36. Alice

ALICE

P leasure explodes inside me as Michael fills me with his entire length.

My lips part to release a cry, but before sound can come out, a large palm closes over my mouth just as Michael’s body drops onto mine. His weight pins me to the mattress.

“We gotta be quiet, Baby.” His cock throbs inside me. “Those sounds are for my ears only.”

His words grate against my skin, and I clench around him.

“Fuck, Sweetness,” he groans. “This pussy was fucking made for me.”

I nod my agreement, his palm still preventing me from speaking.

And when he drags his cock out before slamming it back in, I’m thankful that he’s still muffling my cries. Because I can’t hold back.

“So slick.”

His hips meet mine.

“So hot.”

Another thrust bounces my body beneath his.

“So tight.”

His hand slides away from my mouth to cradle the back of my head.

Michael looks into my eyes from inches away, and a physical roll of emotion sweeps through my soul. A tremendous feeling of rightness rests over my heart. And I know this is it. This is the man I’m going to spend my life with.

With trembling fingers, I place my hands on his face and pull him closer.

His hips slow. His eyes show understanding. Like he’s feeling the same thing I am.

“My Alice.” His quiet claim brushes over my lips.

“I’m yours,” I reply.

His mouth claims mine. His tongue matching the motion of his thrusts. His whole being filling me.

Michael. He’s mine. Truly mine.

I roll my hips to meet his. “My Michael.”

A shudder rumbles through his body.

Fully seated inside me, he pumps his hips, pushing even deeper.

“Say it again.” He grits the command in a harsh whisper.

My hands scratch down his neck until my palm is flat over his thumping heart. “You’re my Michael. No one else’s.”

The hand not behind my head slides over my side, and he pulls back enough to slip it between us.

“Tell me the rest,” he demands.

His fingers flex against my belly as they inch lower. And lower.

When his thumb brushes through the moisture between us, I close my eyes. And when he presses against my clit, I arch my back and moan.

Michael’s other fingers tangle in my hair. “Tell me the rest.”

“The rest?” I blink my eyes back open.

I can hardly think.

His thumb traces a small circle.

What was the question?

His thumb starts to rub harder as he pulls his cock out until just the head of him is still inside me.

“Tell me what you feel.”

My eyes slide shut again. “I…”

He pushes back inside me.

“I…” Joy fills every one of my cells as my orgasm starts to spark beneath his touch.

“Tell me, Baby.”

“I love you.”

My eyes pop open in panic. I didn’t mean to say that.

Except Michael’s not pulling away.

He’s not holding back at all.

His hips slam into mine.

“Say it again,” he growls. Each thrust sliding us farther up the mattress.

“I love you.” I cling to his neck, and I feel tears fill my eyes.

He presses his forehead to mine. “I love you, too. So goddamn much.”

I lose the battle against the tears. The intensity of the moment is too much. Too overwhelming.

“Say it again.” I choke out my own demand.

“I fucking love you, Alice Hatter.” Michael’s own eyes are glassy. “I’m gonna love you forever.”

His thumb brushes over my clit once more, and I combust.

Sobs mix with moans of ecstasy as I pulse around him. Pulling him in as close as he can get.

“Alice,” he chants into my neck. “My Alice. My Sweetness. I’m so close.”

“Let go, Michael.”

He starts to withdraw, but I hook my feet around the back of his thighs. “Come inside me. I want you to come inside me.”

I can feel every muscle in his body tense, and I hold him tight against me as he roars his release.