4. Micah #2
I didn’t understand how it was possible that kissing her hit even harder than everything before it, but the second her mouth touched mine, something low in my chest gave way completely.
Robin kissed like she did everything else.
Confidently. Intentionally. It was like she wanted to consume the experience whole.
I cupped her face instinctively, deepening the kiss while she pressed closer, fingers already clumsily working at the buttons of my shirt.
Her tongue invaded my mouth like a welcome intrusion.
I sucked on her tongue which elicited a moan from her.
Instantly that moan became one of my favorite sounds.
She pulled back and bit my lip. Then our costumes finally started disappearing piece by piece between heated kisses and breathless laughter. Her robe hit the floor first. My collar somewhere after that. Then her skirt followed by her fishnets until there was only warm skin beneath my hands.
By the time we fell onto the bed together, I was half convinced I’d permanently lost the ability to think. Not that I particularly cared at the moment.
Robin stretched beneath me with a quiet sound that nearly wrecked me all over again as my hands wandered across her body, exploring her slowly now instead of stealing glances across crowded bars. Her body was soft and lush, but also powerful. The duality of it was intoxicating.
And god, she responded to everything. Every touch, every kiss, every drag of my fingers against sensitive skin pulled another reaction from her like she physically couldn’t hide what she felt.
I cupped her breast with one hand and covered the other with my mouth, sucking the dusty peak into my mouth. She fisted my hair, holding me close, which was fine. I could stay her sucking on her perfect tits all night.
But more than that, I wanted to bring her pleasure. I wanted to watch her tremble knowing I was the cause. I lightly bit her nipple as I slid my other hand down to the apex of her thighs as another breathy moan left her.
I cupped her sex as she rolled her hips into my hand.
I slipped a finger between her folds. She was already wet.
I dipped a finger inside of her before adding another, not pushing too far in quite yet.
Again, she rolled her hips moving me in a bit deeper.
I pulled out fully and began to work slow circles over her clit.
I kissed my way up her body as I circled her nub. Her breaths turned to small pants.
“Harder,” she groaned.
She moaned as I followed her instructions. I swallowed it with my mouth as I kissed her deep and strong. Her legs closed around my hand and I pulled away, needing to see what she looked like.
Nothing could have prepared me for what I witnessed. Her gaze was hazy and her plump lips were parted. She looked softer than I had expected.
I loved that. I loved the way her sharp edges softened just slightly when pleasure pulled her apart. I loved the way she looked at me afterward like she couldn’t quite believe I’d figured out exactly how to make her unravel.
By the time she came apart beneath my hand the first time, my own pulse was so unsteady I could barely breathe.
But Robin only grabbed me closer afterward, flushed and smiling slightly as she caught her breath.
“You’re beautiful,” I murmured against her mouth.
“You should be grateful I’m rewarding good behavior.”
I laughed softly against her lips before kissing her again.
Then I moved lower. I wanted to make her come again.
I wanted to make her come all night. Robin’s breath caught as I settled between her thighs, and the sound nearly destroyed whatever remained of my self-control.
I pushed her knees wide and there, like a dream before me, was her glistening pink pussy.
I was living a dream. Already hard again, I let a finger trace down her seam.
I pushed a finger inside, feeling how tight and wet she was for me. Robin stifled a moan as her body shifted. I wanted more. I wanted a taste, so I took it.
This time, she didn’t try to stay composed. She cried out my name as I sucked her clit into my mouth while pushing in a second finger. The sound of my name on her lips was officially my favorite thing.
I continued my ministrations, paying attention to her responses. My movements varied, alternating between slow licks with a flat tongue and small, quick flicks. I wanted—no needed—to learn exactly what drove her crazy.
When I sucked her into my mouth again, those muscular thighs closed around my head. Her hands tangled in my hair while she gasped my name, shifting against the sheets with every touch until finally she shattered again with a sharp breath that felt like victory.
And somehow, watching her come undone like that only made me want her more. I crawled back up her body slowly afterward, kissing her hard while she was still trembling slightly beneath me.
Her fingers slid down my back as I reached her mouth and claimed it with a kiss. She moved to open the drawer in her nightstand and pulled out a condom. I took it from her and smoothed it down my cock, only slightly distracted by her continued kisses.
I still couldn’t believe this was happening. I broke the kiss to look at her. Dark hair pooled around her head, and her piercing green eyes drew me in. She was going to be my undoing… and I couldn’t wait.
I pressed into her slowly, and every coherent thought left my body.
Robin made the softest sound beneath me, my forehead falling against her while I fought not to completely lose my mind right there.
“Oh god,” she breathed.
Yeah. Exactly. Nothing could’ve prepared me for this.
For her.
For the overwhelming heat of her wrapped around me while she looked up at me like I was something she wanted to devour whole.
Life-changing honestly felt like an understatement.