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to pass between his lips and over his tongue.
    She responded by arching her back and pushing her hips toward his touch. He fluttered the tip of his finger over her bud and she cried out. “Micah, oh God, yes, yes.”
    He rapidly flicked his tongue on the firm tip, drawing a full body shudder and agonized cry from her.
    “Please, finger me,” she gasped.
    At her sweet plea, his plan to go really slow changed. He knelt between her legs and lifted her hips high off the bed. Her mouth remained open with incessant gasps and moans, her eyes riveted to his face between her legs, watching him. He stared at her and placed soft kisses on every inch of her folds, loving the way she looked tied up and helpless. And yet the sweet torment and desperation in her gaze was what made him senseless. He kept his kisses extra light, just inhaling her sweet scent, waiting for her to beg. It didn’t take long. Her body begged first with erotic tilts of her hips, calling his lips and tongue to aggression.
    He teased her with one lick between her folds, still only the tip of her gem. She gasped and squirmed in his hands, the muscles in her ass clenching, straining for it. Perfect. He kissed softly some more, keeping his gaze locked on hers. She bit her lower lip. “Please, suck me.” She ended with tormented moan.
    He loved her desperate. Needed her desperate. He nibbled one plump fold , then the next, moving his thumbs into the juncture of her thighs. He pressed and opened her then slowly worked his mouth between her lips. Micah closed his eyes, getting lost in the feel of her softness on his mouth. He finally reached out with the tip of his tongue and drew designs on her silky skin. She was dripping with desire.
    M icah gripped her squirming bottom firmly while she flicked her hips against his mouth. “Yes, yes, yes.” She thrashed her head and fought to get more friction. Micah gave a long moan on her before sliding his mouth lower and slipping his tongue inside her. She gasped and Micah’s cock jerked at how her body clamped down on him. His fingers hardened as he began pushing and pulling her onto his mouth. She loved it so much, Micah didn’t want to stop. He did it faster making his nose hit her bud with each pull. She was ready to orgasm. He could feel it in her body, on his tongue, in his hands. And he could hear it, the desperate moans rising louder on that wave. He wanted to be buried in her but he couldn’t bring himself to stop. He decided he needed to lick and suck her to orgasm. Then he’d have her.
    He moaned and moved his thumb along her moisture then slid it onto her exit, softly massaging it. Though it was a shocking new sensation, the tease did it for her and she gave a sharp cry as the orgasm took her. Took her hard. Micah concentrated, wanting it to be the best ever. He pressed his lips onto her and sucked, pulling her clit up and fluttered the tip of his tongue on it while his other thumb dipped into her entrance. Her body cleaved hard to both his fingers and Micah thought his heart would fail him at hearing her fall apart. She was so fucking beautiful in orgasm, it drove him mad. It took every ounce of control to let her shudder her last before lowering her body. Gasping on desire, he watched as he slid her dripping folds down his abs, wanting her imprinted into his pores.
    H e placed her onto his painful erection and she cried out. He looked into her eyes, wanting to see her when he entered, what she looked like. He should go slow. He looked down, and the sight of him poised just inside her, demanded much more. He raked his graze back up her body, his fingers turning hard.
    “Sarah,” he gasped, wanting her to look at him.
    She met his gaze. “Do it,” she breathed. “Make love to me. Be my first. My only.”
    Her sweet words obliterated his frayed resistance and he jerked her onto him. The way she cried out along with the tight heat sucking him brought an explosion of heat too intense to bear. He threw his