10. Micah
10
MICAH
I stretch out on my bed, buck-ass naked, hands folded behind my head, and cock at attention. I try to play it cool, but when Avery leaves my bathroom wearing one of my t-shirts, it’s almost too much. Never mind that I just had her naked aside from a single pair of lace panties against the front door.
This is the sexiest she’s ever looked.
“You like it?” she teases, posing for me.
“I love it.” It takes all my restraint not to sit up and pull her onto the bed. But she made me promise to wait, just as I am.
“Good,” she says, pulling her loose hair back with both hands. The hem of my shirt rises, revealing she’s kept her promise. There’s nothing underneath.
“Why are you tying your hair back?” I ask in a mock pout.
“Because,” she says, kneeling on the bed between my legs, “I’d rather not choke on it while I’m sucking your cock .”
“If you don’t want to?—”
“Micah Erikson, do not tell me what I want,” she says.
“Yes ma’am.”
“That’s better,” she says, a wicked smile gracing her beautiful, slightly swollen lips. “Now you just lie back and enjoy.” She crawls up between my legs, teasing me with feather light fingertips along my thighs. She stares at my cock like she’s examining it, and I have to say, it turns me on. But I damn near lose my mind when she lowers her head and flicks the tip of her tongue along my swollen head.
“Fuck, Avery.”
She drags her tongue along my shaft, and I nearly go blind. She’s hardly started, and already I feel like I might come. Hold back, fucker. The only coming tonight is inside her pussy. I shove my thigh between Avery’s legs, and she grinds against me as she slowly takes me into her mouth.
This feels so fucking good .
I allow her to suck my cock for a few more minutes before I take back control.
“Hey,” she objects as I pull her off my lap and flip her on her back. “I wasn’t done.”
“I need to be inside you, Avery.” I kiss her shoulder, gently digging my teeth into her skin. “Unless that’s not what you want?”
“You know it’s what I want,” she says, fingers threading through my hair. “It’s all I want.”
“Do you want me to use a condom?”
“I’m on the pill,” she says, reaching between us for my cock and guiding me to her entrance. “Clean if you are?”
“You think I’ve been fucking other women, Avery?” I ask in a near growl, locking eye contact. “Because there’s been no one but you since we moved here. No sex. No women. No dates.”
“No sex?” she asks, that mischievous grin tempting me to kiss it.
“Unless you count me jerking myself off while I thought about fucking you.”
“You—”
“It’s only been you , Avery. I’ll say it as many times as I need to until you believe it.” I lower my mouth to hers, kissing her softly and thoroughly as I slowly slide my cock into her sopping wet entrance. She snakes her fingers up my neck and threads them through my hair, and the kiss deepens as does the plunge into her depths.
This feels like home.
Home .
Avery wraps her legs around my lower back, and I sink in deeper. Slow, controlled strokes gradually pick up the pace until the headboard’s banging against the wall. I drive my cock home, over and over.
“Micah!” Avery cries out against my eager lips.
“Come for me, sweetheart,” I insist, guiding a hand between us to her swollen button.
“You too,” she says with ragged breath.
Seconds after Avery cries out in an octave I’ve never heard from her, I feel her pussy convulse around my cock, and I explode inside her. I pull her tight against me as I bury myself as deeply inside her as I can. But it’s not enough. It’ll never be enough when it comes to Avery Flanders. I’ll always want more.
Cock still buried inside her pussy, I brush a hand across her cheek until she looks into my eyes. This would the perfect moment to tell her I love her. The words are desperate to be spoken, but I hold back. Avery is like a wild animal I’ve only just convinced to trust me. If I confess something of that magnitude too soon, she might panic and flee. So, instead, I say, “I’ve been dreaming about this for a long time.”
“And?” she asks, a sated smile spread across her lips.
“And it’s ten times better than I thought it could be.”
“Only ten times?”
“My imagination doesn’t suck that badly.” We both laugh, and I finally roll onto my back and tug Avery into my side. Her cheek rests against my cheek.
This is a moment I could get used to—forever.