Chapter 9
Despite the deep connection between us, we aren’t swept away in a tidal wave of lust, unconscious of our surroundings or the nuts-and-bolts realities of having sex in a small space like the camper when one of us is injured.
I changed the sheets on the main bed first thing this morning, so after toeing off my shoes, I pull back the blankets. Micah closes and locks the door behind him before he bends over carefully to take off his shoes and socks.
I glance out the window to check on Molly, but the dog has disappeared into the woods for her normal nightly hunt and ramble.
“Do we need to leave the door open for her?” Micah asks.
“No. She’s always a while. And she’ll scratch on the door when she’s ready to come in.”
He chuckles at this and then winces slightly as he pulls off his T-shirt. His middle is bandaged up neatly since I redid them after we returned this afternoon.
“You gonna be up for this?” I ask, eyeing him closely.
“Oh yeah.” He gives me a rakish grin. “I’m all the way up.”
This obvious wordplay makes me giggle. I start to take off my top but pause with the fabric bunched by my fingers. “You know this isn’t the start of something, right?”
“I know. Just sex. Maybe even just tonight. I don’t fuckin’ care. I’ve been wantin’ this since the moment I met you.”
I already knew this was true, but hearing the words washes me with a flood of hot excitement. I pull my top over my head and then take off my old sports bra.
Micah is staring hotly, breathing rapidly, as I shimmy out of my jeans and panties. “Fuck,” he breathes when I’m totally naked.
I’ve never been particularly self-conscious about my body, but something about his gaze makes me drop my eyes.
It’s not the open lust or the coursing excitement that’s practically jumping out of his tension right now.
It’s something beneath it.
Something a lot like awe.
I recover my composure as he gets out of his jeans and boxers. I’ve seen his bare body before but not like this. He’s hard—his cock firm and distended, jiggling slightly as he moves.
“How do you wanna do this?” he asks, wrenching his eyes from my nakedness to glance back at the bed.
“You better get on your back. I don’t want to risk your wound opening up from overly strenuous activities. I hope that doesn’t offend your manly sensibilities.”
“My manly sensibilities have never been in such tip-top shape in my life.” He’s grinning as he stretches out on the sheet with his head on the pillow. “Climb on top of me, baby, and I’ll show you exactly how macho I can be on my back.”
Surprised laughter bursts out, easing some of my anxiety as I get on the bed and straddle his middle.
He cups my breasts and plays with them for a minute before drawing my upper body down so he can kiss me.
This kiss isn’t light like the one I gave him outside.
It’s slow and gentle and lingering, but it’s also deep.
Deep. The connection of our lips and tongues sends out waves of hot pleasure through my body.
I was excited even before I kissed him the first time, but now my pussy is pulsing insistently and I’m fighting the urge to squirm as I kiss him back, trying to get even deeper.
“Shoulda known you’d be demandin’ in bed,” he murmurs against my mouth.
I gasp and lift my head. “Demanding?”
“Oh yeah. That was the bossiest kiss I’ve ever had in my life.” He’s warm and teasing and irresistible as he smiles up at me. His skin is flushed beneath his tan and his beard. “I loved it. Next one, maybe you can be even bossier.”
There’s no way to be offended—even though I’ve never considered myself bossy before. Because he’s obviously telling me the truth. He enjoyed the kiss as much as I did. He doesn’t want it any different.
He pulls me down into another kiss, and I give myself to it fully. His hands have started moving all over my body, focused on my ass and my inner thighs. After a few minutes, I’m so turned on that I rear up in frustration. “You’re killing me here, Micah.”
“I am?” He’s clearly both surprised and pleased.
“Yes. This is supposed to be hot, meaningless sex. Are you planning to kiss the whole time?”
“Did you want me to just stick it in you dry? I was tryin’ to get you goin’.”
His tone is sardonic and still amused, but I can see he means it.
He was taking it slow because he thought I’d need it to be ready for sex.
Beneath his gruffness and lazy insouciance, he really is quite sweet.
“You might be surprised by how not dry I am.” I tuck some loose strands of hair behind my ears.
“Yeah?” He moves his hands so he can feel between my legs, perking up visibly when he discovers my pussy is wet. “Fuck, whatd’ya know? But I think we can do better.”
“Better how?”
He thinks for a minute before he nods and scoots farther down on the bed. “Better not risk my damn injury. So scoot higher up here.”
“Higher up where?” I honestly have no idea what he’s talking about.
He raises his hands, making cupping gestures near his face. “Up here.” He twitches his eyebrows at me naughtily.
I gape at him. “Are you serious?”
“Sure, I am. Unless you have a safer way for me to get my mouth where it needs to go.”
I probably wouldn’t be able to think of a safer position even if my mind were capable of thinking at the moment. It’s currently flooded with hot, pulsing excitement.
“What’s the hold up? You gonna sit on my face or not?”
Helpless amusement bubbles out of me as I move higher up his body, arranging myself so I’m straddling his head. I’ve actually never done this position before, so I’m a little uncertain. I hold most of my weight on my thighs until he’s pulled me down farther where he wants me.
“Fuckin’ hell, baby.” His voice is muffled by my flesh.
“I’m sorry. I’m not exactly an expert at this position. You’re not suffocating down there, are you?”
His body shakes, and the chuckle blows against my pussy. “If I did, at least I’d die a happy man. You’re doin’ real good. Try to hold it just there, and I’ll do the rest of the work.”
It’s weird. Slightly awkward. Oddly helpless. Hovering over his face this way. I hold on to the built-in shelf above the bed and do my best to hold still as he starts to use his mouth on me.
He teases my clit with his tongue. Moves back to my pussy and plays around the entrance. Scratches my skin gently with his beard. Holds me open with his hands.
I was turned on from the beginning, and soon I’m close to coming, clutching the shelf and arching my back as I moan and gasp through the pleasure.
When he moves back to my clit and sucks it hard, I come apart completely, unable to keep my hips still as I ride out the spasms of release.
I thought he would be done then, but he’s not. He keeps working his lips and tongue until I’ve come one more time, this time so intensely I choke on a loud exclamation of, “Fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck!”
He’s laughing soft and hoarse as he helps me move off his face and down his body until I’m straddling his middle again.
“You sound way too smug,” I tell him. “What’s so funny?”
“That second time, you sounded surprised. You didn’t think I had it in me to get you off twice, did you?”
“Honestly, no.” I’m smiling back at him as I lift my hips so I can line myself up over his hard cock. He’s reached down to hold it upright. “But I wasn’t casting aspersions on you. I just usually don’t come more than once.”
“I’d like to say I’m just exceptionally talented, but I think it’s more that we’re in sync somehow.” He pauses briefly before he adds, “You feel it too, don’t you?”
I lower my pelvis, sheathing his cock in my pussy. He’s on the large side of normal, so he fills me, stretches me. I’m gasping as I admit, “I feel it too.”
He’s gripping handfuls of my ass, and he’s shifting tensely beneath me. His jaw muscles are rippling from the effort he’s making to hold himself still. “Y’okay?”
“Yeah.” I roll my hips slightly, and he groans in response. “Yeah, I think I’m good.”
“We’re gonna get rid of that ‘I think’ before we get goin’.”
Shit.
Shit, shit, shit.
Who the fuck is this guy, and how can he be so considerate—even with his dick all the way inside me?
I breathe out deeply and intentionally relax my body until my pussy has softened around the penetration. “I’m good,” I tell him. “I’m really good.”
He smiles up at me as I start to ride him. He pumps his hips in response and is soon matching my rhythm.
He’s pretty far gone, so it doesn’t surprise me that he’s immediately into it, fucking me from below with fast, urgent thrusts.
What does surprise me is that the momentum of desire rises up in me again as we move together.
Soon I’m every bit as eager as he is. Together, we’re so energetic that the bed platform whines.
I’m worried about leaning down to brace myself on his shoulders, so I brace myself on the window and shelf instead, working my thigh muscles to intensify the friction and satisfy the deep need that has awakened inside me again.
“Fuck, Kat. Fuck, baby. Fuck, you’re so… you’re so…” He’s all in, his body rocking beneath me and his fingers digging into the soft flesh at my hips.
“I’m what?” I manage to ask beneath my little grunts of effort and pleasure.
“You’re so good. So good. Fuck, nothin’s ever felt better than this.”
I don’t know if he means it or not. He’s on the edge of coming now, and he’s added a roll of his hips to every thrust. His features are twisting from everything he’s feeling. Men will often say all kinds of things in this moment that don’t mean anything to the rest of their lives.
But the words matter to me anyway. I reach down to rub my clit and then let out a strangled cry as my pussy starts clenching around Micah’s cock.
I’m still shaking through my orgasm when Micah falls out of rhythm, muttering hoarsely, “Yes, Kat, yes!”
At the last moment, he pulls up my hips and yanks himself out. I move back so I don’t accidentally get hit with his semen too close to my pussy.
He comes all over my chest, his eyes watching the spurts on my skin with a hot entitlement I can’t help but like.
I don’t know why I like it, but I do.
We hold the position for a minute. Then we both let out our breaths at the same time, smiling at each other. I climb off the bed and grab a hand towel to clean his semen off my chest. Then I clean off his cock with the same towel.
He pulls me into bed with him then, tucking me at his side with one arm.
“Don’t tell me you’re a snuggler,” I say dryly. Mostly because I want to burrow against him, and it worries me.
“I wouldn’t consider myself a snuggler,” he drawls. “But how can we properly appreciate what we just did if you’re all the way across the room?”
This makes me giggle.
He isn’t being romantic. He isn’t getting ideas.
He’s simply himself. Micah.
And I really do like this man.
We lie together until we’ve caught our breaths and cooled down.
“You feel okay about this?” he asks at last.
“I feel pretty good.” I lift my head to check his expression. “What about you?”
“I feel damn good.”
“So things didn’t get messy because we had sex?”
“Nothin’ messy here. Except the mess I made all over your luscious tits.”
I never considered myself a giggler before, but I do it again now. I’m not sure how I can help it.
I feel a lot better. Like so much of that brewing tension I was experiencing earlier has been answered.
Maybe I’ve needed a good fuck for a long time.