Page 108 of IRL: In Real Life
“I wanted to feel you sink down on my dick that same night.” His thumb worked me harder. “Wanted your sweet ass over me, taking every inch. Been carrying that around ever since.”
“Micah—”
“I know.” He kissed my mouth once, quick and hungry, then dragged his lips to my ear. “Still got me fucked up. But I’m handling it now.”
Fuckkkk…
That sent me straight to the edge.
He kept his strokes deep and even, his thumb circling my clit while his voice kept wrecking me one line at a time.
“You feel too damn good.”
“You hear me?”
“Look at how wet you are for me.”
“Been wanting this the whole time.”
My body tightened around him again and again, and every time it did, he cursed like it was taking something out of him for real.
“Fuck,” he muttered, forehead dropping to mine. “Every time you squeeze me like that, you about to make me lose it.”
That should not have turned me on more than it did.
It did.
He felt it happen too, because his hand sped up just enough, the rhythm of his thumb lining up with the drag of his dick until I could not tell which part of him was undoing me faster.
“Come on,” he said, eyes on my face now. “Give it to me.”
I could barely breathe.
“Micah—”
“I know, baby.” His mouth brushed mine once, then again. “I know. Cum on this dick. Your dick.”
The room went bright and narrow all at once.
His hand.
His voice.
The thick, wet plunge of him inside me.
That filthy praise, low and exact and meant for me only.
My whole body gave way.
The orgasm ripped through me deep and hard, splitting me open under him. My back arched off the bed. My thighs shook. A cry tore out of me that had no business being that loud in a man’s condo and still came anyway. He kept stroking me through it, dick still driving deep, still talking to me while I came apart around him.
“That’s it,” he said, voice wrecked now. “Just like that. I got you.”
He followed not long after, buried all the way in, hips going ragged for those last few thrusts while his mouth opened on a groan that sounded like it had been building in him for days.When he finally stilled, his whole body stayed draped over mine for a second, trembling in small ways I could feel more than see.
After that, the room went soft in pieces.
He kissed the corner of my mouth. Then my shoulder. Then just breathed with me until my pulse stopped acting like it had somewhere else to be.
