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“We can switch positions. I don't want to accidentally hurt you.”

He grins broadly, looking more like a schoolboy than a man. “You’re not going to hurt me. Not that I would complain. It's certainly the best way to go. Just do this, Evelyn. I need you to have that kind of control.”

“How will I know if you’re suffocating?” I question. I’ve never done this before, and I really don’t want to have to explain what happened to an EMT.

“If I stop holding on to you, you’ll know to get up. Angel, stop thinking.”

I hesitate for another minute but decide to give him what he wants.

My hands grab onto the headboard, and with my feet underneath me, I stand up. Micah pulls my shorts and underwear simultaneously down my legs and helps me balance to step out of them.

“Well, this isn’t fair. I’m the only one naked.” I look down at him from my standing position and taunt.

Most of Micah’s face is covered in shadows, but I can see the moonlight reflect in his eyes.

“As you wish.”

He slides off his boxers and then shifts lower on the bed so that when I kneel, my knees are on either side of his head. I keep hold of the headboard and lower my pussy to his face.

A thrill shoots through me as I watch him flatten his tongue and lick in between my thighs, from my perineum to the tip of my clit.

Holy shit.

“Hmm… you taste sweet and tangy,” he murmurs in appreciation and then wraps his arms around each of my thighs, strapping me into his desired position.

I watch in awe as he rubs his face against my wet pussy before completely covering his mouth with my body. The idea of having control over his breath brings an unbridled pleasure that heats my core.

His short nails dig into the skin of my thighs, pulling me harder so that more of my weight is on him. I follow his lead, still holding onto the headboard, and sit on his face. As soon as he begins his assault with his tongue, I can’t help but throw my head back with a loud moan.

He makes out with my lips, much like he did my mouth, and rubs his nose against my clit simultaneously, causing me to rock my hips and ride his face. I clutch the headboard tighter, moving my hips faster as Micah’s fingers dig almost painfully into my skin.

Concentrated pleasure bubbles at my core. I’m no longer worrying about his breathing but focusing on the budding orgasm that I can feel just below the surface. My skin is heated and sweaty as I grip the headboard tighter in anticipation of the wave that’s sure to come crashing down.

Micah jerks his hands to my ass, spreading me open with a firm grip while using his tongue to stroke the walls of my pussy in a circular motion. He moves his hand, and with the pad of his finger, presses at my other entrance.

The stimulation is too much, and the budding pleasure crashes over me. I scream Micah’s name. My hips repeatedly jerk forward and my pussy clenches tightly as I ride the aftershocks of my orgasm.

Micah pushes underneath my legs, reminding me that I could very well kill this man, and I immediately move off his face. I look down at him to make sure he’s still breathing, and I chuckle through jagged, short breaths.

“A penny for your thoughts?” His words are choppy and short as he struggles to catch his breath.

“You’re the one who almost suffocated, but I’m the one who can’t catch her breath.” I smile, high from the rush of my orgasm.

He nods and guides my hips to his. “How was that, Angel? Did I do okay?”

I lay my face against his chest, listening to the rapid beat of his heart.

“It was okay,” I tease.

His laughter rumbles through his ribcage, and his calloused hands rub gently on my back.

“Good thing I’m not done,” he teases back.

I exaggerate a sigh and sag my body into his while trying to think of something witty to say back.

Micah tugs on my hair, raising my chin. “We’re not done. I’m just letting you catch your breath.”

His face is glistening in the moonlight with the evidence of my pleasure, and his eyes burn through me, sending a shiver down my spine. He slides his hands to my cheeks and pulls my face closer to his.

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