Allyson's POV
Those were the only words Michael needed to hear.
His fingers traced through my wetness, collecting the evidence of my desire as he explored my most sensitive places.
"God, you're so ready for me," he whispered against my ear, his voice rough with want. His thumb found my swollen center, drawing lazy circles that made my breath catch.
A whimper escaped me, my body arching into his touch. "Michael..."
He responded with a low growl, applying more pressure, his movements becoming more deliberate. I could feel myself trembling beneath his skilled fingers.
"You're incredible," he breathed, his touch moving lower, teasing my entrance before slowly sliding two fingers inside.
I gasped, my inner muscles clenching around him immediately. He didn't hesitate or go slow - he claimed what he wanted. His fingers moved with purpose, deep and rhythmic, finding that perfect spot that made me see stars.
