Page 8 of Always Knew It Was You

But I didn’t want him to stop, which is why I took matters into my own hands, kissing him again.

And now as his lips pluck mine, he gives no doubt as to who is really in control.

“Fuck, you have the sexiest lips I’ve ever tasted,” he whispers and drifts across my cheek to kiss my earlobe. I shiver at the movement, and he goes lower, slowly kissing down my neck, melting any resistance I may have had. His other hand slowly lowers from my waist to cup my ass squeezing it. He groans.

“So fucking soft. I’ve been looking at you all night, did you know?”

“You were?” I whisper, gasping as he nips the base of my neck. I didn’t notice him watching me and pleasure slides through me at the thought.

“I was,” he says. “Could see the way you read people. Making predictions. Laughing to yourself. Like a goddess amused by the actions of mere mortals.”

I hesitate, shocked at how perceptive he is even though his words make what I did seem far loftier than it actually was. The truth is that I’ve always been a people-watcher from when I was younger. It was how I noticed at the age of six that my family was different from others and that people treated us differently. My mother said it was because they were jealous while my father insisted that everyone else in town were prudes.

But I knew that wasn’t true. Mrs. Peach would give me rides from school all the time. Emma’s grandpa sometimes let us eat at his restaurant for free. They wouldn’t do that if they were prudes or jealous of us.

Finally, when I was twelve, the veil lifted and I finally understood who my parents were. At that point, I began to keep an eye out for them, and learn to read them for my own survival. One look and I would know if it was going to be a good day or a bad day.

Micah licks my shoulder blade and that thought falls away. His hands move to the front of my dress to wrap around my breast. Without a bra, I feel exactly the moment his thumb rests on my nipple, and a moan shivers out of me.

“That’s it.” He slowly rubs the nipple until it’s an engorged point pushing against the silk. I shiver again and my breath hitches as he catches the point between his fingers, pinching it. “Savor it. Nice and slow.”

“Micah.” My breath catches in my throat and I bring a shaking hand to his hair.

“Don’t rush me,” he says. “I want to savor this.” He kisses me again with that and his hands move up lightly to push under my bodice, wrapping around my breast expertly. The first feel of his palm on my naked nipple has me jerking even before he strokes it with his thumb. My thighs squeeze together even harder, a rivulet of moisture trickling down my upper thigh. My pants are dampening and all he’s done so far is feel me up a little. But it’s not just the touch. It’s more his aura, his presence that has me on the edge. And then to my shock, he rapidly lets go of my neck and bends to capture my nipple in his mouth.

I cry out as he nips it and my hands fly into his hair, gripping it as he sucks me in. My knees shake from the force of desire that slams into me. His hand finds my left breast and the other hand rustles up my skirt, sliding up my thighs and cupping my sex.

“Fuck, you’re wet.” He lets my nipple lose with a pop and he straightens. I open my eyes that I didn’t realize I closed to meet his stormy gaze, his eyes now a mossy green in their passion. “I want to taste it.”

“Huh,” I utter dumbly. My brain is having difficulty processing simple words, only realizing what’s happening when he sweeps me off my feet and carries me to the couch.

He sits me down and before I know it, he’s pushing my dress around my waist and ripping my panties off.

His large hands part my thighs, and he meets my eyes wickedly. “Keep these open.”

I nod with a swallow and he leans in, his eyes closing as he breathes me in. At the first lick, my thighs slam around his ears and he gives my inner thigh a warning nip.

‘Keep them open, princess, or you’ll force me to tie them up.”

Oh, just the thought of it, has my pussy clenching on nothing.

“Ah, you like that don’t you,” he says, still looking at my pussy, laid bare and spread for him. “I can see how much you liked that.”

I want to close my legs, and something resembling embarrassment tries to creep in, but there’s no space for it because Micah follows up by leaning in to lick my clit.

“Argh,” I moan loudly, as he does it again. His finger glides down, parting my folds, and circles the entrance. I grasp the seat below me, my stomach clenching and shaking. It’s everything I can do not to push and impale myself on his finger instantly, to rush to the finish. But I hold myself still. I let him take control and earn another lusty lick as well as a murmured, “Good girl.”

And then he curls his tongue around my clit in a way that should be impossible but sends delicious bolts of electricity racing up my skin. I fall back and close my eyes and he accompanies it with a hard finger thrust into me.

“Yes!” I gasp and slap my hand over my mouth to muffle the begging as he does it again, and again, his tongue lashing me the whole time.

And then with a moan, he buries his entire face inside me, thrusting faster and faster until my toes curl, my pleas leaking through my fingers.

He adds another finger, and it curls up to hit the button right inside me.

This time, I scream when I shake. And then he does it again all the while lashing my clit with his tongue faster and faster.

My orgasm coils inside me so fast and powerful that I can’t breathe. My body arches in the air and before I know it, I’m shouting my explosion.

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