Page 31 of Marking Micah

“Ahhh!”

It felt so good, and she could hardly believe it was happening. Her body was nothing but surging need, a series of jolts that rocked her to the core. And that core was soaking wet. Needy. Hurting.

Her hands went into his short hair and gripped, trying to communicate somehow that she had to have more of him.Hadto. He responded by taking her other nipple between his fingers and pinching hard.

“Oh, fuck!”

It hurt, but yes, it was exactly what she needed. Pleasure and pain. She needed to feel it all. Needed it all from him.

Arrow.Arrow, Arrow…

She spoke his name over and over in her mind as he sucked and pinched, as she squirmed beneath him. And when he began to kiss his way down her body, she squirmed harder, trying to communicate somehow how badly she wanted him to touch her where she needed him most.

She spread her thighs, offering herself to him. And when his lips brushed over her navel, then lower, her head spun, her hands tightening in his hair.

He paused to lick her skin, then to bite it, making her squeal in pain, in pleasure, in some wild concoction made up of every possible sensation. And he kept his mouth there, just above her mound as he pulled her panties to one side and feathered his fingers over her clit.

“Oh! God!”

Pleasure shot through her like the rays of the sun, lighting her up inside. He did it again, then again, and she knew she was going to come any second.

He lifted his head long enough to command, “Wait. Not yet, Micah.”

She groaned, but steeled herself, trying to hold her climax off as he went back to stroking her clit, kissing and biting and sucking on her skin: her stomach, then her inner thigh.

“I can’t… I can’t,” she panted. “I can’t wait.”

“No, Micah. You wait for me.” His tone was stern, but it was exactly what she needed.

“Fuck,” she moaned, almost ready to cry.

“Hold still now,” he told her.

She bit her lip and did her best as he slid a finger into her pussy. Her body clenched around it as pleasure shot through her at a thousand miles an hour.

“Wait,” he repeated as she shook all over with the effort.

He added another finger, curved them both, and began a hard pumping right against her g-spot, thrusting into her over and over before telling her, “Now!”

She screamed as she came, sensation pouring over her, through her like a tidal wave. She shook all over, her pussy clenching as she felt herself squirting, liquid dripping onto her thighs.

Then he demanded, “Again,” before taking her hard little clit in his mouth and sucking as he fucked her even harder, demanding that she come, that she squirt for him again.

“Ah, god! Arrow! Arrow! Fuckkkk…”

It felt like an earthquake in her body as she came and squirted, squirted and came. As her legs shook so hard they were jerking in short, jabbing spasms. And her mind emptied of everything but the pleasure shooting through her, along with an acute awareness that this washimmaking her come so hard. So hard the room spun and started to go black.

But it was okay. She was safe under his hands.

Arrow.

The next thing she knew they were in the big chair with her on his lap as he held a bottle of water to her lips.

“Ah, there you are, lovely girl.”

She was surprised to hear herself giggle. “And where was I?”

“I believe we call it the forever place,” he said with a grin quirking one corner of his mouth. “You were pretty far gone.”

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