Page 63 of Micro
Soph glanced at the bedroom door, obviously wary of the fact that we had someone sleeping just across the narrow hallway, but I didn’t want any other man in her fucking head other than me right now, or ever, if I’m honest.
“Don’t look anywhere but at me. Babe, I love you, and I wanna worship you, so can you get those fucking clothes off and lie back on the bed? I need to taste you, or I’ll die.”
Her face turned fierce, and she stomped closer, slapping my chest.
“Don’t joke like that! It’s too soon, dammit. It will always be too soon! You almost died tonight, and I won’t… I can’t let you joke about… it’s… I can’t,” her words were gasping out of her like sobs, and I knew I’d just messed things up, so I held her against my chest as she cried quietly, and I should have seen it coming, right? She’d been through hell lately, a lot of it because of knowing me, and she needed to let it out. Of course, there were ways to really make her let it out.
“Do you trust me?”
She nodded, her breath hitching a little from the crying.
“Please let me eat you, babe, I’ll make you feel so fucking good, crying will be the last thing on your mind, well, unless you’re crying with pleasure, in which case I’ll be proud to be the cause of it.”
Alternatively, she’d come so hard, the rest of those emotions would be freed at last, and she’d feel better. Yeah, I cared about shit like that now, because she’d changed me. She’d fixed what was broken in me.
“If I do, will you hold me after, while we sleep? I’m too scared to be too far away from you, in case this was all a dream, and they still take you away from me.”
My fucking sweet woman. She was gonna forget what life looked like without me in the same room as her, that was for damn sure.
I kissed her hard, walking her back to the bed, stroking my fingers through her damp hair, the blue so dark it almost looked black.
“Babe, let’s get you out of these clothes, but just so we’re clear,” I tightened my fist in her hair, and her eyes widened, as her breath caught in her throat, “You’re gonna have to fucking kick me out of a room if you don’t want me in it. We’re not being apart again, got it?”
She sighed, and practically melted onto the bed, dragging me down with her, sliding her fingers through my hair, as she pulled me down to kiss her again.
Kissing her was something that’d never get fucking old, because she gave every ounce of herself in each kiss, and I was enough of a bastard to spend a lifetime taking it all.
As I helped her out of her clothes, I kissed my way down her warm, sweet-smelling skin, and paused at her breasts, because they deserved some special attention first.
As I licked and sucked at her nipples, and felt her practically undulating beneath me, I eyed her creamy skin and lifted my head.
“I think I want my name right here,” I said, stroking two fingers between her perfect tits, grinning as she gasped and swatted at them.
“Nobody is tattooing me there, dammit. Besides, who would you trust to have their hands on me in such an intimate place?” Fuck. Good point from my woman there.
“Yeah, fair point, your ink needs to be nowhere nearmytits, ormypussy, yeah?” She giggled, trying to sit up as I started to kiss my way down her stomach, dipping my tongue into her belly button, and startling another giggle from her. These were the sounds I wanted from her. Always happy, always laughing. She was resting on her elbows, watching me as I made my way to her pussy, kissing my way around it before I went anywhere near it. Would she beg? Would she be so needy that she’d demand it?
“Micro, please.” Ah, begging it is. I grinned against her warm skin, licking a line up her inner thigh, watching her legs push wider apart, as if she could guide me to her centre.
“You trying to tell me something here?”
“Well, you said you were going to eat me… did you change your mind?” Sassy and sweet, my new favourite combo.
I used my thumbs to push her pussy lips apart, so I could drag my tongue right up her centre, and almost got myself pussy-slapped in the face, as she bucked up with a gasp.
“Clearly I gotta hold you down, so you don’t knock me out, sweet thing.”
Her response was a low moan, so I went back to licking her, teasing and circling her clit, in between taking deep dives inside her to lap up her unique flavour. I’d always enjoyed going down, and she tasted sweet enough for me to want to stay down here, with my face buried between her legs.
She kept making high pitched noises when I nipped at her clit, and the look on her face was one of shock, or awe, so I think she liked it. I did it again, just to watch her reaction, and practically saw her ripple with pleasure, like a shudder ran through her.Perfect.
I focused my attention there, easing a finger inside her to give her pussy something to suck on, and that’s when she got louder. I grinned widely, knowing Nick would hear her, and fucking loving that. That fucker was lucky he wasn’t sleeping in the van anyway.
“Oh god, oh GOD, Micro!”
“That’s it, sweet thing, keep yelling my name as I make you cream all over my face,” I murmured, going back to work on her clit, and holding her hips steady as she started bucking again, her head falling back against the pillows, as her fingers found my hair, tugging and clenching as her orgasm ran through her, and she gasped my name raggedly.
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