Page 69 of Ruined Rose

Daphne

Watching the play of muscles as Micah’s strong body climbs back over mine might be my favorite thing ever. He’s carved and smooth and toned and everything I could ever hope for, from his corded neck to the taut ridges of his abs to his long, thick cock. All that said, the sweet heart he hides under a gruff exterior is what really sends me over the edge. I’m already gone for him.

“Wait.” I swallow, sitting up. “Can I put it on you?”

Micah squeezes his eyes shut, like he’s in pain. “Yes,” he grits out.

“I don’t have to—”

“No, I want you to. I’m just crazy-tightly wound already and desperate to get inside you.”

Oh. Ohh. With a mischievous smile, I snatch the package from his fingers, tear it open, and pull the condom out. Reaching out, I run my fingers over the velvety soft skin of his cock and my thumb skims over the head, smearing the drop of pre-cum. I bite my lip, glancing up at him. Sure enough, his eyes are locked on me as I roll the condom into place. I lie back on the pillow again, smiling.

“You enjoy my pain, huh?”

I shake my head. “Just your pleasure.”

He growls when he says, “It’s a fine line between the two.”

Our gazes still connected, I spread my legs apart, giving him room to tuck his hips between them. He drops down on top of me and stills. The skin-on-skin contact is almost overwhelming, and we both moan with the sensation. I run my hands over every bit of toned muscle I can reach, finally gripping his firm ass and giving it a squeeze.

Micah takes his erection in his hand, rubbing the crown up and down through my wetness until he finally slips inside. He gathers me in his arms and thrusts forward, filling my body. His mouth slants over mine as he begins to move, smoothly sliding in and out at a maddeningly slow pace. He takes his time worshipping my body. Every time he touches me, he sends me to new heights. And when he kisses me, I feel his desire all the way down to my toes.

Micah fucking me is the most in tune I’ve ever been with someone else. We’re a sweaty mess, and I don’t even care. I’m obsessed with the way our bodies slide against each other. I revel in the salty taste of his skin, in the heat of his body on mine.

“Fuck, Daph. This feels so, so good.” He rears back on his knees, pulling my legs in front of his chest and folding them between us. He gives us a new angle, one that touches some place deep inside of me and has me seeing stars.

Getting a chance to look at his body in the light of day as he powers into mine is freaking spectacular. I’ve always heard men are very visual, but I must be, too. The heightened awareness I get seeing our bodies come together like this brings me to the brink in a brilliant flash. My eyes widen, and my lips part as pleasure coils tightly inside me before it slowly unfurls in a soul-shattering orgasm.

“You’re so fucking beautiful when you come.” Micah leans forward, gripping the headboard with one hand and teasing my nipple with the other. He drives into me at lightning speed until he suddenly jerks, thrusting deeply a few more times before collapsing on top of me.

After a minute, he props himself up on his forearms and rains kisses down on my face—my cheeks, my forehead, my nose, my chin. He brushes my hair back, slides his tongue over my lower lip until I open for him. Our tongues twist in a languid, calm way, and I feel every bit of feeling he pours into the kiss. When he finally breaks it, he presses his forehead to mine. “Baby, I was so terrified I was going to lose you.”

“Micah, no. My emotions were running pretty high the last time we spoke—I’m the kind of person who needs to be alone to work through things in my head. And then all the stuff that got dredged up when I was talking to my parents had me—” I suck in a breath. “Let’s just say, it’s been a tough week.”

He holds my head in his hands, gently stroking his thumbs over my cheeks while he stares into my eyes. “I want to hear about it all. But I didn’t like not seeing you at all. I’ve been a wreck. I’m fucking addicted to you, Daph. I need you.” He kisses me again before pulling out of me and climbing from the bed to dispose of the condom. “Be right back.”

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