7. Myraj
My belly trembled with nervous anticipation at what I hoped would happen tonight. I was lying on the table wearing the towel when Micaiah knocked at the door.
“Come in,” I called out in a trembling voice.
He walked up to me and took my hand in his.
Smiling down at me, he stroked my fingers and caressed my palm.
“Hey, gorgeous. Tonight is all about you, so relax. No preconceived notions in your mind, and no need to worry about anything. I’m simply here to guide you and make sure your experience is pleasurable. Okay?”
I bobbed my head as he released my hand.
“To help you relax, I’m going to give you a sensual massage. That’s your time to unwind, get your thoughts together, and make sure that you’re still onboard at the end. If you change your mind, I won’t hold that against you. We’ll still have had a beautiful evening. Okay?”
“Okay,” I replied softly.
“This massage oil is a combination of ylang-ylang and jasmine. It’s an aphrodisiac, but it’ll help relax you, while at the same time promoting a state of arousal. If anything hurts or doesn’t feel good, I need you to communicate that, okay?”
“Okay.”
“Same with if there is anything that you like and it feels particularly good, let me know that too. I move according to your verbal and nonverbal cues.”
“Okay,” I replied with a tiny smile dancing on my lips.
Micaiah applied the warm oil to my shoulders. The scent along with the touch of his long fingers on my body was intoxicating. He massaged my entire body before the real experience began.
Micaiah flipped me onto my back and turned the lights off, allowing just the light from the candles to create an ambient lighting, and the playlist alternated songs from Daniel Caesar, SZA, Snoh Alegra, and Cleo Sol.
He took his time guiding me through the experience from feather-light touches as he outlined my body, to heavier touches the closer he drew to the insides of my thighs.
Long, warm fingers brushed against my pussy lips, and firm knuckles grazed my clitoris. My hips arched up, longing for the pleasure his hands promised.
Expert hands molded and kneaded my breasts just before I heard a soft hum.
“How are you feeling, sweetheart?” he asked.
“So damn good.”
“Good. I’m going to use this vibrator on your body to heighten the pleasure. If I apply too much pressure anywhere, let me know.”
“Okay,” I mumbled as he slid a vibrator through my folds.
Mycah worked my body over, alternating the speed of the vibrator, bringing me to the edge and then stopping.
He sucked my breasts, fingered me, sucked my clitoris, and fucked me with the vibrator.
Each time I would be on the brink of an orgasm, he would stop and massage a hip or a thigh.
It was torturous, but it felt so good too.
“Why are you teasing me so badly?” I asked with a whimper when he finished.
He leaned over the table and kissed me. “That was called edging. I don’t want you to cum unless it’s in my mouth or on this dick.”
He lifted me off the table and carried me to the bed, which was surrounded with candles. I was surprised to find the bed was covered with bamboo sheets. They felt cool and soft against my body as he kissed me from head to toe, paying special attention to my lower lips.
He sucked and licked them, sliding his tongue and fingers in and out of me, eliciting erotic moans that didn’t sound like mine. His hands massaged my ass as he sucked my clit and then prodded his tongue deep inside of my pussy.
When he stood, he sheathed himself and then grabbed a bottle of lubricant from the nightstand.
He lifted my legs and wrapped them around his waist before he poured the cool liquid between my legs and on his covered erection.
I clutched the sheets and squeezed my eyes tight when he pressed against me.
The pressure was hard and hot. He kissed my forehead. “Relax, baby.”
He pressed again, and though he took his time, he eventually found his way into me.
He settled there for a few seconds before he moved.
The pads of my fingers pressed deep against his chest as I inhaled and exhaled slowly several times.
Micaiah let me become acclimated to his body as he familiarized himself with mine.
Once the pain and discomfort subsided, I moved with him in grace and ease. My body welcomed his, relished the feeling of the fullness he gave me, the way he moved inside of me, and how he caused us to become one.
My hands caressed the surface of his muscular back and traced the outline of the lines of a map on his back.
He kissed my neck and shoulders, and I kissed his face.
He sucked my breasts, and I kneaded his ass.
He thoroughly made love to my body, even pulling out to suck my toes and eat my pussy again.
When I climaxed, each time, it was like no pleasure I had ever known. An orgasm at the hands of a man was so supreme and surpassed any orgasm I could find with my hands or a dildo. After my fourth orgasm, he finally released as well.
I spent the night with him, and he made love to me two more times throughout the night, and then again when I woke up the next morning.
“You’re not gonna stay for breakfast?” he asked after I washed up.
“No. I had better head out. I have a flight to catch soon.”
“How about if I arrange for you to stay another night? Would you?”
My heart danced in my chest. “As much as I would love that, Micaiah, I have to get back to my business. I’m sure you have a life to get back to, also. The longer I stay, the harder it’ll be for me to leave. I want this dream to remain the fairy tale it was meant to be.”
“Every fairy tale has happy endings.”
“This one does too. Maybe not in the usual way, but it does. Go home where you belong, Micaiah. Thank you for this. I will always remember you.”
I took in his beautiful, cocoa-colored skin again, and I licked my lips. I had chosen the perfect specimen to give my virginity to. He was thoughtful, selfless, sacrificing, intelligent, and fine as hell.
“Let me grab my phone so that I can walk you out.” He grabbed a pair of sweatpants and pulled them on along with a T-shirt. He slid his feet into a pair of slides and followed me.
When we got to the door, I placed a hand against his chest. “You don’t have to walk me back down.”
“Let me. This wasn’t a booty call, so let’s not treat it like that.”
“No. I don’t want that. You gave me everything I wanted and so much more. Let this be goodbye. Please,” I replied.
He cupped my face in his hands and kissed me slowly, deeply, and passionately.
“I pray that you never forget me, that you might even look me up one day. You’re an unforgettable woman, Myraj, and I know I’ll never lose the memory of you, even if I get Alzheimer’s when I get older.”
I laughed and replied, “I could never forget you. You’ve tatted your name and your heart on my soul, Micaiah. I will always treasure and remember what you’ve done for me, what you gave me—always remember you.”
I turned and walked away and then stopped in the hallway and walked back to him again.
“Micaiah?”
“Yeah?”
“Thank you for being a gentleman.”
“Make no mistake about it, sweetheart. I’m not a gentleman.”
“You were gentle with me last night—with my emotions, my heart, and even my body.”
“Everyone deserves to have one fairy-tale night in their life.”
He kissed me again, and then I turned and left.
I would always treasure what we had in my heart, but I knew that I couldn’t take him back to my real life.
I was afraid that the reality of Micaiah in true life would shatter my heart—he was simply too good to be true, or maybe I was still making excuses.