When had it started snowing again?
…the brush of Graham’s knuckles against his lower stomach as he gently unfastened Micah’s pants, the soft firmness of his lips as he continued to lay kisses on Micah’s fevered skin.
His mind fragmented when his hard flesh was suddenly wrapped in Graham’s strong hands, his strokes performed with the perfect pressure and pace. “Uuhh…” Micah gasped shakily and gouged the carpet. A sharper gasp caught in his throat as Graham used his soft, wet tongue to tenderly torment. “Yes…uuhh…oh, God…”
“Baby, you taste so good,” Graham moaned against his throbbing shaft. He slowly licked the full length—then took him into his mouth.
“Uh!”Micah cried out and clawed the carpet threads. A fierce tremor surged through his body as his hips arched. The room spun around him, making him feel both dizzy and weightless. “Uuh—God…that feels so good…so good, baby…oh, my God…”
Graham took his time, his mouth strong and tender as he sucked Micah’s member deep into his throat over and over, his gentle pumping rhythm thrusting Micah closer and closer to that sweet abyss of release.
His loins knotted, and stomach clenched.He was so close.Every muscle in his body began to lock up as his breath broke out of him in short, ragged puffs. His hands went to Graham’s head, fingers twisting through his strands. The back of his head dug into the carpet as his hips started to rock and thrust. “Uuhhh! Graham…oh God…I’m so close, baby—so close…don’t stop…please don’t stop…”
Moaning deeply, Graham curled his arms around Micah’s thighs and stroked him a little faster, sucked him a little harder.
Micah choked on a loud cry and rolled his hips, meeting Graham’s mouth stroke for stroke. Tears burned his eyes as the orgasm coiled in his groin, his emotions suddenly crashing through him in engulfing waves. “Graham!”he wailed, sobs clogging his throat. He clutched the man’s hair in sheer desperation, shouted out loud and buried himself in his tight throat—and released.
His body jerked and shuddered as he cried and gasped and gave his lover every ounce of his passion, desire, andlove.
Graham trembled beneath his touch as he continued to stroke him, drawing out every last bit of him. Micah panted shakily, tears dripping down his temples and into his hair. His fingers slowly unlocked, loosening their grip on Graham’s hair.
“Baby…”Graham shuddered and slid up over Micah’s shaking body, kissing him deeply. His arms pushed under and around Micah, crushing him in a powerful embrace as their kiss strengthened, bringing fresh tears to both their eyes. “Oh, Micah…” he whispered unsteadily against his lips. He swallowed thickly and pushed into the kiss again as he gently rolled his hips against Micah’s heavy member—Graham’s own hunger strong and wanton.
Micah swallowed a couple times and cleared his throat. He flattened his palms on Graham’s hot, flushed face and caressed his fevered cheeks—damp with tears. A sudden shiver rippled through Micah and he lifted to Graham, moving to his rhythm, aching forthisbe the moment they becameone.But Patience was a virtue—or so he heard—and waiting until tonight would make it so much sweeter and more fulfilling.
“You are the most amazing man I’ve ever known,” Micah whispered through tender kisses. He gently pushed Graham over onto his back and gazed down at him, a small smile forming as he ran his hand down Graham’s body and massaged him through his jeans. He kissed him on the lips and murmured with a light tremor, “Myturn.”
∞∞∞
It had been months since Graham was with another man. The last relationship he’d abandoned was almost a year ago, just after his father had returned—bringing the past to the forefront of Graham’s mind. There had been no one since then. Three months ago, when the walls came crumbling down and he let his father into his heart and his life—and his dad began to speak of Micah in nearly every conversation—he hadn’t wanted to be with anyone but Micah.
Lying here with Micah now, it was a miracle he’d been afraid to believe in. Yet, here they were, sharing every part of themselves without reservation and without fear. He knew much of Micah’s story through his father, whom Micah had opened up to that Christmas Eve’s night in the little diner. Like Graham, Micah had suffered his own fears and uncertainties which caused him to be alone most of his life. And somehow, they had found each other.
By divine intervention. By the hand of God.
Ecstasy ebbed the edges of Graham’s mind, drawing him away from his thoughts and into thismomentwith Micah. Whimpers and cries tumbled from his lips as Micah’s warm, skillful mouth lifted him to heights of passion that gave him wings and carried him away.
When he began to drown in that passion—the ecstasy too much to contain—his shouts echoed through the large house, reverberating off the walls and ceiling, as he let go and surrendered everything—his heart, his mind, his soul, and body—to Micah.
Moments later, he and Micah lay wrapped in one another’s arms, bodies trembling, lips touching.
The breeze outside picked up and pummeled the house, whipping snow against the window panes. The two men looked at each other. Graham mapped Micah’s warm face with the tip of his finger. “Maybe we should stay in tonight,” he whispered through a soft kiss. “Go out another time.” He trailed his fingertip across Micah’s lower lip then kissed him again. “Make plans for New Year’s Eve, perhaps?”
Micah nodded and pressed closer, kissing his throat. The light stubble, hardly sprouting along his jawline and chin, brushed Graham’s sensitive skin, conjuring shivers all over his body. His arousal renewed a little more with each kiss Micah laid on his throat, each “scrape” of his beard stubble, the caresses of his strong hands. He had no resistance to Micah and if he kept this up…
“How soon do you have to go home?” Graham asked with a rasp. His hands moved up and down Micah’s bare back, fingers burrowing beneath the rear loosened band of his unfastened pants. He quivered as he slowly pushed his hands deeper, his palms cupping Micah’s firm cheeks that flexed beneath his touch.
Micah pressed his face against his neck, shuddered groans forcing out of him as Graham gently squeezed his ass and pulled their bodies closer together. “Soon.” He swallowed thickly, his breath like a sweltering tropic breeze wafting across his skin. “Too soon.”
Summoning all his strength of will, Graham withdrew his hands and kissed Micah long on the mouth, breaking away with a shaky gasp. “Then go,” he whispered. “The sooner you go, the sooner you’ll be back. And besides…” He shoved his head to Micah’s brow, his heart flip-flopping in his chest. “…if you don’t go now…I won’t be able to let you go at all.”
