“Oh fuck me El, I’m going to cum.” He raises up on the tips of his toes, blowing out a rush of air through his gritted teeth.
Cupping his balls, I moan, suck and swirl my tongue, taking all he has to give me.
“Ohhh fucckkkkk yeesssss.Yes.Yes.”
His release surges with a trail of his hot essence that streams down my throat. Closing my eyes, I swallow what he offers as he caresses my head with his fingers. Tiny breaths of pleasure leave his lips. And he seems so at ease and relaxed. Me? Not so much. Pleasuring Micah to the point he climaxes was beyond fulfilling, but my need is burning.
Standing, I take ownership of his lips letting our tongues duel, and taste each others desires. We nip, suck and moan to the point that our lips will definitely be bruised when we finish. And that won’t be for a long while. The fire in the pit of my stomach blazes, and the burn is spreading like wildfire.
As our lips briefly part, Micah’s voice is urgent. “Oh my God, I need to bury myself in you. Let me come home, pretty girl. Let me remember what home feels like.”
I’m more than ready. “Yes, Micah. Come home.” I whisper sucking his lower lip into my mouth.
MICAH WALKS ME backward until the back of my legs hit the bed. With one arm around my hip, he reaches past me, and in one swift move, the covers fly off my bed. I can’t help giggling. It’s as if we’re carefree, like back in high school. Both of us share a nervous laugh, but once I’m laying there, all of my nerves and laughs vanish. As I lay sprawled out on the bed, Micah’s eyes feast on my body. The wait is finally over. I invite him home.
My nerves infiltrate my deep desire when I notice Micah reach in his jeans for a condom. Memories flash in my mind and I freeze. My eyes go wide as saucers, remembering the result of our condom failing the first time and I’m living in my own hell at the moment. I’m mentally freaking out, trying to protect my heart and Micah’s as well. He has a right to know, the question is when? Covering my mouth, a tear or two escapes my eyes.
He intently watches the flow of my tears before a look of worry washes over his angelic face.
“Baby, what’s wrong?” The condom wrapper he’s holding is half torn open in his hand.
My mind swimming, and my head is moving side to side. Great, what do I do now? “Oh, it’s just—all of a sudden it’s as if we’re back in your room. So many memories.” I let my words trail off, not sure how to finish that thought. I want this moment, and I hate myself for reacting this way right now. I need this, so my tears have to stop or else I’ll ruin it.
Leaning forward, his finger wipes a stray tear. “You need to be reminded what it feels like to be loved by me, pretty girl. I worship you Elsa, always have. If your dad had told me how to get in touch with you, I would have.” The desperation in his eyes tell me he’s telling the truth. All the possibilities of what could have been flashed before my eyes.
That is why my story will have to wait for a more appropriate time, not when I’m about to reconnect with the love of my life. I have a failsafe anyway, I’m on the pill. When I tell Micah about our baby, I’ll make him understand why I waited to tell him.We need this moment, we need tonight. The minute he brought up my parents, my mind got angry. Tomorrow, I’m going to pay them a visit. Messing with my life again, proves one thing, they don’t give a shit about me. They of all people knew how important Micah was to me. They should have told me, given me the choice to see him or not. Once again, they took that choice away from me. Well, this shit has to end.
He is watching me carefully, just being patient, wiping my tears and placing kisses on my shoulder. Leaning into him, a long sigh parts my lips. “I have things I need to tell you. Soon, but I can’t right now.” Pulling back he looks in my eyes, searching maybe wondering what I need to tell him, but right now he’s not asking. He’s nodding like he understands. Our eyes stay locked on one another as he laces our fingers together and raises our arms above my head. He’s holding me to him, using his body to worship my trembling one. Micah nuzzles my neck, and he licks my jaw beckoning for my lips.
“I can’t hold back El, I need you now.” Blowing his hot breaths against my body, he finishes with the condom. In record time, Micah is sheathed, lining himself up and inching his way in while he stretches his whole body above mine. His face rests over mine, and his eyes are commanding. Withdrawing just enough, the next push is more urgent, more forceful and finally he’s all the way home.
My erratic pants are hard to control. The sting of being stretched and adjusting to the fullness of him, takes me to the edge bordering on pain, but there is so much pleasure. I can’t help but close my eyes tight. I’m deepening my breaths, controlling the painful sensations to absorb all of his pleasure.
I faintly hear Micah’s sweet pleadings in my ear. “Baby look at me. I need you to look at me.”
Feeling him, and hearing him is my slice of heaven. My lips drift open at the same time my eyes do. And we gaze into one another’s eyes as he gently slides back inside. The feeling of him sliding, in and out of me, filling and stretching me is so very hard to put into words.
“You feel so good. Elsa, no one has ever made me feel the way you do. No one ever held a candle to you, only you make me feel like this. It’s home baby—you’re my fucking home.” He whispers, kissing, licking and nibbling at my tender skin behind my ear.
When I said all the years ago, he was my soulmate, hell yes, I meant it. Who the hell says these things if they weren’t a part of your soul? Eyes glazed, totally in tune with one another, I take his hands in mine holding on tightly as I buck my hips upward, silently letting him know that I need him deeper.
“Hell yes baby, move with me. Come on pretty girl, show me how much you have missed me.” Each time he thrusts forward my moans increase. It’s pure heaven.
His enticing words have me on edge, and the urge to let loose is overwhelming.
I cry out. “It feels so good, Micah. I fucking lov…” I stutter, realizing what was naturally going to escape from my lips.
“Tell me Elsa. Tell me what I want to hear!” He’s tense, buried all the way inside of me. Holding my hands, he’s staring into my eyes, begging me to tell him what he already knows.
I’m scared, though. I bite my lip while shaking my head. I refuse to put words to what I know I feel. Can I open myself up even more than I already have?
“Come on baby, don’t make me screw it out of you.” I’m so close to tipping over the edge. Shit, he knows how close I am and he’s using it against me.
“Oh my God, please just don’t stop.” He’s not getting what he wants, so he has halted all action. I’m not sure how he’s able just to stop mid-action, but I’m about ready to take matters into my hands if need be. “You are so mean. You do realize I’ve taken care of myself for years and if I’m forced to, I can do it right now.” My slight laugh is cut short because Micah is not playing fair. He’s continuing to move, very, very slowly. The mischievous grin on his face, tells me he’s enjoying this little cat and mouse game.
Pulling out slightly, he starts to inch forward. Leaving only his tip inside, he freezes. His eyes are sparkling, yet the high eyebrow he’s glaring at me with, sends him in a fit of laughs.
“Tell me what I want to hear and I’ll give it to you. I’ll give it so good. You want that don’t you?” His smirk is just as adorable as he is. Too bad he knows it!
Rapidly blinking, I’m writhing trying to get any friction I can. “Yes,” I achingly moan, realizing I’ll get what I want if I just agree with him.
“Well then, let’s have it, sugar,” he says, daring me with an edge of cockiness. “I’m dying here, El. My dick wants to explode, and I’m exercising all the self-control I have left. But it’s fading, so just please, fucking tell me you love me. Goddamit El, please tell me. I need it. I need it so fucking bad. You own me, El, you’ve always owned me. Please baby, tell me. Tell me while I’m deep inside of you.” His dark piercing eyes beg me. Taking a few extra breaths, Micah slides in slow, making sure his chest glides touching my aching breasts. Eyes never leaving mine he’s using every part of his body, to anchor himself to me. And I give in, I will not deny what my heart wants.