Page 117 of Psycho

I closed my eyes and focused on the feel of him—everywhere.

From his lips to his fingers, to the solid feel of his ass as my foot dug into it every time he moved in just the right way, and even his weight on top of me…

Especiallyhis weight on top of me.

It was like the world’s most secure shelter in the worst of storms.

I felt like I could weather just about anything like this.

I kissed him harder from the thought as he stabbed one finger inside me and moved in a fast, hard, fragmented rhythm that muddled my mind.

I arched toward him, wanting more friction. More of him, and Micah didn’t disappoint when he added another finger, stretching me out in the best way possible.

I couldn’t think anymore.

I didn’t worry about anything. Not my grandma, my future, or my fractured heart.

All of those things ceased to matter because Micah was touching me, and I just wanted him to keep touching me like this.

Just like this.

Don’t stop.

Fuck,please, don’t stop.

I let out a scream when I was close, the sound muffled by his lips.

Micah moved harder against me. So much more than I thought was possible.

I fell over the cliff and plunged deep into the abyss.

I didn’t know anything anymore.

Just his touch.

His kiss.

Just him.

Tears stung my eyes as he slowed his movements, giving me a chance to find my way back into reality, to him, but fuck, I didn’t want that to be the case.

I didn’t want to go back to reality.

The confusion of it was enough to tire me out.

I wanted to stay drenched deep in ecstasy.

I let out a whimper in protest when Micah pulled out of me.

“Shh, it’s okay, sweetheart. I got you.”

I blinked up at him.

I should hate that he called mesweetheart, but no one had ever called me sweetheart in that tone of his.

Slowly, he helped me sit up.

I stared at him for a beat, my cheeks feeling hot as I adjusted my bra and pulled my shirt down.

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