Mike felt his heart skip a beat. A fantasy that just kept getting better and better. He wanted to do nothing more, but they shouldn’t. Should they? She had just been through some dramatic experience. He didn’t want her doing this just because of the adrenaline or because he had brought her to climax and would regret it once it was done. Getting her off was enough for now.
“Mike, stop,” she said, laying against his chest with her cheek pressed against him but was now sitting up. Her voice turned hard and he saw anger in her eyes. “I can see you overanalyzing this like you always do.”
“But you went through a traumatic experience.” Part of himself was calling him an idiot. She was offering herself to him. His greatest dream and he was trying to dissuade her.
She shook her head. “I told you before I was never scared for me. Only that I could lose you before we got to do any of this.” She waved a hand between them. “I’ve wanted to make love to you for some time now. The mugger doesn’t change any of that.”
What could he say to that? He had been wanting to make love to her for a long time now as well. Why was he holding back? Destiny never once acted like she was scared or traumatized from the attempted mugging. She knew he would keep her safe no matter what. Even at the risk to himself.
Mike stood up easily holding her up. Her arms tightened around him making him chuckle. “I’m not going to drop you.”
“I know that.”
“Then why do you have a death grip on me?” She held onto him like a monkey. Her arms and legs wrapped tightly around him. He had one hand under her ass, but she was holding onto him just fine by herself without his help.
“I don’t want you to go.”
That statement made his knees grow weak. He was helpless against this woman. Her words slayed him as no insurgent weapon could. Was it possible to love someone more and more every day? It seemed so.
He had no intention of going anywhere. “The only place I intend to go is your bed.”
Destiny leaned back to look him in the eyes, searching. He didn’t know what for, but she nodded and gave him a radiant smile. “Down the hall, second door on the left.”
Chapter 15
Destiny was tempted to pinch herself and make sure this wasn’t all a dream. She was finally going to make love to Mike. She didn’t think they would ever get here, between his shyness and their mixed signals. Thank God for her grandma who had more sense than her. She had feared the attempted mugging might cool their ardor, but it only heightened it, reminding her how precious life was and if you wanted something you should go after it and seize it with both hands.
She wasn’t making that same mistake again.
Mike laid her on the bed as if she were more precious that fine china. She didn’t want to be treated like a Barbie on a pedestal. She wanted him raw and hard. She didn’t think she would be into that, but when Mike restrained her wrists and he took control, she liked it. He let her guide him to what she wanted, but he controlled her passion. It was better than just lying there and waiting for the guy to fumble around, pump a few times and come, then ask if it was good for her. Most of the guys she’d dated didn’t know how to pleasure a woman, so she had to take care of it herself. Not with Mike. He found that magical unicorn spot that no man knew how to find.
She had never come so fast or easily before. Even with her own hand, it took a while. With Mike, it had been within moments, his large wide fingers filling her deliciously. It had been a tight fit with one. It had been a while, but her walls had eagerly accommodated him. When two had been inside of her, there was a slight burn from the stretch, but she welcomed it.
As Mike stood up, Destiny scooted to the foot of the bed showing him rather than telling him what she wanted. And she knew just where to start. She had been dying to see it since she felt it as she ground against it. Destiny assumed he was proportionate all the way around. Time to find out.
She tore at his pants, wanting to see all of him. She still wore her dress around her waist, uncaring. It was his body she wanted to see. To taste him like he did her. Mike didn’t stop her as she opened his pants with as much vigor as a kid at Christmas and a present was laid out in front of her. And judging by the strain of his jeans, it was going to be big. Her sex clenched just thinking about it filling her.
His cock sprang out as soon as she freed him from his pants. It was bigger than she first thought. Long and broad. A fat plump red head at the tip that reached to almost his belly button. If she were a virgin, she’d fear it splitting her in two. But she was far from a virgin and instead stared at it in wonder.
She gave him a cursory stroke, learning the feel of him. She heard Mike suck in breath at her gentle touch, making her smile. A bead of cum leaked from the tip. She leaned forward and swiped it with her tongue. Mike let out a string of curses before his hand gripped the back of her head. Not painful or commanding, but like he needed something to hold onto.
It was a heady feeling knowing the power she held over this giant man at the moment. Scooting to the edge of the bed and pulling Mike closer by the hips, Destiny widened her mouth as much as she could and sucked him deep.
She kept the pressure light, exploratory as she learned what he liked. Destiny wouldn’t say she was great at blowjobs, but given Mike’s reaction and noises, she wasn’t bad either. He held himself ramrod stiff as she bobbed forward and back dragging her tongue along the sensitive head.
It was a stretch for her mouth and she barely could take in half of him, but he didn’t seem to mind. She used her hands for the rest of him, needing both of them to cover his full length.
“Fuck I’m going to…Destiny stop…so good,” he whispered harshly, unable to complete a sentence. She loved it, so she didn’t stop. She wanted him to lose control. Destiny had a feeling it didn’t happen often.
His fingers tightened in her hair, grabbing a fistful, and his hips started pulling back like he was going to force her to stop. Not a chance. She gripped both of his hips and sucked harder, wanting him to break, but she didn’t account for how determined he was. When pulling back didn’t work he just picked her up under her armpits and tossed her back on the bed. It happened so fast it left her a little stunned. She kept forgetting how freakishly strong he was.
By the time she brushed the hair out of her face and pushed herself up on her elbows Mike was already stripping out of his clothes. Yeah, she liked where this was headed. She stared, transfixed for a moment at all that brawny muscle in front of her. Destiny had never been into the bodybuilder type, but with Mike she definitely appreciated it.
Her eyes drank him in. All those tight shirts only hinting at the sinew of muscles they caged. Ropes and ropes of muscles, but he didn’t look big and bulky. On his frame, it was perfect. Not a bodybuilder with too much muscle that didn’t have a neck just a head onto of shoulders. Her hands itched to touch all of him. To learn every curve and crevice.
Her gaze raked down past the six-pack abs to the small patch of hair that led to his engorged cock that glistened from her saliva. His cock stood hard and erect as if reaching for her. She started pulling her dress off, but Mike shook his head. Now she was confused. She thought they were going to make love.
Mike grabbed her ankle and pulled her back toward the foot of the bed, her dress sliding up to the middle of her back revealing her little black thong. She had chosen it carefully, hoping the night might head in this direction. Good thing she shaved tonight, too. Nothing killed a mood faster than hairy, scratchy legs. Or an overgrown bush.
