“My manly sensibilities have never been in such tip-top shape in my life.” He’s grinning as he stretches out on the sheet with his head on the pillow. “Climb on top of me, baby, and I’ll show you exactly how macho I can be on my back.”
Surprised laughter bursts out, easing some of my anxiety as I get on the bed and straddle his middle.
He cups my breasts and plays with them for a minute before drawing my upper body down so he can kiss me.
This kiss isn’t light like the one I gave him outside. It’s slow and gentle and lingering, but it’s also deep. Deep. The connection of our lips and tongues sends out waves of hot pleasure through my body. I was excited even before I kissed him the first time, but now my pussy is pulsing insistently and I’m fighting the urge to squirm as I kiss him back, trying to get even deeper.
“Shoulda known you’d be demandin’ in bed,” he murmurs against my mouth.
I gasp and lift my head. “Demanding?”
“Oh yeah. That was the bossiest kiss I’ve ever had in my life.” He’s warm and teasing and irresistible as he smiles up at me. His skin is flushed beneath his tan andhis beard. “I loved it. Next one, maybe you can be even bossier.”
There’s no way to be offended—even though I’ve never considered myself bossy before. Because he’s obviously telling me the truth. He enjoyed the kiss as much as I did. He doesn’t want it any different.
He pulls me down into another kiss, and I give myself to it fully. His hands have started moving all over my body, focused on my ass and my inner thighs. After a few minutes, I’m so turned on that I rear up in frustration. “You’re killing me here, Micah.”
“I am?” He’s clearly both surprised and pleased.
“Yes. This is supposed to be hot, meaningless sex. Are you planning to kiss the whole time?”
“Did you want me to just stick it in you dry? I was tryin’ to get you goin’.”
His tone is sardonic and still amused, but I can see he means it.
He was taking it slow because he thought I’d need it to be ready for sex.
Beneath his gruffness and lazy insouciance, he really is quite sweet.
“You might be surprised by how not dry I am.” I tuck some loose strands of hair behind my ears.
“Yeah?” He moves his hands so he can feel between my legs, perking up visibly when he discovers my pussy is wet. “Fuck, whatd’ya know? But I think we can do better.”
“Better how?”
He thinks for a minute before he nods and scoots farther down on the bed. “Better not risk my damn injury. So scoot higher up here.”
“Higher up where?” I honestly have no idea what he’s talking about.
He raises his hands, making cupping gestures near his face. “Up here.” He twitches his eyebrows at me naughtily.
I gape at him. “Are you serious?”
“Sure, I am. Unless you have a safer way for me to get my mouth where it needs to go.”
I probably wouldn’t be able to think of a safer position even if my mind were capable of thinking at the moment. It’s currently flooded with hot, pulsing excitement.
“What’s the hold up? You gonna sit on my face or not?”
Helpless amusement bubbles out of me as I move higher up his body, arranging myself so I’m straddling his head. I’ve actually never done this position before, so I’m a little uncertain. I hold most of my weight on my thighs until he’s pulled me down farther where he wants me.
“Fuckin’ hell, baby.” His voice is muffled by my flesh.
“I’m sorry. I’m not exactly an expert at this position. You’re not suffocating down there, are you?”
His body shakes, and the chuckle blows against my pussy. “If I did, at least I’d die a happy man. You’re doin’ real good. Try to hold it just there, and I’ll do the rest of the work.”
It’s weird. Slightly awkward. Oddly helpless. Hovering over his face this way. I hold on to the built-in shelf above the bed and do my best to hold still as he starts to use his mouth on me.
