Page 9 of Always Knew It Was You

And then in the blink of an eye, I’m sprawled on the couch and he’s on top of me, seizing my lips in another fiery, wet kiss. I taste myself on his lips as his tongue invades my mouth. I suck on his tongue, lust lashing me and creating a whirlwind inside as my thighs wrap around his waist.

As the kiss gets filthier, I release my thighs so I can reach down and loosen his buckle.

It takes me several tries of harried movements to unbuckle and push down his pants. And then once I reach inside...

I can’t breathe.

He’s so large. I pull away with a gasp and look down, unable to believe it.

And when I look back at his face, his eyes are half-mast staring at my lips, his hips begin to move into my fingers, the skin of his cock rubbing against my pussy.

And then the mushroom tip slides in, spreading me apart.

“Micah,” I moan, my fingers falling away to allow him to push deeper. His eyes squeeze shut.

“Shit,” he rasps. “I didn’t mean to do that.” He tries to jerk out of me, but then follows it with an even deeper thrust, breathing shakily. “Fuck, you feel amazing. Tight, and hot...I meant to draw this out longer, but once I felt you come I had to... I needed to–” His head falls forward on my neck. His breath hits my skin in pants. “Fuck.”

I bite my lips so hard I draw blood, the tension drawing me tight. I can’t take it anymore. He needs to move deeper, or else I’ll lose my mind.

I shift experimentally, coaxing him inside and then he releases another moaned expletive.

And he slowly thrusts inside me groaning the entire time.

“Fuck!” he groans as I scream.

He swallows it on his tongue. “You okay?” he gasps and I nod.

“Please,” I beg. “More.”

He doesn’t hold back anymore. He slams into me, harried and as out of control as I’ve ever seen myself. He keeps kissing me throughout, wet, kisses filled with moaned words into each other’s mouths.

And then when he eventually bites my lips, I come, seeing stars.

This time, the orgasm is so intense I nearly black out and I barely hear his grunt as he finds his own release.

We pant into the air for what feels like ages. His body is collapsed on mine, but I don’t mind his weight. It’s like having a warm heated blanket.

“Shit.” It’s the first thing he says. “I forgot to use the condom.”

“Oh,” I realize I forgot it too. “Shit. I didn’t even think about that.” And I should have, considering how often I do this. I’ve never had sex with anyone without a condom before. Must show how gone I truly was.

Now I see what V was talking about. Micah Landing really can make a girl lose her mind. And I have a feeling I haven’t even scratched the surface.

“I’m clean if you want to know,” I say and he nods.

“Me too.”

“Then there’s nothing to worry about. I’ll just take the morning-after pill tomorrow morning.”

“Tomorrow morning is good.” He grins wickedly, moving inside me again. “Because I plan on doing this all night.”

The next day, I head out of the hotel, feeling exhausted but also pleasantly relaxed. I manage to make a clean escape out of the Pink Hotel, since all the guests are either gone or asleep. There’s a bus stop about half a mile up from the hotel and I walk there. The air is a bit nippy, my nose reddening from the sting, but I still inhale deeply to enjoy the earthy, floral scent of spring.

I’m wearing my dress from yesterday under my jacket, but it’s still too early for most people to be out so I shouldn’t get too many funny looks.

I pull out my phone, checking my messages as I walk. The last string of messages was from Emma, beginning after I texted her last night that I had taken off.

And you didn’t even tell me?she texted back.Rude.

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