Page 80 of Always Knew It Was You

He turns a button and then twists a dial and the bed begins vibrating at a low hum, kneading my muscles lightly.

“Mmm.” I moan as it digs into some of the kinks in my back.

“Feel good?”

“Uh huh.” My voice comes out watery and he chuckles. My eyes slide closed as I enjoy the gentle drumming on my back. He turns it up a notch, and the pressure and release grows even more intense. At some point, I feel him lift my hand in his and begin to massage it with strong strokes from the palm out.

It doesn’t take long for the addictive effects to seep in. Suddenly, I’m relaxed and languid more than I’ve ever felt before. I suddenly feel lips brush against my forehead and my eyes open lazily to meet Micah’s darkened gaze.

“I thought you said it was just going to be a massage,” I whisper even as desire thickens my voice.

He notices and grins at me. “I lied.”

Large hands slide up my thighs and I shiver.

Micah keeps the touch light, teasing, but already my body is starting to respond. My pussy begins its familiar pulse. My clit starts to throb. The relaxation is turning into a languorous heat, that slowly climbs the more he touches me.

And then he starts to softly kiss the back of my thighs. His soft lips nip worshipfully on my skin, teasing, and then finally his tongue comes into play.

His finger cups my pussy at the same time. I feel the pressure even over my pants and I squirm.

As his thumb finds my clit, pleasure rockets through my body, forcing a moan out of my mouth.

I can feel his smile as he continues up my thigh with his other hand. He barely holds my waist, and I’m already turning over for him, my whole body aching and far too sensitive for the fabric resting on it. I lift my hip so that he can tug my pants down more easily. I said I wouldn’t do this. I should be ashamed that I’m giving in so easily, but there’ll be time for shame later.

Right now, I want rapture.

At first, I’m scared he’s going to continue the teasing but he doesn’t. As though drawn by invisible hands, his face plunges downward and he presses his nose against my panties, inhaling deeply.

“God…” he hisses like he just had a hit of his favorite drug. “I missed that.”

“I missed you too,” I moan as I slide my fingers into his hair. Maybe I’m not supposed to do that. Maybe I’m supposed to play the submissive role again. But right now, neither of us cares.

I’m too turned on for that it’s been too long.

“Please,” I tell him, both loving and hating that he makes me beg. Luckily, he doesn’t need to be asked twice. His finger hooks on my panties, slide them to the side, and his tongue is suddenly, rudely on my clit.

“Oh God.”

My head falls back, digging into the pillow. My body arches in the air. It’s a fucking star show in my body, all my synapses firing off at the same time. I tremble and sob from the force of the passion driving me, from the sheer magnitude of lust that makes me writhe against his face.

His tongue is everywhere all at once. He doesn’t give me a single reprieve eating like a starved man. A soprano sings in my ear as my mind slowly disintegrates. And then I look down at him…

It makes everything worse.

I’ve never seen anyone eat my pussy with that look on their face before. That look of absolute devotion, sated and hungry at the same time. His eyes are fogged over with bliss before they shut. His nose digs into me along with his lips. As though he needs this more than he needs his next breath.

I need it too.

He cups his hands underneath my ass, driving me closer to his face. I writhe and ride his face with abandon, garbled words escaping me.

“Micah!” Suddenly without warning, I’m coming all over his face, all my reservations in tatters on the floor.

CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX

MICAH

Getting my hands on Carly’s soft body is a miracle and I don’t intend to take it for granted again.

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