“Yeah?” I bite on my lip, still feeling nervous, and direct my gaze to his face rather than keep staring at the other bit of his anatomy that fascinates me. When I touch my fingertips to it, he closes his eyes and bends his head until our cheeks are side by side. “Does that feel okay?”
“It feels wonderful.”
Emboldened by his breathy voice, I explore further. Wrapping my hand around his girth, my fingers don’t even touch. His skin is softer than I expected, like heavy satin with a bit more give.
“Do you want me to guide you?”
His voice is heavy with lust, coming from deeper in his throat than I’m used to. I nod and his hand closes on top of mine, pulling up and down. There’s still a trace of lube on his skin, making it easy to stroke along his length with little friction.
After a minute, I slip my hand out of his to move lower, cupping his balls and giving a small giggle. “That feels so different. How do you walk around all day with these dangling around between your legs?”
“They’re not dangling,” he says with an amused laugh, moving his free hand to my head, playing with the hair I’ve always hated but which he seems to love. “You can usually count on me to wear clothes.”
“Usually?”
“It’s remarkable how easily I can be persuaded to alter that state.”
“Mm-hm. I can just imagine Agnes’s appalled face.”
“Not to mention Warren.”
At that, my teeth worry at my bottom lip. “Do you always have a bodyguard?”
“Most of the time, yes.”
“Will I have one?” The thought of being trailed around everywhere I go feels like an imposition. My father never had a guard except for a brief time when someone took potshots at the house. Even then, it was just for the period where we were under active threat. The moment he incapacitated the culprit, all that stopped.
“I would prefer you be protected.” A frown pinches his brow while his eyes drop to my mouth. “At least until I know you understand the different forces at work up here and can make an accurate decision for yourself.”
“Wouldn’t want to get kidnapped by a strange man and whisked away to their extravagant apartment in the sky.”
His eyes narrow. “No, you wouldn’t. Especially not when I’d pursue your captor to the ends of the earth and tear him to pieces for daring to lay a finger on your precious body.”
Micah punctuates his statement with kisses along my jawline before plunging both his hands into my hair. He tugs my head until I’m staring directly into his eyes. “You’re mine now and nobody else is ever going to touch you.”
When he claims my mouth, I melt against him. Nobody has ever treated me like this, like I’m precious, the most-prized jewel in their collection. It rouses my body until my insides are molten and my outsides are raw, bare to the world.
His kiss deepens, one hand falling down to cup my arse, sliding between my legs from behind. This time, there isn’t any need for outside assistance. I’m slick with longing, even as my newly penetrated entrance cries it’s too soon, making me gently flinch from his touch.
“Sorry,” he mumbles into my hair, and I want to tell him it’s okay, it doesn’t matter. Tell him anything so he’ll keep running his hands over my body and lighting so many fires that they merge, consuming me whole.
Before I can, he grabs my rear end, with both hands this time, lifting me onto the vanity and falling to his knees. The surface is shockingly cold compared to the warmth of my body, from the shower, the steam, his touch, adding an extra dimension.
The bath behind us is only half full. I check, aware that if the sensations that Micah is unleashing in my body grow any stronger, I mightn’t remain cognisant much longer. Then he spreads my lips with his thumbs and licks inside my folds, running his tongue the full length until he ends in a swirling circle around my clit.
My brain buzzes with static, unable to keep control.
“Let me know if you don’t like it,” he mumbles, pulling away until I cup him around the back of his head and pull him back.
Very nice.That’s what he’d told me yesterday when asking about my experience. That he had it on good authority it’svery nice.
The words are wholly inadequate for what it actually feels like as Micah gently explores me. His tongue alternates between rough and smooth as it dives and strokes, lapping and swirling, multiplying my enjoyment with each passing second until I feel like every nerve ending in my body crowds into the sensitive strip of flesh between my legs. Soon it’s joined in its adventures by a thumb whose pad ignites an entirely new level of delightful friction.
My head lolls back so far that it bumps against the mirror behind me. A whimper leaves my mouth as the pressure inside me grows and grows, catching me up in a building wave until my thighs clamp around Micah’s head, holding him in place even though I’m scared I’m smothering him. Then not caring if I do so long as my urges take me over the peak.
His hands cup my arse again as his tongue encircles my swollen clit, dragging me into an ecstasy that floods my brain with so many endorphins that it can’t remember how to keep my muscles tensed and my body collapses, freeing Micah from the vice of my thighs as I shudder out the last of my orgasm against the final strokes of his tongue.
“Definitely grade-a,” I mumble as he gathers my boneless body against his chest and carries me to the tub. “You should lead with that next time.”
