Page 81 of Tapped

I want it so much. I’m desperate for it.

Our bodies collide with a sheen of sweat and the room is filled with our heavy breaths and moans.

This is new. I had no idea this could be so good.

My body tenses and my sex quakes around his cock that continues to move inside me.

“Fuck, yes,” he groans and dips his head to the side of mine as he fucks me even harder.

His strong jaw presses against my temple when he becomes relentless. He’s surrounding me, filling me, and possessing me. I’ve never felt so imprisoned, dominated, and so…

Safe.

I call out as my second Micah-induced orgasm washes over me. He slams into me again and again and one more time before he stills, planted so deep within me, I know he touched places I didn’t know were possible.

He gives me his weight, and his breaths come hard as he presses me into the bed. Neither of us move or utter a word.

All I can do is wrap my arms around his neck and wish it would never end.

Micah just made my reality melt away and took me to a place I thought of nothing but him and me—of us.

When he moves, he doesn’t pull out. I’m not sure how, after what we just did, but he’s still semi-hard inside me. He presses in.

I feel it in my sensitive clit.

He turns and puts his lips to the side of my head. “I’m still inside you and can’t wait to do that again. You’re very…”

He lets his words trail off. I turn my gaze to him quickly and tense. “I’m very what?”

The sides of his lips tip on one side. “Bendy. That’s a bonus I wasn’t expecting. What did you think I was going to say?”

I relax and exhale. “Oh. I like yoga, but I don’t have time to go as often as I like.”

He pulls on my hair and tips my head to give himself access to lick up the column of my neck. “When this shit is settled, I’ll do everything I can so you can do all the yoga you want. Sex with a contortionist … goals I never knew I needed.”

What I don’t say is I never have time between work and basically living as a single mom inside of my marriage. If I can fit in ten minutes of stretching at the end of the day, I call it a win.

But what I really focus on is him talking about sex after this is settled.

“I’ve got to deal with this condom. Don’t move. I’ll be right back.” I bite my lip and nod, but he doesn’t move. He presses into me one more time and adds, “And just for your information, there was no reason for you to be nervous or anxious or whatever the fuck you were. I thought I wanted you before I had you. Now I really want you. I hope you’re ready.”

He leans down and presses his lips to mine one last time before he slides out. I feel every inch as he leaves me.

I’m going to be sore, but in the best way ever.

I watch as he climbs out of bed and stalks across the bedroom to the bathroom. Every gorgeous muscle on display. Micah naked from the back is as good as it is from the front.

I grab a pillow and stare at the ceiling.

I did it.

Cadence was right, and she was also wrong.

Micah rocked my world.

But he also nudged something else deep inside me, in a place that’s been dormant for so long, I forgot it existed.

Shit.

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