Page 73 of Ruthless Rose

Chapter 39

“Okay.” He lowers his head to my chest, licking a slow path over my collarbone, then exhaling. His hot breath on my skin makes me shiver in anticipation. He drags his scruff over the side of my breast before drawing my nipple into his mouth. The way his tongue swirls over it as he sucks makes me dizzy. He releases it with a pop, and as he moves to the other breast, he breathes out, “Daph, I’m going to make you feel so good. I promise.”

Micah torments my other breast at the same time he reaches back down, slipping a finger inside of me. He adds pressure from his thumb to my clit, then a second finger joins the first. His breath is ragged as his lips explore me, blazing a trail over my abdomen, nibbling over my hip, all while he works his fingers slowly in and out of me. I gasp at the pleasure I find in his touch, my body writhing under him. He kneels, kissing one thigh, then the other. I’m flooded with so many emotions I can’t make sense of what I’m thinking, but I sure as hell know I feel good. He makes me feel so, so good.

He shifts backward on the bed again, replacing his thumb on my clit with his tongue. He slides it over me, circling around and around as I watch him feast on me. His eyes are fiery, burning with lust.

“Oh God. Oh. Micah.” My body is wound tight. “I want you inside me.”

He shakes his head, flattening his tongue and sweeping it over me. “I want to make you come again first. I want you desperate for me.” He covers the hood of my sex with his mouth, sucking and licking and ravishing me as his fingers continue to work their magic inside me. Ever so slowly, the coiled tension low in my abdomen unfurls. I quake, crying out his name as my body finds nirvana once more.

I’ve barely stopped pulsing when Micah enters me. He moves slowly, inch by inch, holding himself up so he can see my face. I’ve gone from loose and languid and content to tense in no time flat. “Micah …” My breath hisses out of me as the feeling of being stretched beyond anything I’ve ever known overwhelms me.

“Put your legs around me.” He grunts as I do and slips further inside.

My jaw locks, and my fingers claw at his shoulders as I brace myself for whatever is coming. In a shaky voice, I ask, “Are you all the way in?”

He brushes a kiss over my mouth, a small chuckle leaving his lips. He glances down our bodies. “About halfway.”

My eyes widen and my heels dig into his backside. “Seriously?”

He nods, kissing me again, slowly, deeply. “Try to relax.” His tongue plunges into my mouth, and I’m sure it’s meant to distract me, because the next thing I know, I’m on fire for him, and the craving is so strong it has me tilting my hips to give him better access. “Daph, you’re so fucking tight.” He groans as he pushes all the way in.

There’s a raw burn and a twinge of outright pain as he seats himself fully. A ragged breath stutters across my lips. Honestly, I don’t know how he’s fitting inside me. He’s bigger than I had imagined.

He kisses my brow. “Are you okay?”

I nod quickly. Too quickly.

“If it’s too bad, we can stop.” He catches my chin with his fingers, steering my gaze to him. “Breathe.”

I blink a few times, staring into the smoldering depths of his eyes. I draw in a deep breath through my nose, release it in short bursts through my trembling lips. “I’m okay.”

He covers my mouth with his, kissing me senseless. His kisses are so drugging I don’t notice at first when he begins to move, but soon, he’s smoothly pumping his cock in and out of me. Whoa. I’m having sex. My mind reels. I have no idea how I know what to do, but soon I’m meeting Micah thrust for thrust and the pain is mostly gone, being replaced by something close to pleasure.

“Fuck. I can’t hold on any longer. I’m gonna come.” His hips roll as he approaches his climax. He’s looking right into my eyes when he tenses, then jerks inside me.

A few seconds later, he slowly pulls out and kisses the tip of my nose. His voice is low. “I’ll be right back.” He climbs from the bed and walks out of my room, buck naked.

Holy shit.Micah is walking around my house with no clothes on. And, oh my God, the view is amazing. I didn’t have a chance to truly appreciate his body earlier, but he’s beautiful. All carved muscle and deliciousness. My body throbs and my nipples tighten. The affect he has on me is sinful. He’s just taken my virginity, and … I would totally be up for doing it again.

Hearing the toilet flush, I scramble under the covers to wait for him, not yet ready to hang out naked. I pull the sheet up to my chin.

Micah strides back into the room, completely confident with his body—I’m not jealous at all—and I get the full-frontal view. My eyes widen as they are drawn to his partially erect cock. Holy shit. That was just inside me.

He grabs his phone from his pants pocket, glancing at the time before setting it back down, and slips under the covers, tugging me close to his side. I rest my head on his chest, and as I get comfortable, I run my hand over his abs, tracing absentminded patterns over his skin.

His lips brush through the hair at the top of my head as he whispers, “Sorry. I got a little distracted. I did have something else I wanted to ask you.”

“Right. There was a first, but we didn’t let you get to the second.”

“Daph, who are you going to homecoming with?”

He’s playing it cool, but I’m pretty sure he already knows. I press my lips together. “Max.” I shrug. “I was going to back out until the whole homecoming queen nomination thing. I’m sure he’d rather go with someone else. Homecoming is ridiculous. How did I end up being nominated anyway? So dumb,” I say softly.

“It’s not, actually. I’d vote for you any day of the week.”

I snort a little. “I think you have to say that.”

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