Page 140 of Embracing the Beat
“I am.” He caresses my thighs, the touch featherlight, to prove his point, and I moan when he slides under the elastic of my panties.
“West.”
He smirks, the heat of his gaze positively volcanic. “Patience.”
Painstakingly slow, he shifts my panties down my legs, following them along my thighs and calves before grabbing them from my feet. I expect him to speed up then, but he seems content to slowly move back up my body, finding spots to stop and press his lips. My knees. My hips. My belly again. His fingers trace down my shoulders to my hands, lacing them together and lifting until I’m leaning up enough for him to undo the clasp of my bra.
In the same unhurried fashion, his fingers move back up, rolling the straps down until he can pull the bra off and toss it over his shoulder. Breaths saw in and out of my lungs, and every nerve ending begs for his attention.
“Fuck,” he groans, teeth sinking into his lip as he palms himself through the thin fabric of his boxers.
“I need you.” I lift my arms and open my thighs in invitation.
“Michaela.”
“Please?”
That one word breaks the spell, and he yanks off his boxers, then lies on his back and pulls me on top of him. His dick presses against my opening, sending fireworks to spark in my toes and fingers. Slowly, heartbeat by heartbeat, he lowers me down until he’s fully seated inside me. The intensity is almost too much.
I lean my head back, pressing my breasts into his hands when they lift to cup them. Euphoria overwhelms me at the sense of rightness of being with him. It drives out all the doubts, all the loneliness I was determined to endure without him.
“I can’t—” He grits his teeth, the muscle in his jaw working furiously. “I’m not going to last.”
His hands shift to my hips, the grip almost painful. But exactly what I need.
I bend down, my breasts rubbing against the light dusting of hair. “Me neither.”
He squeezes my ass, and he moves a hand lower, brushing his fingers where he and I meet, finding my clit and teasing it until I’m writhing against him, begging him to let me up, to let me move. Something, anything to find release. I sit up, grinding into his pelvis as he thrusts to meet me.
The tendons in his neck stretch as he lifts his head up, and I lean down, nipping at one of them.
He jolts, his eyes opening.
“What? I couldn’t resist,” I tell him.
“You’ll pay for that. Later,” he promises. “But now, I really need you to fucking come.”
He shifts us until I’m leaning back slightly against his knees, his hips still driving up as his thumb rotates against my clit.
I lose my rhythm, my orgasm taking control of my body in pulsating white-hot heat. I fall forward, and his arms lock around me as he increases his speed, pistoning his hips against mine until he freezes, moaning into my neck with his orgasm.
“I love you,” he whispers, brushing his lips against my temple.
“Mmm. Love you,” I tell him and sprawl on top of him. “I don’t want to move.”
His hands make large sweeps of my back as his heart thuds to normal under my cheek.
“Who says you need to?” he rumbles.
I smile, tightening my arms around him. “No one.”
“So stay.”
I don’t move, except to press a kiss to his heart, settling against him and letting the steady beat relax me further.
“Sweet dreams, baby,” he whispers as I drift to sleep.
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