Page 72 of Ruthless Rose

Once he’s laid me down, he toes off his shoes and gets rid of his socks, then climbs on top of me, fitting his hips between my legs. The sheer size of him, which I was once so intimidated by, now makes me throb with want. He says he wants to be inside me, and I want it, too.

My poor mind is suffering from this physical onslaught—my synapses aren’t firing properly, and I know I should say something to him, but I don’t know how. He kisses me voraciously, and all coherent thought disappears into the ether.

The way his lips are hot on my skin.

The way his hands slide over my body, touching me everywhere.

The way his dick rubs insistently between my legs, making me wetter than I’ve ever been before.

Heat flows through me as his lips skim over my stomach. He stops when he reaches the waistband of my panties, then leans back on his knees and slowly, agonizingly so, tugs them off. I’m mesmerized watching his big hands remove them and I don’t have a chance to say a word before he dives between my legs. His tongue darts out, licking over my sensitive skin, and he uses his lips like he’s hungry for me. He groans, “I could do this forever. You’re so fucking gorgeous. All pink and wet for me.” His tongue slides inside me and, I swear, it’s like he’s French kissing my pussy. I shudder, rocked by molten desire. He reaches a hand up, fondling one of my breasts, flicking his thumb over my nipple before he pinches it. Hard.

And, oh God, I love it.My body clenches and a burst of pleasure shimmers through me. He hums in satisfaction, his tongue flicking over my clit, wringing the orgasm out of me. I’m unable to control myself—my hips undulate, rubbing my engorged flesh against his mouth. Normally, letting go like that would scare me, but somehow, here with Micah, I’m not frightened. He’s the one calling the shots, and I’m okay with it. In fact, I crave it.

Suddenly, I realize I’ve been off in my head. Micah is shucking off his dress pants and boxer briefs all in one go, only stopping to pull a condom out of his pocket.

I swallow, unsure what to do with myself. My eyes are crazy wide, taking in how his dick juts out from his body, gorgeous and long and thick, with a bead of moisture at the tip. “Do you carry those around all the time?” I ask, motioning to the condom.

“Not necessarily. Glad I have one today, though.” He shoots me another little smirk as he rips the package open.

I’m naked. He’s naked. Blood rushes in my ears. I have to say something. Because surely, he’ll know. “Um, Micah?” My voice is hoarse.

He rolls the condom on, lowering himself to me, his big body covering mine like a warm, weighted blanket.

“Um. I—” How do I say this? He gathers me in his arms and his lips slide down my throat. With a groan, he takes my nipple into his mouth and my back arches up in response. His cock is right there at my opening, the tip nudging its way in. I can’t concentrate. He slides inside probably less than an inch and all the air rushes out of my lungs. “Micah.”

He reaches between us, sliding his fingers through my slick folds, teasing me, then rubbing circles around my clit. “Mm, so fucking wet.”

I moan, unable to stop it when he touches me like that. Oh God, it feels so good.

He takes himself in his hand, dragging the crown of his cock through my arousal. Up. Down. Up. Down. He slides partway in again.

“Micah!” I push at his shoulders, my fingernails digging into his skin.

That gets his attention. He stops what he’s doing, giving me a questioning look. His brow furrows. “Am I hurting you? I want you so fucking bad, Daph. I fucking need you.”

I suck in a breath and stare at him, embarrassment rushing through me. “I’ve never— What I’m trying to say is … this is my first time.”

For a moment, what I’ve just revealed to him doesn’t register. He dips his lips near my ear, nipping at my lobe and groaning with pleasure. The moment it hits him, he goes perfectly still. “Wait, what?”

“You’re my first.” I swallow and blink up at him as he eases back, scanning my features.

The stunned look on his face would be comical if we weren’t both naked and I didn’t feel so exposed and embarrassed by my admission. I hate that I feel like this is something to be ashamed of. Like I’m the weirdo because I’ve never had sex.

He closes his eyes for what feels like at least a minute before he opens them again, staring at me curiously. “But I thought—”

“What?” My cheeks heat until I’m sure they’re a fantastic shade of crimson.

He grits his teeth. “I guess I thought when you had that orgasm the other day, and you said it was your first, that you’d just been with some fucknut in the sack who didn’t take his time with you.”

He lowers his head for a second, then shakes it, looking back up at me. “We don’t have to do this. Not if you don’t want to.” His jaw twitches, all of the muscles in his body rigid.

I whisper, “Do you want me, Micah?”

He tilts his head, eyes half-hooded, like he’s trying to decide what the right answer is. “You know I do. I’ve fucking wanted you since that day in the classroom when you let me play with your nipple.” He clears his throat and stares deeply into my eyes. “I think you wanted me then, too.”

“My body reacted to you, yes. And I still feel that … connection.” I put my hand over his heart. “But now I feel like I know the real you. And I like him. A lot.”

“Do you trust me, Daph?”

I nod, never breaking eye contact. “I do.”

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