Chapter Fifteen
The sight of Michelle on her knees before him had to be one of the most erotic images Utah had ever seen. But nothing compared to the feel of her mouth closing around his aching erection.
“Michelle…” The hands buried in her hair tightened against his will. He had to fight his overwhelming need to thrust.
His entire body came alive with feelings he’d thought long forgotten.
Utah hadn’t so much as smelled anything in the past three years other than smoke and death. Yet there he stood, inhaling the scent of strawberries coupled with the intoxicating flavor of Michelle.
She suddenly closed her fist around the base of his shaft and followed the path of her amazing mouth.
Disbelief warred within him, conflicting with the unbelievable evidence of the beautiful sight kneeling at his feet. No matter how much his mind whispered that this couldn’t be happening. She was real. This was real. And man, did it feel incredible.
Utah’s head dropped back on his shoulders as Michelle gripped him tighter, increasing the pumping motion of her hand until he thought his legs would collapse beneath him.
Unable to take her oral torture a moment longer, Utah backed up a step, pulling free of her beautiful mouth.
He bent, gripped her beneath the arms, and pulled her to her feet.
His hands seemed to be everywhere at once. He couldn’t get enough of touching her. She was warm, soft, and so alive.
Unable to get close enough, Utah swung her up into his arms, jerked the curtain back, and stepped over the side of the tub.
He didn’t slow until he reached her bedroom where he practically tossed her onto the bed and followed her down.
“If I become too rough with you,” he growled in a shaky voice, “please tell me. I don’t want to hurt you. I would never want to hurt you.” His mouth slanted across hers.
Her flavor. The moan he swallowed the instant it left her throat. The heat coming from her writhing body. Her legs cradling him, tightening around his ass. The slick, wet warmth of her center, combined together to snap Utah’s control.
He rose up enough to slip his hand between their bodies, grip his near painful erection, and press it against her opening.
Without breaking the suction he now had on her tongue, he flexed his hips, glorying in the sweet sound of pleasure she made in the back of her throat.
Utah growled into her mouth, thrusting deeper, feeling her inner walls tighten around him.
He broke off the kiss, his breathing choppy and strained. “I don’t know how this is possible, Michelle. But I’ve never felt anything close to what I’m feeling right now.” Another long, achingly slow thrust. “And I don’t want it to end.”
She stared up at him something resembling sadness in her gorgeous pale blue eyes. “I know. I feel like you’re going to disappear, and I’ll wake up to find it was all a dream.”
Utah’s heart ached with the knowledge that he could very well disappear. He had no idea how long he had with Michelle, but he was determined to make what time he did have good for her.
Rising up on his knees, he gripped her around the waist and brought her with him. She gasped with the next thrust.
Her arms locked behind his neck, and she rocked against him, matching him stroke for stroke.
Face to face, they moved as one, sliding against each other until Utah could hold back no longer.
A shout wrenched from his throat, and he drove into her with one last powerful thrust. His body shook with the force of his orgasm. His muscles seized up, and his breath froze in his lungs.
It took him a moment to realize he held Michelle in a powerfully tight hold.
“I’m sorry,” he breathed, dropping his head to her shoulder. “That’s never happened to me before.”
She turned her face to the side and kissed his temple. “You have nothing to be sorry for. It was still the most incredible thing to me.”
“Was?” He lifted his head. “I’m not done with you yet. Far from it.”
Her eyes widened a second before he lifted her from his lap and tossed her onto her back.
The sight of her splayed out before him, looking up at him through passion-filled eyes was an aphrodisiac to Utah’s starved senses.
He lowered to his stomach between her slightly parted legs, wrapped his fingers around her shapely thighs, and opened her wider for his seeking mouth.
His eyes remained locked on hers as he lowered his head and swiped his tongue over her soft, wet center.
A shudder passed through Michelle. Her breathing accelerated, and her hips lifted slightly in invitation.
Utah growled low in his throat, closed his mouth over the small raised flesh beneath his tongue, and sucked.
“Oh God,” Michelle moaned, her hands going to his head.
The feel of her gripping his hair in her fingers only served to fuel his need for her, his need to please her.
He lashed her with his tongue, all the while keeping the suction of his mouth centered on her sensitive bundle of nerves.
Michelle’s muscles suddenly tightened as did her fingers in his hair. A low cry ripped from her lips, signaling her release.
Utah backed off slightly, focusing instead on the surrounding areas around her swollen nerve endings. He’d learned over the years that too much stimulation on overly sensitive nerves could have adverse effects.
He continued to softly encircle her with the tip of his tongue until her tremors slowed and her fingers relaxed their hold on him.
If she thought he was finished with her, she was sorely mistaken. Yeah, she was in for a long, pleasurable night.