Chapter 18 #2
“We’ve got jobs today and tomorrow, but Sunday we’re off, if that works okay with you. You can come anytime and then leave in time to get back before dark.”
Even Logan’s people, as secure and respected as they are around here, know better than to travel at night.
“That sounds fine with me,” I say, glancing up at Micah again.
“Yep. That should work. We’ll leave in time to get there by around noon, so you can expect us then.” Micah looks happy.
He’s missed his friends.
I hope he hasn’t believed that I’ve wanted to keep him from them.
Maybe I have. But I don’t want to be that kind of person.
“No ambush,” he adds. “She doesn’t want to meet Logan.”
“It will just be me and Deck. Promise.”
“Okay, good.” Micah grins. “Then we’ll see you then.”
“See you then. We’re so excited.” Both Lilah and Deck are smiling too as they walk away, still holding hands.
Micah and I watch them until they get on an ATV and drive out of sight.
Then Micah glances down at me. “Thanks.”
“For what?”
“I know it’s kind of a stretch for you. To socialize with Logan’s people. It feels like you might be doing it for me, and I appreciate it.”
“Yeah, well, I definitely wouldn’t be doing it if you weren’t around, but I don’t hate the idea. Lilah and Deck seem like genuinely good, friendly people. I wouldn’t mind getting to know them as long as there aren’t any ulterior motives.”
“I don’t think so. But if there are, we’ll beat a speedy retreat.” Molly was watching the others leave in disappointment, but now she comes over and snuffles at Micah’s feet until he leans down to scratch her behind the ears. “Well, I guess we should get home, shouldn’t we?”
When did he start calling my camper his home?
When did I decide that sounds just right?
“Yeah,” is all I say. “Let’s go home.”
That evening, I’m completely naked and riding Micah in reverse cowgirl.
I got astride in the normal direction, and Micah made a teasing comment about how the position was perfect for seeing my body—all of it except my ass. My suggestion of an obvious remedy led us here.
I have no regrets. And as far as I can tell from his satisfied moans and increasingly breathless series of raunchy compliments, neither does Micah.
I’ve actually never fucked in this position before, and I didn’t think I’d enjoy it. I can’t see any of Micah except his legs and feet, but for some reason the oddness of it has gotten me hotter than I expected.
I’ve already come once, and another orgasm is rising fast as I bounce over his cock eagerly, barely restrained by his hands holding my ass down enough to keep him from slipping out of my wet pussy on each rise.
“Fuck, baby,” Micah mutters behind me. “Look at you riding me so good. You really like it like this, don’tcha?”
“Yeah, yeah, yeah.” That’s the extent of my vocabulary at the moment. Everything is feeling so good, and my second orgasm is almost in reach. “Yeah, I like it so much.”
“Fu-uck!”
He sounds so helpless I glance over my shoulder to make sure he’s not about to come. He’s not. He’s lifted his head to get a better view.
I’m quite sure he’s watching my ass jiggle and his cock move in and out of my pussy. From this angle, he’ll be able to see a lot.
That knowledge makes the sensations surge forward. I’m gripping his thick, muscular thighs to brace myself so I can really move.
“Take it, baby,” he says hoarsely. “Take what you want. Take what you need. I want you to have it.”
His words push me the final inch over the edge. I cry out loudly as I come hard, riding out the spasms of pleasure with open greediness.
“Shit, you’re gripping me so tight. You’re doin’ so good. Keep goin’, Kat. Keep goin’. Don’t hold anything back.”
I’m not holding back anything, and I never knew I was capable of being so uninhibited.
I’m making loud exclamations with every bounce—somewhere between a grunt and a sob.
My breasts are jiggling wildly, and my loose hair is flying all over.
I’m so wet I can feel it leaking out of my pussy, all over his cock and probably spreading farther.
My thighs and lungs are burning from so much effort, but I can’t slow down. I can’t stop.
“One more, baby,” Micah murmurs from behind me, thick and fond and as sexy as any voice I’ve ever heard. “Come once more for me. You know you need it. You’ve been needing to let go like this for a long time.”
I don’t know how he knows this, but it feels true all the way down to my core. All the years of restraint and deprivation and isolation have exploded into this.
Now that it’s safe.
Now that I can trust Micah to keep me from falling apart.
The thought shifts my wordless outburst into his name. “Micah, Micah, Micah!”
“That’s right. It’s me. I’ve got you. You can let go. You can get there one more time.”
The final orgasm is rising but not as fast as I need. I whimper helplessly as I roll my hips a few times as I catch my breath. Then I ride him with new vigor and another loud sobbing sound.
“That’s it. You’re workin’ so hard for it. You’re gonna get there. I love seein’ you let go like this.” He’s been fucking me from below the whole time, but now his rhythm and his upstrokes intensify.
With a moan of relief, I match his motion, leaning forward for more leverage.
“That’s it,” he rasps, soft and strained. “That’s my girl. You have no idea how much I’ve wanted to give this to you. How long I’ve waited for you want it too.”
And that does it.
My third orgasm comes on so fast and so powerfully that I can’t restrain my voice. I cry out as my pussy spasms hard around his cock, and my entire body shakes through it, feels the deep pleasure.
“That’s right, baby. That’s what you needed. You did so good. So good.”
I’m panting loudly and still moaning after every gasped inhale. My body is hot and wet from perspiration and washed with a satisfaction so intense it feels like shattering relief. My thigh muscles have had a workout, and it’s all I can do to hold myself still as Micah continues to buck up into me.
Even that feels good. Needed.
“You come too, Micah,” I manage to choke out.
“I am. I’m almost… almost…” His fingers are digging bruisingly into my hips. “Fuck, you’re everythin’ I’ve ever wanted, Kat. Just hold right there and I’ll…”
He yanks out his cock and slaps it against my ass as he falls into climax. I feel the spurts of his release on my skin.
And I love that too.
I love everything about it.
Including the way Micah, breathless and visibly sated, rearranges my body, turning me around and then pulling me down on top of him. He wraps his arms around me and hugs me tight.
I burrow my face into his shoulder, holding on.
He brushes kisses into my hair. He can’t speak yet.
Neither can I.
It’s several minutes later before I’m capable of lifting my head to smile down at him. “Wow. I didn’t think I could let go like that.”
“I knew you could.” Micah’s eyes are soft and so tender. It feels like a miracle.
He feels like a miracle.
One that happened to me.
“I just didn’t know if you’d ever want to do it with me.”
“I think you’re the only person I could do it with. Let down my guard enough. Even before, when I was younger and the world was better, I was holding back. It never felt safe.”
“You’re safe with me, Kat.” He pulls me down so he can kiss me, soft and gentle. “I never felt like I was good for much until you showed me what I was good for.”
Touched and curious, I cock my head to the side. “And what have you discovered you’re good for?”
He kisses his fingertips and then presses them against my mouth. “I’m good for you.”