Page 26 of Always Knew It Was You

I slowly lose strength in my limbs, as I cling to him. I’m getting drunker off his scent, surrounded by his caresses, his hardness, his hands seeming to touch me endlessly.

As his hand moves under my dress, he mutters about how soft my skin is and how good I feel. Energy ricochets everywhere and I beg him to hurry. Just in case someone comes.

I don’t want to stop. The urgency pounds inside me, my pussy pulsing with need. Wecan’tstop. I feel so achingly empty, so ready to be filled. It won’t wait till we get home or to a hotel. If we have to stop now… I think I might die.

He has to take me now, here against this wall with the wind surrounding us and the moon as our only source of light.

To my delight, Micah seems to be on the same wavelength. He hoists me into the air, pressing me back against the wall as my legs wrap around his waist naturally. He shifts so that he can push his hand between us and cup my pussy through my panties.

Oh yes.

“Fuck, you’re already wet,” he groans against my skin. “Do you know how sexy you are?”

“Mmmh.” I try not to bite my lips too hard as he sucks at a sensitive spot on my neck that makes me shake with pleasure. I’ve never thought I was particularly sexy or attractive. Just cute. But Micah, with his desperate hands and his filthy words, manages to make me feel like just about the most desirable person on planet Earth.

His other hand is underneath my ass, cupping and squeezing in a deliciously lewd way. I like how he never shies away from taking a handful of me, and working it. My weight is something I’ve always struggled to accept but Micah’s touch makes me forget all about being self-conscious. It’s the way he lifts me easily, holds me up, molds my curves, and mutters things like, “God, you feel so good…”

Another wave of lust crashes through me at his words. I bite my lip to hold back the moan that threatens.

Then, it gets worse.

Micah’s hand finds and rubs my clit over my panties.

“Oh, God.” The gasp flies out of me. Desire arcs so sharply that I jolt. My muscles stiffen, awareness centered on his touch. My thighs squeeze tight around him, my heartbeat thundering in my ears.

“Oh, baby…” His voice is pure whiskey. Dark and rich and decadent. The lust already has me leaking onto my panties. But the sound we make when he twists his finger into the fabric turns me on more.

The sound of his finger sliding through my folds is embarrassingly moist.“So fucking wet.”

“Yes,” I gasp trying to buck against his hand, to encourage him to do more. “I’m wet for you. Please, Micah, make me come.”

He doesn’t respond, only murmurs something unintelligible as my nerves threaten to break apart.

And then he shifts my panties aside, his finger brushing against my clit.

I release a noisy exhale into the air.

“You’re not going to come, baby,” he orders, his voice harsh. He sucks my earlobe into his mouth, making me cry out again. “Not until I tell you to.”

“Oh, God, Micah.” I can only sob at the sheer torture, as he works my swollen nub, his expert fingers applying the perfect amount of pressure. My head digs into the wall behind me. I bite my lip so hard it nearly breaks skin.

Micah thrusts into my pussy hard, with a single finger and I gasp again.

Oh, God.

I’m not going to survive.

I’ll die anyway, as tortured desire drags me to the grave.

My nipples are so painfully aroused they chafe underneath my dress. I bring up my hands to rub them but it only makes everything so much worse, my pussy clenching around his finger, creaming for him.

He murmurs his approval, rubbing my clit with his thumb, as he drives a finger into me again, ripping another sob from my throat.

“That’s right,” he murmurs as my heart threatens to jump out of my chest. “You can touch yourself all you want, baby, but you can’t come until I say so.”His teeth close around the base of my neck, and the sharp bite of pain makes me exclaim. It enhances the pleasure, even as the proceeding suckling has me melting inside.

I don’t know what he’s turning me into. I feel like a purely sensate being who can do nothing but feel and give myself over for him to do whatever he wants me to.

And he truly uses me in the best way.

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