Page 102 of Melting the Ice

“Fuck. Yes. Squeeze my cock. Drench me with your arousal,” he growled, rocking his hips up to meet me as he thrust inside me.

We’d had the condom conversation already, and it wasn’t the first time he’d been bare inside me, but today felt like so much more. I’d never been happier in my life than I was right now, and so much of that had to do with how he took me as I was. He could never truly know how much that meant to me, but I would do everything in my power to show him just how much I loved and cherished him.

His thumb skated up my body, scraping against one pebbled nipple and then the other, before he cupped my jaw again, his thumb dragging against my parted lips.

“Suck.” His pupils were blown, his cheeks pinked with heat, as I drew his thumb into my mouth and tasted myself from my last orgasm. Making love to Micah was a heady experience. I’d never felt anything all-consuming like this before, and I never wanted it to end.

His thumb left my mouth with a pop, and he dragged it back down my fevered flesh as he continued to thrust up into my body.

When his thumb hit my clit, I tossed my head back and arched my body toward him. He teased my clit maddeningly, and I sucked in breath after breath, rolling my hips and chasing the friction I needed to come.

“Fucking vision, Josie. My hurricane. I cannot get enough of you, and I never will. Fuck. You feel so good,” he gritted out.

I lifted my head and met his heated gaze, my hands dropping to his chest, curling into him as I rode him.

“I’m so close.” I gasped.

He gripped my hip with one hand and continued to press tight circles over my clit. My body tightened.

“You squeeze me so fucking good. Come for me. Take what you want, Josie,” he said, his voice low with need.

I ground my hips against his thumb, my focus solely on the desire spiraling through my body. On how insanely good Micah felt plunging in and out of me. I’d started in control, but that was definitely gone as he guided me toward another explosive orgasm.

Inaudible sounds fell from my lips, and I tried to drag air into my chest.

His thumb left my clit, and I whimpered, which turned into a gasp when he lifted up and drew one of my aching nipples into his mouth, sucking and nibbling on the distended tip.

My hands sank into his hair, my fingers scraping along his scalp as he groaned against my body, the vibrations searing me down to my toes.

He released my breast, only to move on and torment the other one with the same treatment. I wasn’t going to last much longer. My movements were jerky, my rhythm off, when he lifted his head from my chest, meeting my gaze. He was so freaking gorgeous staring at me. I lowered my head and pressed my lips to his.

“Come for me, Hurricane.” His tongue darted in and licked the inside of my mouth, tangling with my tongue.

It was sensory overload. I broke the kiss and cried out his name as I came.

I rode out my orgasm, and he peppered kisses along my jaw, his body still moving inside of me but at a less frenzied pace. He was letting me come back to my body, which was good because it felt like I was floating.

And then he flipped us, and my legs instinctually circled his waist, my heels digging into his perfect ass.

“Fuck. I can’t hold out. You grip me so fucking good.”

“Please, Micah. Oh, yes. Please. More. I can’t.” I rambled, but he scrambled my brains every time we fell into bed together. Or when he kissed me. Or—really, way too many times to identify.

His hand snaked between our bodies, and his thumb was on my clit again. I gasped, my body so sensitive.

“Again, Hurricane. Again.”

No words came out as I raised my back into his touch. He didn’t let up, plunging into me as he teased my clit. How was I so close again?

“I can feel you clenching me. Every time I drag my cock in and out of your body, you squeeze me like a vise. It feels so fucking good. Do you hear how drenched you are?”

“Oh my god, Micah.” I gasped, and then my second—no, my third—orgasm of the morning almost made me black out.

His thumb left my clit, and both hands were gripping my hips as he thrust and rocked his hips for extra friction. My eyes started to drift shut with the intensity.

“Look at me, Hurricane. Look at me as you make me come. I want your gaze,” he gritted out. My lips parted, and I met his heated stare.

“Fuck, Josie. You’re so fucking perfect. Fuck, I’m close. Fuck. Yes, Josie.”

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