her benefit or did it just come naturally? Oh, who the heck cared?

Melody had to force herself to keep her hands by her sides, but she was rewarded for her patience when Micah shrugged off the last of his clothing then turned his attention to her own.

Why weren't they gone already? She could have been out of these unattractive, fluffy pyjama bottoms by now. Not that it mattered any more since Micah was drawing them slowly down her legs, revealing her to his gaze, inch by inch.

Melody swallowed, the sight of his thick, hard cock catching her eye and holding her gaze. Jeez! Did her mouth just water? Well, that took care of the dryness at least.

She forced her gaze up to his face, only to find him staring at her with the same molten intensity in his dark eyes.

Never taking his eyes off of hers, Micah hooked her knees over his elbows and, with his strong hands palming her buttocks, lifted her sensitive core to his mouth, causing her to fling her arms out wide on the bed to balance herself.

A moment later, her hands were fisting clumps of the sheets as Micah drew the flat of his tongue along the full length of her seam, all the way to her clit, which he worried with the point.

An uncontrollable shudder washed through her, from the top of her head to the tips of her toes, and her breath caught in her throat.

He did it again, and it was as if her entire body had come alive. Heat swept through her, prickling the back of her neck and shoulders, while a tingling sensation spread from where his clever tongue made contact with her skin, mushrooming outward and spreading goose bumps in its wake. Fire coiled in her belly, rotating slowly at first, then gathering speed until it roiled and contracted with every spear of his tongue or graze of his teeth against her most sensitive flesh. Her hips undulated against his mouth of their own accord, and when he sucked her clit over and over again, a wrenching sob was dragged from Melody’s throat.

And still, her body ached for more, yearned to be filled, and craved the intimacy of being joined with someone she truly cared about.

"Micaaahh!" she wailed as he speared the point of his tongue inside her in a crude imitation of intercourse.

But it wasn't enough! She wanted more, needed more!

"Oh God!" she cried out. 'Please, Micah…please…" She wasn't even sure what she was begging for. She only knew that she needed it.

Right now.

More than anything she'd ever needed before.

Micah dropped her back down on the bed, and she bounced just a little in his haste to grab a condom off of the dresser and smooth it over his pulsating shaft. Then he was there, his welcome weight pressing her against the mattress, his hand between them, positioning the head of his cock against her entrance. He stared into her eyes, and the connection she felt was so intense, it was almost physical.

He slicked his cock in her plentiful juices to ease his way, but before seating himself within her body, he gritted out one last time, "Are you certain?" his voice husky with passion.

"I've never been more sure of anything in my life!" Melody panted, sliding her hands along his biceps and shoulders until she reached his face. She cupped his cheeks in her palms and pulled his head down for a heartfelt, blistering kiss. She could taste herself on his lips and the eroticism of it drove her wild.

As she stroked her feet along the back of his calf and his thigh just like she’d fantasised, Melody drew her legs up and opened herself wide, coaxing him inside with the heave and swell of her hips until Micah relented the tight hold he retained on his control and eased a gentle inch inside her.

God, it felt glorious. She wanted all of him. She wanted him to fill her.

Micah refused to give in to either of their baser needs. "Look at me, Melody," he demanded. "I want you to see who is taking you, know who is?—"

Melody placed a slim finger against his mouth, understanding his concern but not wanting the filth of her past to encroach on the beauty of this moment.

"I know, Micah. Never doubt for one moment that I know."

Micah rested his forehead against her own and pushed forward inch by slow inch, keeping his eyes locked with hers until he was seated to the hilt.

Melody clutched at his waist, her lips slightly parted, breath sawing in and out in light huffs as he stretched her slowly and settled between her thighs.

When at last, he stilled, filling her up, he found her mouth with his own and kissed her deeply as he began to move within her clutching sheath.

All of these years, and she had never known it could be like this. Melody felt tears prick at the back of her eyes and would have berated herself for being such a sap if there was a chance that she could think straight long enough to do that.

As it was, the moment Micah started to ease in and out of her body, it was like a dam had broken and she was being swept away on a tide of deeply profound emotions and hedonistic physical pleasure.

The delicious press of his body against hers, the way his fingers fisted in her hair, sending erotic shards of pleasure sailing across her skin, while still being thoughtful enough to brace his weight on his forearms so he didn't crush her petite frame.

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