Her soft whimpers grow more desperate as I lavish attention on her breasts, alternating between gentle kisses and firmer suction that makes her squirm. My beard scratches against her sensitive skin, adding another layer of sensation that has her grinding down harder on my cock.
“Micah.” She breathes my name on a sigh, her fingers still tangled in my hair, holding me close as if afraid I’ll stop. As if I could ever deny her anything she wants.
I switch to her other breast, dragging my tongue across her nipple before sucking it between my teeth. Her pussy clenches around me in response, drawing a groan from deep in my chest. Even these slow, lazy movements are enough to drive me wild—the way she uses my body for her own satisfaction shows how far she’s come from the timid woman who first came to me.
Her hips maintain that torturous rhythm, rising and falling with a grace that speaks of growing confidence in her own sexuality. Each roll of her hips sends sparks of pleasure through my body, but it’s the little sounds she makes—soft gasps and breathy moans—that truly undo me.
I release her breast to trail kisses up her chest, along her collarbone, paying special attention to the places where bruises are finally fading. Her movements stutter when I reach a particularly sensitive spot, her nails digging into my shoulders.
“That’s it, my lovely,” I say against her skin. “Look at you, so perfect. Such a good girl for me.”
She responds by grinding down harder, her pussy gripping me like a vice as she works herself on my cock.
“Please,” she begs. “Please touch me. Please don’t stop. Please never let me go.”
My hands return to her hips, controlling her movements now as I thrust up to meet each downward roll. The change in angle draws a sharp gasp from her throat.
“Like that?” I ask, though her response is obvious in the way her inner muscles clench around me. “Tell me what you need.”
“You,” she manages between increasingly desperate sounds. “Just you. Always you.”
“You’ll always have me,” I say. “I want you to tell me how you want me to fuck you.”
My cock pulses inside her as she continues those torturous, slow movements. She’s lost in the sensations—head thrown back, eyes closed, those perfect breasts bouncing with each motion.
“Answer me, lovely.” My hands tighten on her hips. “Tell me how you want it.”
She whimpers, her inner muscles clenching around me again at the commanding tone. It pleases me immensely how much my dominance affects her, how much it brings her pleasure. Her fingers dig deeper into my shoulders as she tries to maintain her rhythm.
“I need…” she starts, breaking off with a gasp when I thrust up sharply.
“Need what?” I demand, holding her still. “Use your words. Tell meexactlywhat you want.”
Her eyes finally open, meeting mine with a mix of desperation and trust. “More,” she whispers. “Harder. Please.”
“Please what?” I press, needing to hear her say it.
“Own me,” she breathes, her voice breaking on the words. “Make me yours. Please, Micah.”
The raw need in her voice, the complete surrender in her expression, ignites a desire so fierce I nearly break my restraint. My hands tighten further on her hips, sure to leave marks—the kind she welcomes. Proof of pleasure rather than pain.
“Mine,” I growl against her throat. “Say it again.”
“Yours,” she gasps. “Only yours. Always yours.”
I increase our pace, drinking in the sight of her above me—red curls wild around her face, skin flushed with arousal, green eyes heavy-lidded but holding mine with unwavering connection. This hotel room, sterile and impersonal despite its luxury, becomes a sanctuary through her presence. We’ve moved frequently since the warehouse, never staying in one place too long while Zeke’s organization manages the fallout from Francesca’s death. Honestly, anywhere Naomi is becomes home.
Her movements grow erratic, thighs trembling as she chases her release. I slip my hand between us, thumb finding her clit with practiced ease. The touch draws a sharp cry from her throat.
“That’s it,” I encourage, circling the sensitive bundle of nerves in time with our rhythm. “Let me see you come apart. Show me how good it feels.”
She does, back arching as pleasure crashes through her.
In one smooth motion, I flip our positions, pressing her into the mattress as I hook her leg over my shoulder. The new angle opens her completely to me, allowing deeper penetration as I slowly push back inside her still-quivering pussy.
“Micah,” she gasps, hands clutching at my shoulders as I withdraw almost completely before sliding home again. “Please, I need—”
“I know what you need.” I establish a measured pace, each thrust intentional and deep. “Going to give you everything. Make you come again on my cock while I tell you how perfect you are.”