Page 122 of Fierce-Michael

The material fell away and her nipples were exposed. His thumbs grazed over the hardened peaks, sending chills down her spine and her body gave an involuntary shiver.

He undid the clasp at her back and removed the cotton bra from her body, it dropping to the ground next to her shirt.

He lifted her up and she went to wrap her legs around his waist, but he placed her gently on the bed and moved down her chest until his mouth landed on her sensitive flesh, pulling it in and sucking, then moving to the other side and doing the same.

She arched up into him to get him to do more. Move faster. But he was taking his time and almost cherishing her.

“Michael,” she said. “I need a little more.”

“You’ll get it,” he said. “When I’m ready.”

“Oh,” she said. “This is a game of teasing?”

“No,” he said. “No games. This is real, what you and I have, and I want to keep it that way.”

“Me too,” she said, her hands moving down his back and into his shorts, then cupping his ass.

She moved them around to the front and tried to unfasten his shorts and somehow managed it blindly without much space between them.

She pushed them down off his hips, him moving to kick them away and then undoing her shorts and lowering them down too.

She thought he’d start to taste her, but he didn’t. He grabbed a condom and she shifted up on the bed higher for him.

He climbed on and got on top of her, grabbed her hands and pinned them over her head.

“I thought of teasing you for hours. I could do it too. I might later or another night. But there is part of me that just can’t wait to make you mine. I can’t wait one minute longer.”

He nudged her knees apart, found her heat, and sunk in. Not fast. Not slow. But like Goldilocks, just right.

She lifted up to meet him, but he wasn’t going to be budged from what he had in mind.

His mouth went to hers, their fingers entwined, his hips moving forward and back at a steady pace.

She was slowly building when in the past she wanted that massive rapid crest and then crazy release.

Kelly was hoping for the release because nothing rapid was happening right now and she was all but pinned to the bed, not allowing her to move more.

His tongue slid into her mouth, her finding and matching his, their lower bodies moving at the same speed.

She moved her legs and picked them up to wrap around his hips. It was all she felt she could do and got them even closer.

He was almost pulling all the way out and then sliding in hard now. He’d never done this before and she wasn’t sure where he found the body control for it.

She let out a moan and he did it again. Out and then slamming in.

“Oh God,” she said, breaking the kiss. She wanted to release her hands to wrap them around his back, but he wasn’t letting her and kept them pinned over her head.

Michael looked into her eyes as he held still. “Tell me you love me.”

She searched for a meaning behind the forcefulness of the words. “I love you,” she said. “Tell me the same.”

“I love you,” he said.

His hips moved faster, their eyes glued to each other. She saw the urgency there now. The arousal and the fierceness of the release that they both needed. Both wanted.

He was squeezing her fingers hard. She didn’t mind the pain. It just made her more aware of what was going on between them. Around them.

Her back arched some more, the sensations between her legs so close to the tipping point for her release.

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