Page 43 of Fierce-Michael

“I appreciate it,” he said, his head dropping down. He spread her legs wide, licked her once and heard the squeal again.

She had no problem letting him know what she wanted when her hands went to his head and started to push him around to her swollen bud and hold him there.

He held back the laugh because he’d rather know than guess what a woman wanted.

He pulled her sensitive skin in, sucked a few times and the next thing he knew she was chanting out a mumble of words that made no sense.

No reason to stop her pleasure, not that he could with the way her hands were holding his head there.

When her grip loosened, he leaned back and looked up to see her eyes closed and a soft smile on her face, her body relaxed.

Her bra lifted up and was pushing her breasts out in a funny sight and she popped her eyes open to see him looking there.

“I’ll remove it,” she said. “Not a comfortable style. You need to ditch those boxer briefs so I can see it all now too. At least I’m lubed up good now.”

The things that came out of her mouth.

He moved over to the nightstand to get a condom out, then removed his underwear and opened the package.

Her eyes were on him as he rolled the condom down one handed over the length of him.

“Meet with your approval?” he asked. He wasn’t sure what to make of her silent assessment.

“Damn,” she said. “Yes. Just admiring how efficiently you covered yourself too. Makes me wonder how great your experience is.”

“Don’t overthink the fact that I’m coordinated.”

“Ha ha,” she said, opening her arms. “Come to me.”

He’d never had a woman say that to him before. Which meant he never got to feel what those words invoked either.

He moved a few steps to her while she scooted up on the bed to his pillow and he climbed on and over her.

His hands were on each side of her, her knees were bent and her legs open wide just waiting for him to sink in.

“You ready or need more?” he asked. “You seemed nervous before.”

“Not nervous now. I know you won’t hurt me.”

“Never,” he said, lowering his mouth to hers, his body dropping down and nudging his way in. She was tight but not horrible, and as she’d said, nice and lubed up.

He slid in and held himself there while she adjusted and when her hips lifted and went back down he knew she was ready for more.

Her nails were leaving marks on his back as he thrust in and out at a steady pace. She was keeping up with him, but he wasn’t sure how long he was going to last.

He wanted to see if he could get her there again but didn’t think it was going to happen with the way he was feeling right now.

Her legs came up and wrapped around his hips. “Give it to me hard,” she said, then crushed their mouths together again.

He had to do what she said because he had no control over his body once he heard those words.

It was a few thrusts before he was coming and groaning and hating that he didn’t last longer, but she was grinding against him while he was coming and then tensing and moaning. He felt her pulsing around him and realized she knew what she had to do to get herself there too.

He dropped down on top of her and rolled at the same time to not crush her.

“We make a good team,” she said. “Wow.”

“Yeah,” he said. “Wow.”