Page 38 of A Home for Harmony
“Micah?” she asked. “Are you okay?”
He lifted his head, his gaze scorching enough to have laser beams shooting out and igniting the pillow her head was on.
“Yeah,” he said roughly. “Trying to get control of my body is hard enough, but that made it worse.”
“Control is overrated,” she said, her hips lifting against his. “But I need something more, so figure it out.”
He snorted and moved down quickly, then jerked her little cotton bikinis off of her while she scissored her legs to help.
He spread her wide, his hand going between her legs, feeling the wetness and gently spreading it around. Then his finger invaded her inner walls in the most glorious way possible.
Up went her hips again and then back down. She was trying to grind against his palm, but his finger was thrusting in and out of her.
Then he added a second and she knew coming was imminent.
“Micah,” she said. “I’m so close.”
Instead of stopping, he lowered his head down and latched onto her bundle of nerves to suck.
Her eyes crossed, her toes curled, her hips lifted, heat slammed into her belly, and she came all over him.
She was bouncing and grinding and chanting his name.
At least she thought it was his name, but it could just be an animalistic sound escaping between her lips.
As soon as her body halted, he lurched back, dropped his underwear, his cock springing free.
Her eyes were on his every move as he purposefully walked to his dresser to get a condom and cover himself.
Even his ass cheeks were tone.
Damn, she needed to pay more attention, but couldn’t seem to focus on anything more than his cock coming right at her.
She spread her legs wider for him as she inched up the bed. He got on one knee and then the other, hovered over the top of her, his mouth going to hers in a feverish kiss like they were doing when they stumbled into his house.
Then his body entered hers like a home invasion she’d been praying for.
She was lifting with him and trying to keep up.
It wasn’t happening.
She just handed the wheel to him and let him take control so she could lie back and enjoy the ride.
“Can you get there again?” he asked.
Damn, she thought. Not only fair, but considerate.
Older men had something going for them.
“I’m close,” she said. “Very.”
His hand slid between their bodies and he found her little bud ready for another introduction.
His thumb was pressing down and swirling in circles as he held himself still inside of her.
The feelings of fullness with the motion of his hand were enough to get her right on the edge.
She was ready to be tipped over. Maybe thrown. She didn’t care, as long as the ride down was a pleasurable one.
