Page 93 of Love Song, Take Two

Gritting his teeth, Fletcher stared at her hands as they moved up and down his cock. The words were on the edge of his tongue, but he couldn’t speak. Not when she was torturing him that way. When she squeezed his tip, his head fell back as he groaned. She was going to kill him. Not because he had taken it slow—as per her wishes, he might add—but because she knew exactly where his weak spots were. When a finger dragged down the length of him, tracing his vein, Fletcher quivered. Only she had ever figured out how to do that to him and what it was about that stretch of skin that got him so tangled up.

“Fuck, okay,” he finally forced the words out, supporting himself on one hand, while using the other to pry her hands off him. “What would you like me to do instead?”

A saccharine smile lit up her face and she moved forward, hands pressing into the bed on either side of him. “Sit there, look pretty and let me show you how it’s done.”

Fletcher nodded, eyes dipping to her full breasts as they swayed with her movements. When one of her hands cupped his jaw, he focused on her face. Her pupils were dilated and the evil things she had in mind for him flashed through her eyes. Oh, he was more than ready to be devoured by her.

“Are you comfortable?” she asked, sitting back on her heels, hands resting demurely on her knees like she wasn’t completely naked, looking well fucked and flushed.

He swallowed hard and nodded again, but then quickly scooted backwards so he could stretch his legs out. Micah watched him like prey and it was probably the hottest thing ever. “Yes, ma’am.”

“I love it when you want to make me happy,” she whispered and his heart bloomed at the words. He only ever wanted to make her happy, whatever form that took. Sex, love, food; he’d do it for her. She crawled forward, hands brushing over his thighs and teasingly against his dick as she finally settled in his lap. Fletcher touched her hip gently and she shook her head. “No touching the merchandise.”

He pulled his hand away and licked his lips, eyes drinking in every inch of this woman. Their first night together, they might have fucked like animals in the shower and in his insanely soft hotel bed. But there had been an hour or so when Micah touched and teased him, never giving him what he wanted. When she did finally slide a condom on and ride him, he was so overcome with pleasure that he came within seconds of being inside Micah. He didn’t want that to happen again, he wanted to enjoy every minute with her. Except, she’d clearly gotten better at the torture.

Turning around in his lap, she leaned forward slightly to rest her hands on his knees and looked over her shoulder at him. “You can only touch me when I say and where I say,” she instructed and he nodded dumbly, not even bothering to protest or ask why. His mermaid wanted things a certain way, he’d do it however she wanted.

Eyes fixed on her delicious ass, Fletcher grunted and clenched his jaw as her hand wrapped around his dick again. He breathed slowly, needing to stay steady and hold himself together as Micah rocked her hips back and forth, rubbing her pussy along his cock. “Mick,” he breathed out, fingers curling into the sheets as he ached with need.

Her body lifted, hand sliding down to his base and through the lust haze, he watched as Micah slowly lowered herself back down. The minute his cock made contact, a strangled growl fell from his lips and his head dropped back. He could feel her pussy stretch and spread around him as she slid lower, taking him deeper. And when he was buried all the way inside her, she let out an unidentifiable sound that vibrated through her entire body.

“Ah fuck,” he mumbled.

She clenched around him briefly and moaned. “You’re so fucking perfect, Fletch.”

He forced his eyes open, drinking in the curves of Micah’s body as she started to move. He wanted to touch and fuck her; but he knew that she was in charge. This was her game and he was the lucky son of a bitch who got to participate.

Her hips rocked slowly, back and forth, her ass bumping against him with every shift. He couldn’t even thrust up into her with the way she was clamped around him. A soft keening sound came from her and Micah sat up, taking him even deeper and making him groan.

“Hands….on….breasts.” The words came out between gasps and he didn’t even wait for her to finish the last word before he covered her ample breasts with his palms. She moaned, head falling back against him as he kneaded her breasts, making sure to rub his palms against her nipples.

Her hips undulated against his, moving faster and clenching around him hungrily. Fletcher continued to tease her, hand surrounding one breast as he massaged it, while fingers plucked at the nipples of the other one. Her hands came up and around the back of his head, her fingers sliding through his hair. Even though his lips were inches away from her neck, Fletcher didn’t push his luck. Not that she would stop what she was doing, but he was following her lead.

When her head fell to the side, moaning so loud it reverberated through the room, Fletcher pinched both breasts and the sound was amplified.

“I love how well you take me,” he growled, letting his breath brush against her skin.

She hummed and with the hand on the back of his head, pulled him forward so his mouth was against her neck. He inhaled deeply, the intoxicating scent of apples, coconut and Micah filling him up. Dragging his nose up and down her neck, he took his time giving her what she wanted. Micah made an impatient sound and he smiled, pushing her breasts together as he clamped down on the spot where her neck met her shoulder and sucked.

“Fuck!” she shouted, pussy clenching tightly around his cock. He loosened his grip on her breasts and her back arched, but he didn’t stop his assault on her neck. The fingers in his hair gripped harder and he felt her body shudder against him.

Finally pulling away, he licked the spot he’d marked, already seeing the redness reflected back at him. Smiling, he kissed around the spot, watching goosebumps spread across Micah’s skin. She leaned back against him, her hips moving slower, but taking him deeper with every shift. He kissed along her shoulder, one hand now resting on her stomach while the other toyed with her nipple.

When her hand covered the one on her stomach, Fletcher opened his eyes to watch the descent until their hands were between her thighs. “Touch me,” she whispered and Fletcher nodded, lips still pressed against her shoulder. With two fingers, he spread open the hood and pressed a third to her clit, smiling when her head fell back against him. Rubbing her slowly, he felt how that slight touch was getting her pussy worked up. Increasing pressure on her clit slightly, he peppered kisses along Micah’s exposed neck and licked the spot behind her ear. The combination of everything made her body spasm, but she caught herself with one hand gripping his forearm and the other clutching her breast.

He could feel how close she was, teetering on the edge of her orgasm, and he knew exactly what it would take to make her come. He pinched her clit and smiled, feeling her body tense up for a brief moment before she exploded. Her back arched and pussy clenched around his cock, as she came hard, soaking him. He continued teasing her clit until she was unable to sit up straight. When she fell forward, he planted his feet on the bed and shifted enough to thrust up into her, making them both moan. Fucking her through her orgasm, he groaned as he came as well, spilling into her.

“Holy…fuck that was good,” Micah said between big gulps of air and slid off him.

His hands settled on her hips, steadying her as she turned onto her back and smiled up at him. God, this woman. She was his everything. She would have been his everything even without the mind-blowing sex, but that added bonus continued to remind him how lucky he was to have her in his life.

“I think you broke my vagina.”

“Let me take a look,” he teased, spreading her legs to drink in the sight of her wet and dripping. They did that, together. “You look absolutely fucking perfect.”

Giggling, she swatted his hands away and pressed her legs together. Fletcher squeezed her knee and then held both hands out to lift her up.

“As much as I want us to stay in bed and fuck each other’s brains out for the rest of the evening, we shouldn’t.”

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