It was difficult to keep our hands off each other as we settled to have the picnic of sandwiches and snacks Micah had put together. We laughed and reminisced about the past, caught up on each other’s lives, the things we’d missed. Touching and kissing in between. A slow foreplay that was driving me crazy. Hours passed up there in the sky, the city lights in the distance, surrounded by people but all alone. Together.
When Micah took me downstairs, I should have let him call me a cab like we planned.
Instead, I whispered, “I want to see your apartment.”
We both knew what I meant.
“Are you sure?” he whispered back, his eyes shadowed with desire.
I nodded.
I barely saw his apartment when he let me into it. We were too busy hurrying toward his bedroom. As soon as the door slammed shut behind us, we became frantic arms and hands trying to undress one another. It was like being stuck in a scorching desert with too many clothes, desperate to feel nothing but air on our bare skin.
Except we were desperate to feel nothing but each other’s skin against skin.
Laughing and stroking and kissing, we eventually ended up on Micah’s bed naked, his body braced above mine. When he slid a hand between my legs, my breath caught.
Micah was touching me.
It was like a beautiful dream.
I lifted my hips, widening my legs, inviting him as he slipped two fingers inside me. My need for him eased his way and Micah’s face was suddenly harsh with lust.
He kissed me, lowering his hips so I could feel his hot erection throbbing against me. Then his lips left my mouth to discover my body. He kissed every inch of me, sucking on my nipples until they were distended and tender, kissing between my legs, his tongue laving at my clit until I came. And then he started all over again.
“Micah, I can’t,” I moaned, my nails biting in his back. “I need you. I need you.”
“It should have been me,” he whispered, suddenly sounding pained.
He raised his head from my breasts and I saw regret mingling with his passion.
I stroked his face. “Micah?”
He leaned into my touch. “I should have been your first, Cupid.”
Yes, that would have been perfect. Instead of with Graham in the back of his parent’s Range Rover. But I wouldn’t go back. Not if it led to this moment. “What does any of it matter as long as you’re my last?”
My words, the promise in them, shattered whatever control Micah had. He leaned over the bed and opened the drawer of his bedside table to remove a foil. His eyes were dark with need as he ripped open the packet with his teeth. The taut desperation low, deep in my womb coiled tighter as I watched him roll the condom up his thick hardness.
Micah’s hands depressed the mattress on either side of my head, his chest lifting off my body. He nudged my knee with his and I opened my legs wider at his silent request.
I gazed into those beautiful gray eyes, letting him see everything I felt.
He stared back at me, his cheeks flushed, nothing but love and tenderness in his gaze. “This is a dream come true, Cupid.” Then he pushed into me and I grabbed onto his waist, holding tight at the pinch of pain. Micah was bigger than I’d expected.
I felt full. Overwhelmingly full and surrounded by him.
He withdrew a little and then pushed back in and the slight pain was eclipsed by pleasure.
“Yes,” I gasped, tilting my hips up to pull him deeper.
He let out an animalistic growl that made me unbelievably hot.
I cried out as he thrust, pushing deep, hitting that perfect place inside me, and gliding slowly out again. I arched my hips, trying to pull him back in.
“Cupid,” Micah grunted and I felt his thrusts pick up speed. Then suddenly his features hardened and he froze over me. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.”
“What is it?” I breathed hard. “Don’t stop. God, don’t stop, Micah. Please.”
“I’m sorry.” He stared down at me, something like awe in his eyes, his muscles straining in his arms. “I’m just… I’ve fantasized about being inside you a million times and now that I am… fuck, I’m so turned on I’m gonna come too soon, like I’m a fucking kid again.”
He looked boyishly frustrated by this while I gloried in the feel of my feminine power. It made that low, savage, needful part of me pulse with want. “Come then.” I arched into him again. “Just come. I’m not planning to get out of this bed any time soon so we have all night to come as many times as we can.”
Micah groaned with need. Then his thumb was on my clit, the delicious pressure leading me toward climax. My hips lifted against his as I came around him and his suddenly jerked as he shuddered and throbbed through his own release.