Not to deter him from his passionate touches, I rock my hips and let my eyes roll back in my head. Giving into passion, he plays my body like a fine tuned instrument, further igniting my libido. Erupting like an inferno, my blazing desire escalates when his hands rest on my hips. It suddenly dawns on me that his lips have slowed and are inching closer my tattoo. A tattoo I’ve completely forgotten until now. I tense up as I look down into his eyes. Gently, he traces his finger around it, but careful not to touch it. He is so sweet as he delicately places a kiss over top. No words, no questions…he let it go…and I was so thankful.
Enjoying the feel of his hands, I close my eyes and let out a whispered moan. “Oh Micah, you have no idea how much I have missed you. No idea at all.”
He responds by tightening his grip on my hips, breathing heavy. Looking intently, all I see in his face the minute his eyes search mine is heartfelt sorrow. “Baby,” he raises his eyes to meet mine. “I’ve missed you more, need you more. I have to touch and taste you, take you to the moon and back, baby.” Tracing the elastic of my shorts, he pulls them down my legs. Inch by slowly aching inch until they reach my ankles. I step out of them, kicking them across the room. Harder than I needed to, but hell, they were in my way of getting what I want.
He laughs, watching the path where my shorts ended up. Raising his sparkling baby blues back to mine, his smile disappears, and raw lust flares in his eyes. “Damn, look at you baby.”
Must be my red lacy thong. I just pulled out a random pair after my shower, without a clue that this would be happening tonight. Right now I’m thanking my lucky stars I grabbed a sexy pair leaving my granny pairs for another night.
“Going to taste you now, pretty girl.” His voice sexy as hell. He traces a path with his tongue along the elastic of my thong. Micah’s foreplay is one for the record books. He is setting my body on fire with just his tongue. He has not even touched me where I need him the most, but damn when he does, I will detonate for sure.
It’s been a life long dream to be with him again like this. My body has yearned for him, and ached to remember.
Using his thumbs, he runs them along each side of my panties. Up and down he’s inching his thumbs closer to my now drenched core. I’m moaning so loud, my neighbors might hear me, but he couldn't seem to care less. He’s taking his sweet time running his nose back and forth as his fingers reach over and rip my red lacy thong to shreds. Damn, my favorite pair.
Not wasting another minute, he throws it over his head. I’m fully exposed to him now. Smooth and glistening wet.
“Oh, baby, wet and beyond beautiful. Elsa, all shaved up. Wow, that’s perfection.” Leaning forward, he breathes in my essence.
Jesus, I’m holding my breath and I’m about to combust. I’m beyond ready, and aching to have him touch me. While holding onto his shoulders, I eagerly open my legs wider, granting him access to the place made just for him.
Parting my lower lips with his thumbs, he flattens his tongue against my aching clit. He does it all the while looking deeply into my eyes.
“Oh, my God!” Stretching to my tippy toes, I dig my nails into his shoulders. I’m so close to having an earth shattering orgasm. Each tremble brings with it a set of violent shivers, that start at the tip of my spine and end at tip of my toes. His tongue ignites a torch in my belly, blazing a path of fire throughout my body. Each swipe of his tongue brings on mewls that come from my soul. I begin shouting out his name and rolling my hips against his mouth at the same time. The more he laps, the wetter I seem to get, my juices are slowly dripping down my legs. My essence erupts into his mouth and he greedily consumes it. This erotic, most private exchange is like a drug, one I can’t help wanting more of.
Micah aggressively responds. He’s way more intense now holding me in a stronger hold, driving his tongue in and out of my core. He takes long, urgent licks in between driving thrusts and my hips rock, begging for more. Not wanting to lose his hold on me, his strong hands cup my ass, his fingers press into my skin to the point that they will no doubt leave marks.
My overly wet center is pressed against his wanting mouth and needy tongue. The slight bite of pain sends me into oblivion as his teeth pierce my enlarged clit. Stars shoot behind my clenched eyes, and I nearly collapse on top of him. But Micah doesn’t waver, he steadies me as his mouth devours all of my sweetness.
Barely able to open my eyes, I stumble, falling into his waiting arms. He stretches his fingers lacing them together. The evidence of my arousal glistens on his chin as his blue eyes twinkle. His hot smile is enough to set me on fire again. Not wanting to waste a minute, I lean forward open my mouth like I’m going to kiss him, but instead, I lick my way from his chin to his greedy lips.
My tongue relishes in the remnants of my pleasure. Turning me on even more. I take ownership of his lips. Nipping and licking, forcing my way on top of him, I’m now in his lap, pushing him back to the floor. His hands rest on my hips as I give him my version of a lap dance. Gyrating my hips in big circles, I grind down right on his erection that is no doubt dying to come out and play. I swivel my body like I have an imaginary stripper pole in front of me.
Soft moans escape his lips. “Elsa, baby.”
“Ssshhh.” I say, not wanting him to distract my concentration. I’m not sure how women do this for a living.
Slowly he goes to lower his zipper…smiling as he does and my eyes light up. Now we are getting somewhere. Pulling him up with me, we lower his zipper together. Pushing his hand away, I take over, wanting to strip him. I lower his jeans and draw out deep, lustful moans from his throat. Desire pools in the depth of his baby blues as they gaze over in pure ecstasy.
His growl is low and sexy. “Pretty girl, I’m not going to last if you keep toying with me. As much as I love your flirtatious side, I’m dying here. I need your body now, deep, and fucking hard. The second time around…we can take it slow and sweet.” A grimace of pain etches on his face when he cups his enlarged cock in his hand.
Lowering my gaze from his pained eyes to his hand, a whimper escapes my throat. “Let me take care of you,” I say cupping my hand over his. Easing his hold, he drops his hand, replacing it with mine. His jeans were first, but soon his boxers follow as I lower them down his legs. He swiftly kicks them near my panties across the room. Micah’s erection is standing tall and proud, and I sweep my tongue over his slit to taste the bead of pre-cum that glistens.
“Ah, I won’t make it two seconds if you do that, El. Fuck, you have no idea, how long I’ve wanted your lips wrapped around me.” On his tippy toes, Micah slides his hands through my hair.
“Ssshhh, we got all night, baby.” I say as I hold the back of his thighs in a firm hold. “This is about you and me, and tonight is all about us reconnecting.” Nice and steady, I take a long lick from root to tip.
“Sweet Jesus,” Micah’s trembling all over. Cupping my head, he tilts his hips forward. “God, Elsa just please take me in your mouth.”
So, I do.
His soft, sweet words are even more earth shattering with the way his lips part and his head tilts back. I’ve never seen Micah look more beautiful as he does right now. Not waiting another minute, I take him all the way to the back of my throat, struggling not to gag. Instead of taking him an inch at a time, I took him fast, frantically breathing through my nose. I refuse to ruin this moment with gagging or worse yet—throwing up.
“El, if you don’t want me to cum in your mouth,” his legs shaking along with his voice. “Pull out now!”
I don’t listen or answer him. Instead, I straighten myself on my knees, holding onto his thighs tighter allowing myself to relax and suck him back knowing his release is coming. No longer unsure, he cups my head guiding my mouth precisely where he wants it. Thrusting his hips with urgency, he’s hissing through his teeth, moaning my name in a deep tone.