He slides a hand down the front of my pants and presses me against the door. “You don’t. If she needs me, she needs to be able to get me. Welcome to parenthood.”
Those words should turn me off, but instead I get even more worked up. So, Hailey could walk in on us at any moment … Okay, challenge accepted. I just have to keep quiet, so I don’t wake her up.
Unfortunately, Micah is not making quiet easy. His strong fingers press and probe, and within seconds I’m moaning. The softsquelchof moisture as he slides inside me is intoxicating. I grind against his hand, reaching for his waistband to unlock my prize for the evening. My fingers fumble with the button on his jeans before I get it undone, then I unzip him and pull his pants down, boxers and all.
Dear God, that dick! It stands at full attention, beautifully veined and twitching for me, a bead of precum glistening at the pierced tip.
I start to squat down to suck it, but Micah stops me. “Hold on. You promised me something earlier.”
“What’s that?”
His devilish grin sends a thrill shooting through me. “You promised you had nothing to wear tonight.”
I grin back, straightening to give him a little strip tease. “Okay. But I think you should sit down for this.” I put a hand on his heaving chest and push him back towards the bed. He sits on the edge and takes his cock in his hand, stroking it slowly.
“C’mon, Miss Iris,” he says with a husky tone. “Let’s see what you’ve got.”
Though I’m a little out of practice, I do my best PCD impression and slowly start to pull off my shirt. I toss the discarded garment right on Micah’s head, and he rips it off with a savage grin. His hand jerks faster, so I think I’m doing this right.
Next comes the pants. I wiggle my hips as I shimmy out of them, then kick them to the side. I stand there in my bra and underwear, and Micah licks his lips. “More.”
I reach back to unhook the bra, arching my back to make my boobs stand out more. Micah groans as the bra snaps open, but I quickly grab the front of it to keep it from falling off. I tease by slowly pulling down the straps, one at a time, and at this point Micah’s pumping his cock furiously. I peel the bra the rest of the way off, holding one hand over my breasts while I drop it on the floor.
“Have you been a good boy, Micah?”
“Depends. Are you gonna spank me if I’ve been bad?”
That sends me into a fit of giggles that bounces me right out of my hand. So much for teasing.
Since I’m almost naked anyway, I pull down my panties and step out of them. When I stand back up, Micah’s staring at me like I’m the main course.
“Get over here and sit on my face, beautiful.”
Itskand wag a finger at him. “You’re awful demanding, mister. Maybe I want to have my fun first.”
Micah whines. “Please sit on my face?”
I kneel in front of him. “In due time, baby. First thing’s first.”
I remove his hand from his shaft and replace it with my own. Maintaining eye contact, I lick around the tip, tasting the salty cum dripping there. Micah gasps and bites his lip. One of his hands snakes around and buries itself in my hair. Like in the theater, he merely holds me; he doesn’t shove my head or force me down.
Licking slowly from base to tip, I revel in the silky feel of his skin against my tongue, the smoothness of the metal ring. When I get back to the top, I lower my mouth onto him, gently sucking as I go. Micah whimpers, and his hips twitch, but he manages not to thrust into me yet. Good. I’m not ready for that.
With my free hand, I cradle his balls and toy with them while my head bobs up and down. Juggle, squeeze, tug … I’ve got him squirming, and I love it.
“Oh,God, Iris, that feels amazing! You’re so good at that. You take my cock so well, such a good girl …” He’s rambling, and I wonder if he even realizes what he’s saying. “Yeah, baby, suck it all down. My little Hoover.”
I almost ruin it by giggling at that last comment, but I stop myself. Instead, I hum against him while I’ve got nearly all of him in my throat, and with that, I think he loses all control. His hand in my hair tightens, and he starts to thrust his hips. Now that I’m more prepared, I don’t mind it. I hate when a guy starts face-fucking me straight off, but thankfully Micah seems to know when to wait and when to go.
It’s not long before he twitches inside me, and I taste his cum in the back of my throat. I swallow it down, but a bit dribbles out when I pull away. I wipe my chin and lick my lips.
“Nowwill you please sit on my face?” Despite having just climaxed, Micah’s already ready for another round. I suppose going down on me will give him a chance to recharge. Good. I need him to last a while longer. I want to savor this night, savor this time we have together before he’s gone for three long days.
“Lie down.” I mean to say it as a request, but it comes out as a husky command. Micah obeys, lying back on the bed and grabbing his cock again.
I crawl up over him, positioning myself over his head. He moans and grabs my hips, pulling me down before I can lower myself. “I need this. I need to taste your delicious pussy, to have that taste on my lips when I fly out in the morning.”
That’s all the sweet talk I get before he dives in. I gasp and arch my back, moving my hips against his mouth as he licks and sucks my clit. He makes the most delightful growling noises as he feasts, grunting like an animal. I grab onto his hair with both hands and ride his face like there’s no tomorrow. He slides two fingers in while he’s at it, pumping furiously, and I explode all over him. I have to bite my lip to keep from screaming.
