I groan, letting the heat of Micah’s mouth consume me, finally not worrying about someone in the next room hearing us. Restlessly, I squeeze his shoulders, then trace my fingers back up his neck and into his hair. Pushing away the strands so I can watch how Micah’s eyes flutter closed as he takes me deeper.
He swallows, and this time, my knees buckle. I tumble forward, gasping like I’ve sprinted around the pasture. Only Micah’s hands, steady and firm on my hips, prevent me from falling.
“Fuck.” I gasp for air.
“Maybe later.” Micah grins, though he watches me closely, giving me a moment to catch my breath. His hands gently squeeze over my hips, then he pulls me onto the bed.
I land on my stomach, helping to rearrange my limbs, though it takes me some nerve to get on all fours.
Although it's Micah, I still feel uncomfortable being exposed like this. Wanton, almost vulgar. My erection bobs between my legs, my skin hot against the cool sheets, especially when I spread my legs.
Only Micah's hands, rubbing over my back and shoulders, slowly moving down to my ass, keep me from turning around.
A soft thrill tingles in my stomach, making me bite my lips—until Micah leans down, his lips brushing against the back of my neck. “Let me hear you.”
“You…haven’t even done anything yet,” I huff when, of course, I cannot keep my voice even despite what I just pointed out.
“I know.” He’s smiling; I can hear it, the way it makes his tongue curl differently around the words, how they're spoken more softly. It’s enough to make me shiver.
“But I want to know if I’m getting it right,” Micah whispers, the little puffs of his breath tickling down my spine as he kisses a slow path down. “Especially when I’m getting to…here.” He’s hovering over the small of my back, his hands settling in the crook of my hip.
It only lasts a moment—then his tongue touches the skin just above my crease, and all thoughts are blown from my mind. That little warm spot demands all my focus.
His breath tickles against the sensitive skin, raising goosebumps and sending a shiver up my spine.
I almost bite my lips again, but remember Micah’s request at the last moment and allow the gasp to slip out. For a second, I can feel Micah smile, then his hands slide up over the back of my thighs, slowly spreading me apart.
He slides his tongue down along my cleft and over my entrance.
Hot.
Wet.
Intimate.
It’s too much and not enough at the same time.
Micah licks at me again, leaving room for cool air to tickle against my skin. I shift, although all my muscles are coiled like springs, waiting for some unknown signal.
I gasp for breath when Micah's tongue presses against my hole with more intent.
Tension surges back, rippling outward like I'm a lake he threw a heavy stone into. I skip from gasping to moaning. Broken, involuntary noises that don't make any sense. There's no room for sense in me—only the feeling of Micah's tongue and lips and fingers.
His thumbs dig into my ass, close to my entrance, and—like he pushed a button I didn’t even know I had—my back arches.
My arms shake under the sudden weight, and I slide to my elbows, burying my face against the bed. My entire body has gone rogue, unsure what to do with it all because those aren't my lubed-up fingers, playing with myself, ready to shy away when it gets too much. This is someone else, touching me without any reservations.
As if to prove that point, Micah dives in again, pressing against the tight ring of muscles, and then hehums.
“Oh God, oh fuck!” I shout, uncaring about the noise. I can't, even if I wanted to. I need to breathe and get it all out somehow. The pressure intensifies, pulling at something deep inside of me.
“Relax.”Micah's voice travels through my skin rather than the air, tingling all the way to the top of my head. “I've got you.”
“Yes!Yes, oh God, Micah!” Anything else is lost between moans as his tongue returns to play with me. Pushing every now and then before treating me to long and lavish licks that make my head spin. I try to rock into his rhythm but can barely match it. And when I do, Micah changes his grip to hold me firmly in place. His tongue slides deeper, causing my entire body to shudder.
The most contradictory sensations are warring for dominance; hot and cold flashes rush across my skin in quick succession. Micah is devouring and treating me with so much care, all at the same time.
I can barely handle the surges of pleasure; each of them brings me to the verge of begging for it to stop before he retreats, and all of a sudden, I plead with him to give memore.
