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kisses. She was beautiful doing that. So fucking beautiful. She moved her erect nipples along his lower stomach, sending a bolt of heat through his cock. He thrust his hips, needing to connect with whatever he could.
    She mumbl ed words, was it another language? He finally heard it. “ I curse the people who dared hurt you. I love you.” He pulled on the straps and grunted. “Kiss me Sarah.” He’d die if he didn’t taste some part of her.
    She made her way up his chest, until her hot folds pressed his thick desire into his abs. Fuck. She pressed his arms into the bed with her hands and began kissing his lips like she’d done his scars, delicate nips, her tongue licking as she moved her secrets along his impossibly hard length. He gasped right on her mouth, thrusting his hips hard. She moaned, liking that and slid her hands along his arms until she held his face, kissing him dizzy, her tongue pushing into his mouth and boldly stroking. Beautiful sounds of hunger accompanied her every breath until Micah was crazy for her.
    She pulled up and continued to move herself on him, her eyes closed, her lips parted. Her delicate moans, edged with lust were the loveliest sounds ever.
    He wanted to tell her what to do, tell her to sit on his face, but this was her, it needed to be just her in control. She opened her eyes and met his hungry gaze. Would she make love to him? He’d never had a woman do that, not a virgin. The idea of her giving herself to him that way, all on her own without him doing any seducing was fucking unraveling his soul.
    She raised up until she sat on his waist, his cock still trapped under her. “I’m going to make love to you, Micah.”
    Shit. His breath came out in ragged gushes. Why did that make him nervous? He suddenly wanted it to be perfect for her, to help ensure it marked her entirely.
    “Do you want me to make love to you?”
    “Yes Sarah, yes.” He devoured how she looked up there on top of him. “Please.”
    He couldn’t believe he was ready to beg and plead for it. But he was. She raised up and took hold of him and rubbed him on her opening. Micah lifted his head and watched, needing to see it all.
    “Do you want me to stop?” she gasped.
    “Fuck, no,” he said, winded, worried now that she might.
    She began to lower very slowly onto him and he thrashed his head in an effort not to buck his hips and hurt her. “Fffuck, Sarah!”
    S he whimpered, digging her nails into his chest as she lowered slowly onto him. “Oh God, yes,” she gasped, the further she got.
    Micah couldn’t speak, he was too close to coming. When she sat on him and he could go no further, he flicked his hips and she cried out. Micah groaned long. “I need to fuck you Sarah.” He jerked on the restraints in frustration, flicking his hips harder, making her cry out again.
    “Yes,” she whispered, clamping him with a vicious heat. “ Yes, yes, yes.” The moaned words said the pain was subsiding.
    “Fuck me Sarah,” he begged. “Please, move your sweet body on me, I will die if I don’t feel you. ”
    She fell forward and kissed him, holding his arms again. Her kiss turned lusty and she began to move on him in long fluid strokes. She broke the kiss, her eyes closed, pretty mouth open in sweet torment, and her whimpered moans as beautiful as ever.
    “That’s it, fuck me,” he groaned, watching her breasts then face. He looked lower to where her body met his. The sight of her delicate mound meeting his groin followed by her hips twirling, did him in. He began bucking his hips in savage abandon. He arched his head back as the heat in his balls raced forward. “Sarah, please, don’t stop, don’t stop!”
    “ Do it, yes!” She was right on his mouth eating up his every gasp and Micah had never loved anything so entirely in his pathetic life than to shoot his seed deep inside her womb.
    Panic slammed him when he felt a pa ssionate desperation in her lips, the kind you might have with a last kiss. She