“Yes,” I whined, my hips trying to push up into him, to force him to give me stimulation. He just responded by pressing a kiss to me again while holding me still until I calmed and let him take charge.
His fingers went to work, and within seconds he was pulling the fabric from my form. The cool air of his house made my skin prickle as it was exposed, and I barely suppressed a gasp as his hands slid down my bare thighs.
“No, don’t hold back,” he said, pulling my hand away from my mouth. “I want to hear all of it. Every single little noise. You let me know everything that you feel.”
I nodded, sinking down into a soft, noiseless place that made me feel heavy and content. It was a strange contrast compared to the raging need inside of me, but it wasn’t a bad one.
After my pants, his fingers found the bottom of my shirt and pulled it upwards. The excitement was ramping up in true fashion, and I helped him as best I could by raising my arms and arching my back.
Then it was up over my head and I was in just my underwear, spread out naked and wanting below him, his thick, powerful thighs on either side of my legs.
He sat up and looked me over, devouring my form with his eyes just like he had in his trailer. I would have thought that he was familiar enough with my body by this point, but no, he looked at me like it was the first time all over again and I was some goddess laid out across his sheets.
He really was something else.
However, all thoughts of those thoughts faded as his hands went to his own clothes, pulling his sweatshirt up and over his head then undoing the tape holding the ice pack in place. I would have protested, but considering how slender the thing was, it was probably already melted.
His slightly tanned skin was revealed to me bit by bit, and soon I could see his entire sculpted upper torso. How much time did he spend in the gym to be so jacked? I wasn’t sure, but I certainly was a fan of the build. More than I ever thought I would be.
I reached out to him, letting my fingers slowly slide over his frame. I had just touched him while I was tending to all of his various wounds, but this was different. That had been all about taking care of him, making sure I eased all his hurts. This was just about… being with him. Enjoying the feel of him and everything that attracted me to him.
I expected him to focus on his own pants next, but no. He leaned down over me, his hand sliding under my bra until his calloused fingers found one of my nipples, already hard and aching for him. Once more I found myself gasping, arching up into him while I begged for more. Always more. Something about the man made me endlessly hungry for what only he could give me, and it was deliciously maddening.
His fingers rolled the bud between them while his teeth went to work on my neck. The counterpoints of pleasure and pain were extraordinary, and almost too much to handle. I was caught between a rock and a hard place, and yet I had never so honestly wanted to be crushed.
“You are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen,” he rasped into my neck, his heated breath making me tremble.
There was that smooth talking again, making me thrum and grow wetter than ever. I let out a whine and pulled him down into another kiss. He chuckled, allowing me to yank him to me before his mouth devoured mine.
I was lost in the euphoria for several minutes, and I didn’t mind one bit. But eventually, Mickey seemed to want to move on, and he pulled away once more, his coaxing me up with him so he could unclasp my bra.
He didn’t waste a second after that, and soon my panties were off too, leaving me completely bare before him. I could feel him lean down again like he was going to settle, but I stopped him with a single hand to his chest.
“Don’t you think you’re a little overdressed?” I asked with a raised eyebrow.
His responding smirk was true sin, and he stood to slide his sweatpants down his muscled frame, his underwear along with it. I wasn’t surprised to see that he was already fully erect, his length full and flush with need for me, but it still thrilled me down to my very core.
I wanted him. I wanted him more than anything else in my life. More than success. When I was with him, my ambitions weren’t the maddening uproar that they were usually in the back of my mind. He made me feel at peace while also driving me absolutely wild. And if I didn’t have him inside me soon, I was going to go certifiably insane.