Page 100 of Melting the Ice

Josie: Don’t you have morning skate?

Micah: It was optional.

Micah: Do you not want to come snuggle?

Micah: I’ll make it worth your while.

[winking emoji] [eggplant emoji]

Josie: OMG, you did not just send that. Should I be concerned that your dick is winking?

Micah: Get down here.

Josie: I’m coming. I’m coming.

Micah: You will be soon.

She didn’t respond, so I jumped up, straightened the bed, and brushed my teeth. Fuck. My dick was already steel. Should I greet her at the door totally naked?

I whipped off my shirt just as she opened the door.

“Don’t stop on my account.” Her smile was pure sin. I strode over to her and pulled her into my arms, flipping the lock on the door behind her. Ray had a key, but at least we might have a little warning.

“Fuck. I can’t decide where to taste first,” I growled, then lifted her up. Her legs instinctually wrapped around my hips, and I turned, making a beeline for my bedroom.

Our bedroom.

“Hello to you, too,” she said with a laugh as I dropped her onto the bed. Her hair fanned out over the pillow, her cheeks flushed with heat, and her eyes twinkled with humor and full-blown desire.

Fuck. I couldn’t get enough of this woman.

I leaned over her, giving her a quick, bruising kiss that had her gasping in my mouth, and lifted up before she could even wrap her arms around my neck to hold me to her. “Let me give you a proper hello.”

Then I sank to my knees between her spread legs and tugged her down the bed until she was exactly where I wanted her.

“Micah, do we have time for more than a quickie?” she rasped.

“I need more than a few brief minutes with you, but I will always have time for this.” I tugged down her leggings and panties, tossing them over my shoulder. “You’re fucking drenched, Hurricane. It never takes you long to get wet for me, does it?”

I swiped my thumb down her center and collected her wetness, then sucked it from my skin. “Fucking delectable.”

A whimper fell from her lips, her head hitting the bed, as I pushed her thighs farther apart and took a long, deliberate swipeacross her fevered flesh with my tongue, groaning and pressing my hard dick with my hand to try to assuage some of the ache.

My tongue teased her clit with small circles, and her hand sank into my hair, holding me to her quivering body. I glanced up, my eyes crashing with hers as she stared down at me, her lips parted.

“Oh, yes. Micah, don’t stop,” she whispered when I used my thumbs to hold her open and thrust my tongue inside of her, lapping at her need. She was going to make a mess all over my face, and I couldn’t wait to drink her up.

I moved my lips back to her clit and sucked it into my mouth as inaudible sounds of encouragement fell from her lips. Then I plunged one of my fingers inside of her, adding a second to stretch her. My entire body tightened, my dick bordering on pain, and her inner muscles clenched at my fingers.

Her nails scraped along my scalp, and she rocked her hips, fucking my face. I would drown in her if I could.

“I’m so close. Oh, my. Oh, yes. Don’t stop.” Her movements were jerky, but I didn’t let up, my fingers moving inside of her body as my tongue and lips tortured her clit. I had three days of pent-up need, and I was going to make sure she was boneless by the time I was done with her.

“Come for me, Hurricane. Bathe my face,” I rumbled against her heated skin.

Then she exploded around me, and I lapped her up, not missing a drop of her need as it fell on my tongue.

Her body was still shaking when her hands loosened their hold on my hair, but I licked her through the aftershocks of her orgasm. My dick was calling me an asshole for not immediately standing up and thrusting inside of her so I could feel her pulse around my cock, but all in good time.

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