Page 59 of Roughing
Michella nudged my shoulder, indicating she wanted me to sit on the stool. I did as my entire body hummed with expectation. Michella knew how to get the maximum pleasure out of me as no other woman ever had.
I didn’t believe in soul mates, but if I did, Michella would be the one. Suffice it to say we were extremely compatible in the sex department.
A slow smile crossed my face as Michella dropped to her knees in front of me. I held my breath in anticipation of what I knew was coming next.
She wrapped those long fingers around the base of my cock and slid them up, then down again. Repeating over and over. I bit back a plea for her to stop because what she was doing to me felt too good for a mere mortal to survive such indescribable pleasure. Her wet mouth touched the tip of my cock, and her tongue snaked out and slid down the length.
Groaning, I gripped the sides of the stool to prevent my falling off it. Doing so would be a sure mood killer, and the only thing I’d allow to kill this mood was an orgasm. No other ending was acceptable.
Michella cupped my balls and gently squeezed them as her mouth pleasured my dick. I forgot how to breathe when she took it in her mouth. One of the sexiest sights on earth had to be watching my dick disappear into her mouth time and again, deeper with each stroke until she had taken the majority of me inside that luscious mouth. I jerked in response to the fucking she was giving my dick.
“Damn, woman, you’re going to make me come faster than not.”
“That’s the plan,” she warned before my dick was in her mouth again.
I couldn’t stop myself from taking an active role and gripped the back of her head. Grasping a handful of her thick hair, I took control and pressed myself deep, holding there for a moment of mind-blowing passion before retreating long enough for her to gasp for breath before doing it again.
My control wasn’t the best, and I came too soon, but Michella gladly accepted what I had to give and used that clever tongue to clean me off.
I’d never seen anything so sexy in my life. She stood and kissed me hard. I tasted myself in her, and I wanted more. My dick might’ve shot its load, but it was definitely recharging faster than normal.
I bent her over the back of a chair while stroking my dick until it was ready again. I entered her with one hard, fast thrust, causing her to cry out from the unexpected pleasure. I aimed to please, and something inside suggested I try a different approach. After several thrusts, I pulled out, ignoring her protests.
I literally threw her over my shoulder and carried her to the bedroom. She giggled and kicked, forcing me to hold her legs still until she lay sprawled on my bed.
I gazed down at her, taking in her beautiful, glowing skin and her rocking body. She couldn’t have been more perfect if she’d been conjured by my most erotic dreams.
I knelt on the bed and met her gaze. Her eyes sparkled with anticipation. I took a nipple in my mouth and ran my tongue over it repeatedly until she begged for mercy. But I showed no mercy. Instead, I moved to the other nipple while sliding my hand between her legs and fucking her slowly with my fingers. When I touched her clit, she came apart. My spirit sang with joy.
I gave her time to come back from whatever place that orgasm took her before I slid inside her and began to slowly fuck her. Usually we went at each other like wild animals. This time I took the slow, gentle route, certain my ability to do so had caught her off guard. She raked my back with her fingernails and tried to get me to speed up, but I’d have none of that.
I took her with care as if she were fragile and could break at any moment. When we came again, we came together in an explosion of passion and something deeper this time. Something beyond lust and bordering on some scary shit I preferred not to think about.
I’d always fucked hard and rough, satisfying both parties but not showing the deep emotions I’d expected from a profound connection between two people. This time I felt that connection and then some. I could fall for this woman, hard, complete, and irreversible, if I wasn’t careful.
But did I want to be careful?
The answer to that question sat on the tip of my tongue, and I didn’t have the guts to speak the truth out loud.
ChapterTwenty-One
MISSING YOU
~~Michella~~
The next few days were glorious, even though I sensed a storm cloud forming, or maybe I anticipated one.
My view of relationships was fatalistic, like waiting for the other shoe to drop. I half expected something to happen that’d destroy what Briggs and I had in its infancy. My mother always told me to expect the worst and hope for the best. Unfortunately, I seemed to expect the worst and get the worst. She’d also told me to go in with the belief this relationship would work, not the dread that it wouldn’t.
I was trying.
But old habits died hard, and I had a decade or more of picking the wrong guys. Gordon was the wrongest of the wrong, and if my worst suspicions were correct, a serial killer.
I kept reminding myself Briggs was not Gordon.
Every time Briggs and I had sex, I fell a little harder for this gruff, enigmatic man. He was starting to trust me and let me see his softer side, and I adored that side as much as I adored my overprotective, strong, silent type.
I’d stayed with Briggs every night since the game. Heidi joined us on Sunday for dinner and a movie. On Monday, Briggs took me to a fancy dinner.
