The material of Michael’s shirt was bunched up in my grip with white knuckles. I wasn’t sure if I was holding on so tight because I was afraid he would disappear or because I would wake from one of the most exhilarating dreams I ever had.
But whatever the reason, I couldn’t let go.
Somewhere along the line, my hands went from his face, to his shirt, yet I didn’t recall when I moved them, or when he removed his suit jacket. I couldn’t bring myself to care.
It felt like our lives depended on him being closer to me. I wanted to feel his cool flesh against my fevered skin. But I was too busy kissing him.
His taste overwhelmed me, like ambrosia exploded in my mouth and continued to grow in intensity. But it wasn’t rich, where only small amounts could be enjoyed. If his taste was food, I’d never want to stop indulging in it.
A groan, low in his chest rumbled against my aching breasts and I responded with a moan of my own. His mouth devoured it and my reaction only seemed to entice him more.
Suddenly, without warning, he pulled away from my mouth and I gasped, not realizing I was in need of air. But his mouth trailed down my jaw toward my neck and once again, I forgot what it meant to breathe.
All I could feel was his lips and that cool tongue that set my nerve endings on fire. It was like every cell in my body whispered his name. Pleaded for more.
“Oh god,” I breathed, and barely registered that my hands were pushing through his dark blond hair at the back of his head, silently urging him on.
As his mouth found that sensitive spot at the curve of my neck, I felt his teeth. Those two needle sharp fangs grazed my skin, not enough to break through, but enough that I could feel it.
I gasped again, and fisted his smooth hair in my hands and once again caught that whiff of brown sugar and my mouth watered.
Without realizing we were moving, one second I was pulling his face back to my mouth, and the next, I was pressed against the unforgiving, cold metal door behind me.
I was pinned against it by Michael’s long, hard body and I gasped as his kiss increased in intensity.
His hands found my hips and I responded to his wordless gesture. Lifting my legs up, I wrapped them around Michael’s waist and he pressed harder against me, right in the perfect spot and I cried out into his mouth.
I was already so close to the edge, I felt like exploding right then and there, but I forced myself to breathe.
Then he ground against me once more and the blood pumping through my veins exploded.
© Sarah Doughty
This is part 15 of Him. Read part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4, part 5, part 6, part 7, part 8, part 9, part 10, part 11, part 12, part 13, and part 14.
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