by Heidi Lis
His smile is so infectious, it nearly steals my next breath. Shivers line my body, and he reaches for my hand, drawing our bodies together. “Come here, pretty girl. Just when I thought you were perfect, you prove that I’m fucking right. No one could ever hold a candle to my pretty girl.”
Not to ruin his mood, believe me, I could stay like this all night listening to him tell me how perfect he thinks I am…but! I still need to find the courage to tell him. Not sure he’ll think I’m so perfect then.
Holding up my hand, I reluctantly take a step back. “Micah, there is something I need tell you.” My eyes are big as saucers, and nervous as hell. Do I have the courage for this conversation?
Micah doesn’t respond with words, no, he strips his shirt off. Time for talking is indeed over. Inching closer, he’s holding out his hand for mine. As I take his hand, he doesn’t waste a second pulling me against him. My mind completely shuts off and I let my desires take over. Seeing him shirtless, only revs my engine and I’m left speechless. His time in the Air Force has been damn good to him. His body is beyond lean and trim with, muscles in all the right places. Not too many, but enough to make it into a magazine.
I’m a mess, and I forget all about the talk I need to have with him. Drinking in the sight of his sheer beauty gives me momentary amnesia, I don’t get to stare long because he takes the hem of my shirt and yanks it over my head. With my chest fully exposed, my nipples harden under his stare.
“My God, look at you,” he whispers, gazing at my naked chest. “You have grown into a stunning woman.” His excited moans fuel my lust-filled desires that are now catching fire and blazing out of control.
Looking at him half naked, short circuits my brain and my ability to breathe. After finding my voice, I nervously admit, “My body has had to make some changes over the past few years.” Okay, that is kind of telling him the truth. Since having Michael, my breasts have become fuller, more rounded you could say. My hips are definitely a bit wider, but thankfully, no stretch marks. Those nightly baby oil rubs worked wonders.
His moan lingers. “Well, whatever you did, you look fucking amazing.”
Oh shit, he has no idea what he’s saying.
Going down to kneel in front of me, he gingerly kisses his way down my body. A kiss, a lick, and a nibble an inch at a time. Paying particular attention to each breast, I can’t help moaning as I arch my body into his, eagerly awaiting mouth. Bracing myself, he keeps unleashing his brand of torture. To stay on my feet, I have to hold onto his shoulders for dear life. I’m so lost in this incredible feeling, I roll my head back rolling in waves of ecstasy.
His warm touches are soft, yet demanding. Kneading and tantalizing my breasts, he continues leaving a trail of scorchingly hot kisses that take me to new heights. Micah’s definition of foreplay is anything that will drive me insane. This little erotic scene is about to get even hotter. Micah pays homage to my belly button by swirling his tongue around it, dipping in a time or two. It’s a mildly weird sensation that has me squirming. I’m trying my damnest not to giggle.
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 re
st 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.
“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 w
ords.
“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.
