Gently her legs were pulled apart and he ran his tongue along the seam her folds made. "Micah," she breathed.
He dipped his tongue between her folds and found her clit. He suckled the tiny nub lazily. She felt her body begin to tighten.
"Micah!" she called out urgently, trying to twist her body so she could increase the friction. He was slowly driving her crazy.
His hands came up and he dug his fingers into her ass cheeks to hold her still. She felt her legs begin to shake and when he surprised her by biting down gently on her clit she flew apart.
"One," he said leaning back a satisfied look on his face.
"Oh gods," she croaked.
He winked. "Maybe just us demigods."
She thought now that her 'treat' was over he would lower her to the platform. She was shocked when his body rose to meet hers midair. He wrapped her legs around his waist and buried his face between her neck and shoulder.
"My one and only," he said softly.
"Make love to me Micah," she begged. "I need to feel my mate."
He pulled back and cupped her face with his hands. "I wish we could freeze time and stay in this moment forever."
She flexed her legs and rubbed her dripping core over his stomach. "If we are to freeze time, I'd rather you be inside of me for that lasting moment," she teased.
He chuckled. "Never say I don't give you what you ask for," he warned. He reached between them and guided his hot length between her slick folds. With a snap of his hips he drove himself deep inside of her.
"Yes!" she hissed.
He was relentless as he set the pace. She struggled at her air bonds and her hands were released. She wrapped her arms around his neck and held on.
Defying gravity, Micah made love to her as if desperation fueled his efforts. As the pleasure built between them she suddenly began to see fragments of moments.
Her laughing as he spilled his basket of fries on the floor giving her a pouty face. Him hiding in the shower to scare the hell out of her when she went pee. Lazy mornings eating breakfast in bed. Her throwing paint brushes at him in frustration while decorating their home. The look on his face when the pregnancy stone glowed amber. And making love. Thousands of moments of them making love compiled into one experience.
As he thrust for the last time roaring his release, she simply shattered as pleasure consumed her. Their souls rose up and whirled together, each holding a tiny piece of magic. When they settled into their bodies she could not only feel Micah, but also a bit of his air magic as well.
She tried to even her breathing but couldn't. She was sobbing but it was from pure happiness. What she saw, what they experienced could only be described as spiritual. Under her hands Micah shook as his hot tears trailed down her neck.
Slowly they drifted down to the swinging bed.
"I am never letting you go," he said sounding choked up.
"Well you'll have to eventually, especially if we're going to clean up," she said running her hands through his hair.
He pulled from her body and they both groaned. Every single nerve ending was still vibrating. His arms trembled then collapsed leaving him face down in the mattress beside her.
"Can you breathe?" she asked.
"No," was his muffled reply.
Laughing she rolled him to one side. As she scooted to the edge of the platform she ran her hand where her body was just lying.
"How? It's not even sweaty?"
Micah grinned. "Self-cleaning sheets. Leif perfected them for Vivi. Since he owed me a favor I got the next sets for the platform and the bed upstairs."
Serenity squirmed and made a face at him. "It didn't clean me. I'm heading to the shower."
Micah waved her on. "When I get feeling back in my extremities I'll join you."