Chapter 12-Force #2
“You upset me, Alita...you really try a man's resolve, and I am sitting here like a schoolboy contemplating what might be next,” he said, trying not to smile. “Seriously, you make not the kidding when you are suggesting we play around with the candies in the mouth?”
“Let's just try it, and if it makes you uncomfortable, then we'll stop,” she said.
“If it makes me uncomfortable in other ways, then what do you suggest?”
“I suggest, since you offered, that you teach me ways to take care of you, within reason of course,” she said, staring him in the eyes.
Micah responded by opening the candy and popping the orange-flavored disc in his mouth.
He asked, “Now what?” as she leaned forward, allowing their lips to touch.
Slowly, she cracked her lips, snaking out her tongue, teasing between his lips, and gently invading his mouth.
She touched the tip of his orange candy with her tongue, moving it about his mouth, allowing her tongue to graze his. Alita pulled back.
“Okay, your turn,” she said, watching his face.
Micah did the same, playing with the lemon candy in her mouth, but when he pulled back, the look in his eyes was different.
He took his candy from his mouth and placed it on a coaster on the nightstand.
Micah reached for Alita, his hands in her hair, his mouth capturing hers, his tongue searching her mouth. Alita pulled back.
“And wow,” she said. “Should we stop?”
“Yes,” he replied, reaching for her again. He pulled her onto his lap to straddle him. Micah deepened the kiss, moving her hips against him, craving, and wanting more than she was prepared to give. Sighing deeply, he lowered his head, pressing his forehead between her breasts. “Alita, talk to me.”
“I can't,” she said softly. “I am in shock right now.”
“Shock? Have I gone too far?”
“No, that damn speedo you like to wear is a liar,” she said, moving against him. “Is that what I think it is? Are you really that big?”
“You boost and bruise my ego at the same time,” he said, attempting to move her off him. “We go too far. Let us say good night and call the kiss experiment a success.”
“Let's not stop and you give me my first...release and I'll ease you off a bit so you're not acting feral when we get to Argentina,” she said.
“Alita, what you're asking...we shouldn't,” he said as she moved suggestively against him.
Her mouth came to his as she removed the housecoat. The soft pajama bottoms left little fabric between them, and he could feel the dampness on her pants. The freedom of her breasts pressed to his chest, eliciting a growl from the back of his throat.
“I'm asking. I want you to give me my first one, Micah,” she said, pressing her chest to his. Soft kisses went to his face and cheeks and back to his mouth.
His hand slid under the pajama top, caressing her breast. Her nipple was between his fingers as he moved with her, kissing her passionately, pressing the bud between his fingers.
“Alita,” he whispered huskily, lifting the top, popping a nipple in his mouth.
Her head fell back, her mouth opened as his hand slid into the pajama bottoms, careful to stay on top of the underpants.
Agile, thick fingers moved inside the pants, stroking back and forth over the cotton, locating the nub of flesh.
He made soft gentle circles with his fingers as his mouth sucked hard.
“Good grief,” she cried out, moving against his hand. “Goodness gracious, that feels, oh...oh. Oooh.”
A force in her midsection tightened as she flexed her hips forward as if she were squeezing the last juice from a lime.
She leaned against him, wanting to return the favor, but as she reached for him, he stopped her.
Instead, he opened the pajama top, taking his time, going from one nipple to the next.
He used his hands to move her body against him, the hardness of him working her up again as she began to move along with his rhythm, Alita working her way to a second release and he to his first one.
He grunted as he pressed upwards, his fingers digging into the fleshy portion of her hips.
His body jerked a few times, and he sighed in deep satisfaction.
She kissed him. “Micah, we have a problem.”
His eyes closed, he asked, “What is that my dear?”
“You can get married if you want, but when you come looking, asking me where is your wife, I'll be honest when I tell you the last time I saw her, she was in the pool, playing Angel's emerald crusted knife,” Alita said, laughing. “Yeah, the one he wipes down with Dart frog venom.”
Micah burst into laughter. “That is really dark, Alita. Really dark.”
“Just letting you know,” she said, giving him another kiss. “I'd better leave before we get into some real trouble here.”
“Yes, you should,” he said.
“Thank you. That was really hot,” she told him, rising and closing her nightshirt. “Sleep well, Boss.”
“Whatever, Vexer,” he said, watching her gather her robe to leave.
She walked over to him, bending, the breast showing.
Her lips came to his once again, the tip of her tongue slipping in between his lips.
Gentle fingers slid down his face as she pulled away, looking him in the eyes.
She waved goodnight and exited the back hallway.
Micah Delgado knew he was in trouble. There was no doubt in his mind this was going to end poorly because he raised his hand to his nose and sniffed his fingers, then he actually licked them.
“Fuck, now I truly want to know what that tastes like,” he said, rising and heading to his bathroom to shower.
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