Never Give Up - Heidi Lis Page 0,50

he’s staring into my eyes, begging me to tell him what he already knows.

I’m scared, though. I bite my lip while shaking my head. I refuse to put words to what I know I feel. Can I open myself up even more than I already have?

“Come on baby, don’t make me screw it out of you.” I’m so close to tipping over the edge. Shit, he knows how close I am and he’s using it against me.

“Oh my God, please just don’t stop.” He’s not getting what he wants, so he has halted all action. I’m not sure how he’s able just to stop mid-action, but I’m about ready to take matters into my hands if need be. “You are so mean. You do realize I’ve taken care of myself for years and if I’m forced to, I can do it right now.” My slight laugh is cut short because Micah is not playing fair. He’s continuing to move, very, very slowly. The mischievous grin on his face, tells me he’s enjoying this little cat and mouse game.

Pulling out slightly, he starts to inch forward. Leaving only his tip inside, he freezes. His eyes are sparkling, yet the high eyebrow he’s glaring at me with, sends him in a fit of laughs.

“Tell me what I want to hear and I’ll give it to you. I’ll give it so good. You want that don’t you?” His smirk is just as adorable as he is. Too bad he knows it!

Rapidly blinking, I’m writhing trying to get any friction I can. “Yes,” I achingly moan, realizing I’ll get what I want if I just agree with him.

“Well then, let’s have it, sugar,” he says, daring me with an edge of cockiness. “I’m dying here, El. My dick wants to explode, and I’m exercising all the self-control I have left. But it’s fading, so just please, fucking tell me you love me. Goddamit El, please tell me. I need it. I need it so fucking bad. You own me, El, you’ve always owned me. Please baby, tell me. Tell me while I’m deep inside of you.” His dark piercing eyes beg me. Taking a few extra breaths, Micah slides in slow, making sure his chest glides touching my aching breasts. Eyes never leaving mine he’s using every part of his body, to anchor himself to me. And I give in, I will not deny what my heart wants.

“I love you Micah Taylor so fucking much.” It’s a cry, it’s a statement, it’s what I feel with every fiber of my being.

“Fuck! Thank you, I love you too, pretty girl. I’ve always loved you.” His thrust is more urgent. He has so much power behind his moves. Totally loving every minute, he’s finally letting loose with me. I’m more than happy to go along for the ride of my life.

In perfect sync, our souls search for their impending release. Micah’s comes with a hefty grunt and a violent shake. Mine is less hefty, but not any less potent. I feel it building, the way my muscles start to contract, my toes begin to curl, and as it gets more intense, I scream.

“Micah—oh, MICAH!” My release is so potent I tighten my fingers with his.

Lowering his head, he’s breathing frantically and I take this moment to bite his neck as each shake and tremor of my orgasm slowly leaves my body.

“Oh, holy hell, pretty girl.” Reaching up to his neck where I had apparently drawn blood with my teeth. He winces a few times, eyeing me playfully. “Are you a vampire now baby, holy crap.” A bead of blood appears when he removes his hand from his neck.

“Oh shit,” I say mortified. “Sorry,”

He winks with a shrug of his shoulder. “Oh don’t be, babe. It’s pretty hot.” Leaving me with a big grin.

“Pfft, smartass.”

Our back and forth is so easy and— normal.

“God, did I ever miss this with you.” His chuckle is suddenly more serious and loving as he swipes his thumb across my cheek.

I stay quiet, looking at him with nothing but love.

“Elsa?” He asks with a slight head tilt.

Swallowing hard, I sweetly reply. “Yes.”

“Tell me about the tattoo. It’s beyond beautiful, but what does a butterfly have to do with me?”

I follow his eyes as they travel to my hip.

I’m unsure how to explain this to him, this is not a conversation I ever thought I would have with him, ever. I know I’m going to have to tell him the truth, just not