That’s good, because I’m sure I look like a gaping fish right now as I focus on that maddening hand. Languid and slow is not something I was expecting tonight, and I find I’m…in need. Every time he moves higher, my breath stutters in my chest. I catch a whine in my throat when he moves away again. Why is he teasing me?
Finally, that hand pushes higher, taking my nightie with it. The cool air of the room drifts across my exposed bottom. Then his big, calloused hand traces down to cup and shape my cheek, squeezing and stroking. He groans, his body tightening. He reaches down, pulling my leg further over him, parting them and exposing my center. He pulls his chest away from me, and I immediately miss his warmth.
Before I can follow him, his teeth grab the neckline of my nightie and start pulling it down. I pull my top arm out of the thin strap, giving him more room to move. He groans in approval as he rubs his cheeks between my breasts. I have a brief moment of worry, a brief flash of Brent shaming me for the way my heavy breasts would press together, especially after I gained weight, but I forced the memory away. I don’t want him in this bed with me.
Besides, based on the noises Micah’s making as he tastes me, he has no complaints.
I’m already overloaded with sensation, but when I see his plump lips close over my pebbled nipple, and feel him draw me deep, my brain shuts off. The twin sensations of his fingers stroking closer and closer to my center, and his deep rhythmic pulls on my nipple become my whole world.
“Perfect,” he says hoarsely.
The way he’s making me feel is perfect. I clutch his head to my chest, lost in sensation, barely aware that he’s rolled me onto my back. His big figure looming over my frame startles me, but his warm brown eyes, so unlike Brent’s icy blue, keep me from getting lost.
“Ok?” he asks.
“Yes…please don’t stop.”
His wolfish smile makes my stomach clench. Eyes locked on mine, he slowly pulls my nightgown lower, down my stomach, over my mound, down my legs, and off, pressing worshipful kisses the whole way.
He stops to rub my feet, making me groan. My eyes widen as he sucks and bites at my toes, nervousness about being completely exposed to him forgotten. My legs had naturally closed as he pulled my negligee off, but now, he very deliberately places my feet on either side of his body, as he slowly crawls closer to my core.
I’m panting, watching in anticipation as he runs his hands up my legs, stopping at the top of my thighs, letting his thumbs play on the tender skin at the sides of my groin. “Soft,” he murmurs, the reverence in his tone loosening any tension left in my muscles. He lowers to his stomach between my legs, turning to kiss the inside of my knee, up the skin of my thigh. Then moves down to my other knee, and back up.
I push up onto my elbows, not wanting to miss a thing. “Brent never…um.”
His eyes sharpen on me, roaring with heat. “Only…me” he says savagely. Rising up over me, he takes my mouth in a blazing kiss full of appreciation. He pulls away, raising me up to tuck a pillow behind me. “Better…view,” he says with a wink.
It’s an amazing view. His broad, golden shoulders spreading my pale thighs wide. His dark head resting on my leg as he breathes in deeply. I have a moment of shyness, automatically trying to pull my legs together, but his low hiss stops me. His fingers are there suddenly, at my core, spreading me, exposing me to his gaze. And then his mouth is on me, sucking and licking and it’s overwhelming and amazing, and too much and not enough.
I’m dimly aware I’m moaning. I can’t stop the words from bubbling up as he draws my clit into his mouth and sucks. I rear up, stomach clenching, as I chase something big. “Micah, God, yes.”
His sounds of pleasure and encouragement spur me on, and when he gently pushes one, then two fingers inside of me, rubbing and twisting, I detonate.
I thought that riding his belly last week made me feel amazing, but this is so much better. Everything with Micah is better, and it makes me crave it all. Before I can drag him up, his mouth, which had been soothing and gentle as I shuddered through my orgasm, starts pushing me back up that cliff. “It’s too much…I…oh,” and I’m flying.
My whole body is shuddering, and I feel changed. Like the person I was before is gone. I slipped her skin and freed myself. Or maybe I let Micah free me. I’m dimly aware of him moving up my body, pressing gentle kisses on my sweaty skin on his way up, soothing me. Sweat cooling on my body makes me shiver, but I don’t even need to ask before Micah is pulling the comforter over us, wrapping me up in his arms, resting his forehead on mine. “I can smell me on you,” I whisper.
“Taste…amazing.”
Giving into an insane urge, I flick my tongue over his lips, then dive inside, tasting myself. Micah groans deeply, pulling me closer, pressing against me. I can feel the hard, heavy weight of him against my thigh, and the fire that I thought was banked ignites again. An echo of my orgasm shudders through me.
Pressing against his chest, I push him onto his back, feeling brave and new. I grab the waistband of his boxers. “Off. Now,” I demand, and with a quick quirk of his brow, he complies, pushing them off quickly, allowing his erection to slap against his stomach.
I reach out, stroking it firmly the way I know he likes it. I’ve gotten to know and love this part of Micah, too. No longer fearing the pain it could cause me, knowing that Micah would never hurt me.
Micah’s arm is thrown over his face, his throat working. He’s expecting me to keep stroking, making him come the way I have in the past, but I have other plans.
Because I’m tired of waiting.
The fear of taking him into my body, of being completely vulnerable with him, is gone. I don’t know if it’s gone forever, but I want to take advantage of this moment. And with the fear gone, the want, the need rages into its place.
Moving quickly, I toss off the comforter and throw my leg over his stomach, settling him against the weeping entrance to my body. I take a deep breath as I register his size. I researched this too, after the first night I touched him. Even with a man as big as Micah, we’ll fit.
I just might have to work at it.
Micah startles, his arms slapping the bed as he rears up. “Holly!” he bellows, chest heaving. His eyes are flying from the V of my body to my eyes and back again. “Sure?” he asks, swallowing.
Pulling him closer, with a hand on the back of his neck, I wait for his arms to wrap around me. “I’m sure. I want to feel you inside me.”
