"I need to go before the next full moon.”
If I hadn't been able to sense his emotions, his lust and frustration, I would have been pissed. I shifted back towards him and wrapped my arms around his neck. I was being so brazen that I hardly knew myself.
“There are two more weeks until then. I’d rather spend two weeks completely with you then always wonder what being with you would have been like.” My mouth made a trail of kisses up his neck, and he groaned and wrapped his arms around me again.
“This is a bad idea,” he muttered before kissing me until my vision swirled. It was like someone had unshackled his hands because he kissed me like a dying man. He pulled me back onto his lap and onto the hard cock beneath his sweats. Or like, my sweats. We still hadn’t been to town to pick him up new clothes. We weren’t the same size, but luckily I had a few items of men's clothing lying around, because that shit was comfortable. There's a reason we steal guys hoodies.
I slid my hand beneath the waistband of the sweats. “Does this mean I’m getting into my own pants?” I panted against his lips.
He chuckled, shaking his head. “If you can still think random thoughts, I’m not doing my job properly,” he growled and in one fluid movement, shifted us to the floor in front of the fireplace.
Fortunately, it wasn’t being occupied by Fred the dog. He was in my bed under the blankets.
All thoughts of anything but the man between my thighs, rapidly flitted away when he pushed up my shirt. I was still sitting on his lap, and I raised my arms as he pulled the whole lot over my head, and my bra was quickly thrown in a pile right alongside the rest of my clothes.
Micah stared at my boobs like they were a gift. He lifted his hands, cupping their weight in his hands and I was a little worried he might lose an eye, because my nipples were achingly hard right now.
He leaned forward and sucked one of them into his mouth and I nearly leapt off his lap. Holy shit. This was… amazing.
I should probably tell him I was a virgin right?
Yeah, I definitely should. After he finished doing that swirly thing with his tongue.
He switched to the other nipple, and I rolled my hips against his hard dick. I wanted those sweats gone, preferably into the fire for good.
He laid me back onto the rug, and caught my lips again. His dick kept grinding into my core and I was pretty sure I was going to come from just dry humping. But then he was kissing his way down my body and catching the hem of my jeans and just tugging them down. Bless the person who thought putting elastane in denim was a good idea. I was going to send them an Edible Arrangement or a Christmas card or…
Holy fuck. His thumb slid across my clit and I nearly folded in half. His other hand pressed against my hip as his mouth traveled down my body to join his hand between my thighs. He gently pressed my knees further apart with his shoulders and I forgot to be shy because he licked my slit with one, long stroke.
Holy fucking shit damn. I mean, I’d thought about writing the manufacturer of my vibrator several times in my life and thanking them profusely, but now I realized it pales in comparison to the real thing. You couldn’t fake the scrape of stubble of his cheek against my thighs, or the press of his fingertips on my hip. You definitely couldn’t fake the gentle sucking on my clit.
“Oh my god!” My voice sounded way too high. Then he chuckled on my clit and slid his fingers inside me and I came.
It. Was. Fucking. Glorious.
I panted, but he wasn’t done. His tongue moved down to my entrance, away from my swollen yet incredibly happy clit, and then he ate me like I was the last spoonful of berries in the bottom of the yogurt cup. And he’d just lost his spoon.
I threaded my fingers into his hair and gripped it for dear life. I was pretty sure I would take off, just float away, if I didn’t hang on. I came again and he moaned in a sound that was the very definition of male satisfaction.
He sat back up between my knees and looked down at me. “Why’d you have to be so fucking beautiful?”
I didn’t know how to answer that, but that was okay, because he was taking off his shirt and words weren’t overly necessary. He pushed down his sweats, leaning over to kiss me as he kicked them down his legs. Kind of impressive if you ask me.
I could feel his cock nudge at my pussy, and his kiss deepened, doing that pornographic interpretation of what his dick was about to do. And I wanted that so bad, it was an actual ache.
I tore my mouth away. “Micah,” I gasped.
He stilled completely, pulling back to look down at me, knitted brows replacing the lust that was there before. “Do you want to stop?”
I snorted, and it wasn’t sexy at all. “God no. But I do have to tell you that I might be, no I mean there's no might about it, I definitely am, I mean it’s a fake construct anyway and who cares-”
“Layla.”
Ugh. Here we go. “So, I’m a virgin and it's no big deal.”
He frowns slightly, his eyes staring into mine as if he could sense the lie. This was a big deal, it was only an emotional first. Physically? Goliath the Dildo had taken care of that years ago. A girl has needs, even if she wasn’t interested in the current generation of dickholes.
“Okay.” He rolled off me and my heart started to sink, but then he was pulling me on top of him. “It’s all up to you. Go as fast or slow as you want, I got you.”
See? Emotionally a big deal. I lifted myself up, but he stopped me. “Are you on contraception? I'm sorry that I, uh, didn’t think to ask before now.”
I nodded. “Yep, I’m on the pill, for medical reasons. You aren’t going to be all weird?”
He raised an eyebrow. “Because a grown woman wants to lose her virginity? What is this? The nineteenth century?” He teased. “I’m clean. We aren’t vulnerable to human STIs. But pregnancy is a possibility.”
My face was definitely flushing pink now, and the quickest way I knew how to end this conversation was to grab Micah’s dick, line it up with my entrance, and slide slowly down. And it was definitely a show stopper as he stretched me. I hissed a little, the feeling foreign, and Micah’s hands moved up to hold my hips. I spread my hands on his chest and let him lower me down inch by inch.
“You okay?”
I nodded because I was pretty sure my vocal chords were broken. Finally, I just slammed myself down. Like ripping off a bandaid, right? Our collective groans echoed around the living room.
“Yes,” I whispered.
Despite Micah’s proclamation about me being in control, he shifted my hips a bit, so my clit ground against him. The sound I made was nearly feral. I began to move, and holy shit. I got it now. Like, I wasn’t a stranger to an orgasm. But the things that Micah’s dick was doing, the way our bodies were moving together, that was something else. Something greater than sex.
My body was so primed, that when Micah’s hand moved to my clit, that was it. Wave after wave of pleasure ran across my body and I panted. He thrust up into me in short, sharp strokes as I rode out my orgasm.
I finally pried open my eyes and looked down at him. Fuck, he was so damn beautiful. And the way he was looking at me? That was something else. It made me feel exposed. Bared to the world.
“Fuck me, Micah.”
He growled low in his throat and flipped us one more time. He shifted my leg up over his shoulder and then pulled out, slamming himself home again.