30. Micah
MICAH
Growing up in the church I was told stories about moments in people's lives where the heavens opened up and angels sang on high. I’d always found them incredibly hyperbolic, but not anymore. Not after this.
I followed Robin down the hall and into her bedroom.
By the time I got there she was already undressing. My mouth watered and my pants tightened at the sight of her slipping her sweater over her head. I moved to walk to her, but she held up her hand. “Stop.”
I stopped in the doorway, curious about where this was going.
Then she turned to face me and undid the button of her jeans and before she slowly pushed them down over her full hips.
Her heated gaze pinned me in place as she took off her clothes.
Next, she reached behind her back, and her bra fell to the floor, revealing the most perfect breasts to have ever existed.
I looked up in her eyes, silently asking for permission to come to her, but she just cocked an eyebrow and hooked her fingers in the waistband of her panties and shimmying them down over her generous hips. Every movement urging me to her, to kiss her, to claim her.
“Take your clothes off,” she said.
The look on her face had my already hard cock throb painfully against the zipper of my pants.
I undid the buttons of my shirt and discarded it before I toed out of my shoes. Then I took my pants off and stroked my wanting cock.
“I didn’t say you could touch yourself yet.”
Oh, fuck! She was so hot when she got like this.
“Crawl to me.”
“What?” I asked, my mouth gaping. This was new but fuck I was here for it.
“I said crawl to me.”
I dropped to my knees and crawled to her. This could have felt degrading, but I was on fire. I would have crawled to her across hot coals to prove myself.
She sat on the bed and spread her legs. Her pussy was right there. It glistened and I was just about to lick it when her own hand parted her folds and rubbed her clit. Her fingers circled her, and I yearned to replace those fingers with my tongue.
I looked up into her eyes, waiting for permission.
“You’ve been a bad boy.”
I licked my lips, looking up at her.
“But you’re also a very good boy. Do you want to make it up to me?”
I was going to die. Holy fuck, this was better than anything I could imagine.
“Yes, I want to make it up to you anyway you want,” I damn near whimpered.
“Touch me.”
I pushed her legs wide and devoured her with my mouth. I was licking and sucking like it was my first meal in days. I had been famished from these weeks apart and I needed her. I need to taste her, to make her fall apart.
Her hand speared into my hair pulling it. I thought she was going to pull me off, but she just held me there. I couldn’t help it. I had to stroke myself as I feasted.
“Fuck, Micah!”
I was just as close as she was. I fucked her with my tongue just a little before returning to her clit. I sucked it into my mouth as her body went rigid.
“Micah, fuck, I’m going to come.”
With one hand I was stroking myself, with the other I slipped one finger in, then two. Then I found her G spot and rubbed, and I sucked her clit into my mouth a bit harder than before. Her legs clamped around my head as she cried my name, and I was done.
We both lost ourselves to ecstasy at the same time.
I pressed a kiss to her inner thigh and rested my head there for just a moment.
Then I stood and got a tissue from her nightstand and cleaned off my own release from my hand.
She scooted up the bed again letting her legs fall open.
I’m not entirely sure what happened earlier tonight. But I’m fairly certain I must have died, because this is what heaven looks like. Robin on a bed spread out for me. This was more than I deserved, but I wasn’t going to waste a moment of it.
I crawled to her again. This time on the bed. I pressed a kiss to her lips. I cupped her face as I poured everything I had into her. I kissed her with all the love and passion I had. By the time I was kissing down her neck and sucking at her throat I was already hard again.
As I kissed her, I let my hands trace the curves of her powerful body. I was hopelessly gone for her.
My cock was nestled between her legs, but right now, I was more than happy to just kiss and caress her. The thought that I had lost her had been a weight around my neck since that cold parking lot on Thanksgiving. I would never lose her again. That was a vow I made in kisses.
Then she began to rock her hips, easing my cock closer to her center.
“Please Micah,” she panted.
I could deny her nothing. I slowly pressed in pushing my cock into her wet heat.
“Fuck.” I rested my forehead on her, just giving myself a moment to feel her enveloping me.
“Micah,” she whined. She fucking whined and I was done.
I started thrusting into her. It had never felt this good.
Then, because she’s Robin, she managed to flip us, so she was on top.
Next thing I knew my hands were over my head and she was kissing me.
Then she started to ride me. Her tits bounced inches from my face, and there had never been anything more perfect.
I sucked one of the pink tips into my mouth as she tightened her grip on my wrist, threw her head back with a moan and rode me harder.
“Fuck baby, I love you,” I said.
Her eyes connected with mine as she slowed. Her hand left my wrist and fisted in my hair as she kissed me and began slowly grinding into me. I cupped her face and kissed her right back. Our tongues danced and my hands slid down until they cupped her ass.
She broke the kiss with a gasp, “Micah—” and then her pussy clenched around my cock. I followed her right over the edge, filling her as she writhed and moaned.
When she was done, she kissed me one last time before telling me again that she loved me.
Now this was a Christmas miracle like nothing I could have ever imagined.
She fell to my side and I scooped her up. Holding her close. I needed to feel her. I needed the physical reminder that I finally had her back.
She lifted her head to look at her clock before laying it back down again.
“Merry Christmas.”
“You are the best Christmas present I could ever get,” I said with a lazy smile.
We laid like that for a long time before drifting to sleep.
When morning light streamed in through her window I woke and found her sleeping with her hair splayed all over my chest. I brushed the hair from her forehead and pressed a kiss there. She looked so peaceful.
A wave of emotion crashed over me. I could have lost her.
I came so close to losing this. I would never let that happen again.
I vowed to her in those early moments of Christmas morning; I would take care of her.
I would be her soft place to land. I would be her cheerleader.
She would always be safe with me and someday she would trust me again.
I’m not sure how long I laid there gazing at her when she began to stir. Her eyes blinked open for just a few seconds before she looked up at me with a warm smile that turned my inside gooey. I kissed her forehead one more time.
“Good morning,” I said.
“Moring,” she said as she covered a yawn. “Have you been up long?”
I shook my head. “Not too long.”
Then for a few more peaceful minutes we just laid there enjoying each other.
“Do you have any plans today?” I asked as I ran my hand through her dark hair.
“Whenever we get up, I’ll head over to my parents to do Christmas. What about you?”
“Well, I will not be going to my parents’ house, that’s for sure. I’ll probably just head home. Whenever you’re done, do you want to get together?”
“No.”
My heart almost dropped out of my chest. Did I not understand what happened last night?
“You are not spending Christmas alone. My parents already invited you over anyway.”
I hugged her and kissed the top of her head, breathing her in. “That sounds perfect.”
About an hour later we were pulling up to her parents’ house. I fidgeted with my coat and fixed my hair.
“Are you okay?” she asked.
I just nodded as we climbed the stairs.
She stopped me. “What is it?”
“I guess I’m just a little nervous. I mean, yes, I met your parents last night, but last night kind of feels like a fever dream.”
She laughed. “You’re not wrong. But there’s nothing to be nervous about. I’m sure my parents already love you. They're easy. Make me happy and they’ll love you.”
“Do I?”
“Do you what?”
“Do I make you happy?”
She looked up at me with those dreamy green eyes and brushed the hair from my forehead. “Yes, Micah. You make me very happy.”
She reached up to kiss me just as the door opened.
“Come on you two, get out of the cold.”
I turned to see Robin’s dad in a set of flannel Christmas pajamas.
“Your mother is pulling the cinnamon rolls out of the oven right now. Merry Christmas, Darling,” he said, pulling Robin into a hug. “Merry Christmas to you too Micah,” he said with a handshake.
Once we were in the house the smell of coffee and cinnamon filtered through the air.
It was a beautiful home. Cozy in a way I recognized but hadn’t felt in years.
Then came Robin’s mother from the kitchen in flannel pajamas that matched her husband's.
She pulled Robin into a hug before turning to me.
My heart melted in my chest as she pulled me in for a hug as well.
I can’t remember the last time I had a hug from a parent figure. Mine probably stopped somewhere around ten. This was really nice.
After spending a wonderful and peaceful morning with her parents we went to my house so I could pick up a few things. I still had a week of Christmas break, and I planned on spending it all with Robin.