by Jessa Eden
Freshly shaved skin…yummy! I felt his hands spread over the small of my back. Leaving one hand there, the other slid up my back and found the back of my head. His fingers curled into my long hair and brought my head more forcefully to his.
We kissed until I felt I was breathing his breath and we broke apart, panting against each other. His hands began to massage my scalp, his eyes fierce and primal, “Go lock the door, Darlin’…I think things are gonna get real wild.”
I nodded and started to scoot off his lap. He grabbed me again and threw his mouth hotly against mine. His tongue was like the rest of him, thick and strong. He pulsed it in my mouth like he was fucking me. My body opened more screaming Yes please! More please! With a twist of Oh my God!
It was a little while longer before I slid to my feet, my knees as wobbly as a newborn colt’s.
“I’ll just go lock the door and you make yourself comfortable,” I breathed out awkwardly.
He just nodded and watched as I stumbled off in the general direction of the front door. I tried to think coherently, my mouth flavored with the taste of him. I pulled the keys out of my pocket and tried to remember which key locked the front door.
M:
I hadn’t meant to grab her, but how much was a guy supposed to resist? Her little dance had torched my last bit of resistance.
I’d said her name, thinking I would dissuade her from going any further. But as soon as it left my mouth, I knew we were both in trouble. The expression on her face was heart-stopping. She basked in such a simple thing, like her name. I envied that.
My hand was reaching for her, before I could even think it through.
She’d watched intently as I dragged her hand down my face. She’d played with my lips and I heard her suck in her breath as I had sucked on her fingers.
She’d gotten serious for a moment there and that was cool. I had no idea what was happening either, but I was fuckin’ enjoying it.
E~
God, what was I doing? I hadn’t ever even been daring enough to fantasize about something like this.
“Get a hold of yourself, Emma…are you really gonna do this?” I asked myself. There are just some moments where you have more courage than others. I quickly made the bold decision to go wherever this evening was headed.
“You are a sexy, vivacious woman,” I reminded myself as my confidence started to waiver.
“Who cares if it’s been a long time?” I didn’t want to analyze this. There would be plenty of time later for that. Right now, I just wanted to experience the deliciously hot Micah.
I managed to find the right key and a satisfactory click told me the deed was done. I grappled with the shades to give us some privacy. I noticed the light dimmers by the blind chords and dimmed most of the lights to low, but left it a little brighter at my station.
I made my way back to Micah. He sat in the chair, shadowed by the darkened room, but I could feel his intense energy reeling me in, taking me somewhere I hadn’t been before. That energy swirled around me and I let wildness overtake me. I took the clip out of my hair, letting it flow down my back and I dropped to my knees. I began crawling in feline fashion, letting the untamed energy flow through my body. I could feel it surge as I held Micah’s stare. My hips and back moved in exaggerated fashion, my hair swung in fierce motion as I arrived at his seat.
I stood up as I pressed my body against the chair. His hands came around my waist and lifted me back on his lap effortlessly.
M:
Her little cat-walk across the floor made my cock grow painfully hard against my jeans. I could hardly contain myself as she approached the chair.
I scooped her up quickly. She smiled at me as she landed on my lap. Emma put her hands around my neck and began placing kisses on my collar bone. They were delicate kisses, each one deliberate. I felt something tugging on my heart, but I just ignored it and buried my face in her chest. Emma wrapped her arms around me and I enjoyed the softness of her tits.
She slowly began to move up and down. My dick started to get impatient. He wasn’t used to waiting. I wanted her to feel what she was doing to me. I ground my hips into hers. I pushed her up and down several times, until she was moaning continuously.
She arched her back and ground herself hard into me. I could feel her trying to satisfy herself. She me looked at me then, her expression lusty.
“That’s some pair of pants you have there...do they come packaged like this or do you have to order them special?” she giggled at her own joke…which I found adorable.
I grinned at her hungrily, “Tonight, they’re just for you. It’s your magic that’s making them do this special trick,” I teased back.
“Wow! My very own magic pants,” she exclaimed, playing along.
“What’s a girl to do with these special pants?” she asked in feigned innocence.
“Darlin, you’re going to get all the magic in these pants,” I promised.
E~
I’d landed with an oomph on his lap and laughed a little, trying again to believe this was really happening. His thick thighs radiated power and he had some serious mojo in his jeans. I could feel it when he bucked his hips against me. I moaned as I felt his strength. That man could reach into a woman and make her feel full and satisfied.
“Let’s get naked,” I ordered playfully.
“Anything you want Darlin'”
“I’ll go first,” he volunteered.
“Well, how gentlemanly of you,” I complimented. I was eager to see all he had to offer. He stood up and I took a seat. This was gonna be a showstopper. He didn’t waste much time as his clothes quickly fell off.
He was all chiseled and hard, like he walked off the pages of Playgirl. His stomach was ripped, with an elongated waist. His powerful upper body was matched by long legs and powerful thighs. He was most definitely built for naughty worship. He knew this as he grinned at me.
I didn’t doubt that many women had prayed at his altar. He was truly impressive. He was someone a girl could get completely wild with and fantasize about it years later.
My eyes flickered down further and feasted on the size and fullness of Micah’s penis. His cock jutted out proudly, with a nice, big head. I sucked in my breath and realized I was right…Micah was going to leave me a very satisfied woman.
Chapter 5
M:
“You’re yummy!” she professed enthusiastically.
That was a first.
“Yummy?” I repeated dumbly.
“Yeah…yummy!” she said unapologetically.
Emma grinned at me as I just shook my head.
She popped up from the chair and ran her hands down my torso and stopped just before she touched my cock.
“I just had to see if those abs were real,” she teased.
“Are you satisfied?” I asked
“Not yet….My turn!” she declared happily.
“Are you ready?” she continued playfully.
“Yep. Bring it on, Darlin’”
Emma threw off her shirt and discarded her skirt in record time.
She stood there in her pink Hanes underwear and a black frumpy bra…not at all what I had been expecting. She still made my blood hot, but it took some effort to not chuckle at her outfit. I was used to women who always wore the latest from Victoria’s Secret.
She had an adorable little stomach pouch and amazing skin that I was eager to touch. Her thighs were full and strong and definitely belonged wrapped around my waist.
“Yeah. I know…” She said as she read my amused expression, “but I wasn‘t exactly expecting anything this exciting today.” she said irreverently and smiled good naturedly as she pointed to her bra and panties.
“I bet you‘re really diggin‘ this.” She wiggled her eyebrows at me and snapped her bra strap.
God, she was fun.
“What I’d really like to do is get you outta that bra.”
“Yeah? Well, first you gotta catch me.”
She took off acro
ss the room. It took me a second, but my hunter DNA kicked in and I quickly followed her across the salon.
I was quickly distracted by her lovely ass and jiggling tits in the sorry black bra.
She giggled as she dodged me around the shop and I found myself laughing along with her. Emma hopped up on a chair and launched herself at me. She squealed in delight as I caught her and she wrapped her arms and legs firmly around me.
“You’re one solid boy….all this muscle,” she cooed as she felt my back.
“I like the way you feel, too,” I admitted as I felt her whole body pressed passionately against mine. My cock leapt, straining to be a part of the party.
I kissed her then, quickly at first. Then I slowed it down, letting my tongue work her over. She moaned in my mouth.
“I love the way you kiss,” she said as I let her up for air.
I lowered her slowly to the ground. My fingers found the back of her bra and I unhooked it quickly.
“Ooh…that’s a nifty trick,” she said as her bra gave way. She backed up and took her arms out of it and threw it across the room.
Her boobs were magnificent, full and round, with the nipples sticking straight out. I enjoyed watching them jiggle as she threw her bra off. My cock agreed wholeheartedly and I felt precum ease out of the head.
Emma wiggled her toes and looked at me shyly.
“You’re beautiful, Darlin’,” I said sincerely.
“Really?” There was such trust and hope in her eyes.
“Yeah, really. Get up on that counter.”
She complied and jumped up eagerly.
“Oh, this is going to be so much fun!” She clapped her hands together, like she was getting on a carnival ride.
E~
It was fun to play with Micah. I was really having the best time.
I grinned at him, and wondered what I should do to him next.
He smiled back all jovial and sweet… but that primal energy roared through him and he was all over me in an instant.
He bit my shoulder softly as his hand cupped me between my legs.
I moaned in surprise.
He trailed kisses up my neck and whispered in my ear,
“Things are gonna get serious, now.”
“Okay,” I agreed breathlessly.
“Spread your legs more, Darlin.”
His big, meaty paw found its way into my panties as he kissed me. I threw my head lightly against the mirror behind me as he stroked my clit. “Uuuhh…”
For such a big man, he had a gentle touch. He stuck one finger inside me as he continued to softly rub my clit.
I watched him concentrate on his naughty task. It was a sight to behold.
He closed his eyes and worked on instinct. He seemed to be listening to my body and moved his finger accordingly.
I moaned again, enjoying this gentle pleasure.
“Micah, so serious,” I commented as two of his fingers glided into me.
I could imagine him as a Viking warrior, all studly and fearsome. I would welcome him home after a long day of pillaging and conquering. He’d be all horny and want to devour me….similar to what he was doing now.
Yeah, that would most definitely work for me.
“Micah, the fierce,” I announced as my mind continued to play out the Viking fantasy.
“That would be a stellar warrior name for you…are you Micah, the fierce?” I asked lightly, teasing him.
He smiled absently, his attention still on my nether parts. I admired his concentration.
“You look like you’ve won a battle a time or two.”
I could see him protecting others, putting himself on the line in some way.
“I bet your family’s very proud of you,” I said off-handedly as more pleasure lapped at my senses.
“I don’t have any family.” he said flatly.
He looked at me then, his eyes unguarded. There was a sadness there, a loneliness he seemed determined to live with.
“You‘ve experienced a lot of shit in your life, haven‘t you?” I asked as my instinct kicked into gear.
His fingers stopped moving inside me as he gave me a look of utter shock. That little boy look flashed across his face again.
“Yeah...” he whispered in disbelief.
He stood up then and backed up a little, looking disoriented. I gave him a minute as we both got our bearings around this strange twist of events.
My heart went out to him. That kind of loneliness is a bitch to live with.
I smiled warmly at him, wanting to make it better.
I reached out and put my hand on his heart, “You’re safe with me, Micah.”
He simply nodded and swallowed hard.
I could see that we had wandered into dangerous territory. Micah looked ready to bolt.
“Wanna hear a joke my nephew told me?” I asked hopefully.
He nodded half-heartedly.
So I told him this joke:
“One Friday morning, a teacher came up with a novel way to motivate her class. She told them that she would read a quote and the first student to correctly identify who said it would receive the rest of the day off.
She started with, ‘This was England's finest hour.’ Little Suzy instantly jumped up and said, ‘Winston Churchill.’
‘Congratulations,’ said the teacher, ‘you may go home.’
The teacher then said, ‘Ask not what your country can do for you.’
Before she could finish this quote, another young lady belts out, ‘John F. Kennedy.’
‘Very good,’ says the teacher, ‘you may go.’
“Irritated that he has missed two golden opportunities, Little Johnnie says, ‘I wish those girls would just shut up.’
Upon overhearing this comment, the outraged teacher demanded to know who said it. Johnnie instantly rose to his feet and said, ‘Bill Clinton. I'll see you Monday.’”*
Micah’s eyes lit with amusement as I delivered the end of the joke.
“Oh my God…that’s funny!” I said loudly as laugher exploded out of me. I saw Micah’s shoulders shake and I heard a deep snickering as I got lost in my own.
“Do you get it?!….Bill Clinton…” I got overwhelmed with another fit of laughter as I tried to repeat the punch line. Micah’s chuckle mingled with mine as I bent over in hilarity. He put his hand on my back and bent forward as well as the giggles overtook him. That made me laugh harder.
A harmony of giggles erupted continuously as we both tried to repeat the joke to each other.
I saw Micah wipe his eyes. “I don’t think I’ve laughed that hard in a long time,” he said when he could speak. His eyes were all dewy and sparkly, like he was having a good time with me.
“Well I’m just glad I got the punch line right.”
“You know, I don’t think I’ve ever told a joke mostly naked before,” I said innocently.
“Yeah, how is it that you still have clothes on?” he asked as his eyes narrowed in on me.
“I don’t know…wanna do something about it?” I challenged seductively.
“Oh yeah,” he promised.
I could see his swagger was back…hello, good time.
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Thank you for taking the time to read my fun tale. This fun couple will do the dirty deed in the next chapter, so please look for their next adventure!
Micah and Emma’s story continues with:
Micah, The Fierce Nails Emma, The Brave (Pt. 2)
Micah, The Fierce Dominates Emma, The Brave (Pt. 3)
Micah, The Fierce Aches For Emma, The Brave (Pt. 4)
I would love to hear your feedback and you can reach me at [email protected] or check out my Facebook page at Jessa Eden. I would love to hear about what you would like to see happen between Emma and Micah.
Other titles by Jessa Eden to check out
The Whore’s Consummation
The Unraveling of Claire Devereaux
*Thank you to whoever wrote this joke, I thoroughly enjoyed it.
