His eyes flick to mine and he presses a hot kiss to my lips as his fingers work to undo the button of my jeans. The sound of the zipper being pulled down makes my heart take off at a gallop.
He dips his hand inside my panties, fingers teasing my sensitive skin, slipping through my folds. He pushes two fingers inside me, and I gasp, my eyes widening. He murmurs against my lips, “Not still sore, are you?”
It’s been about a week since we had sex that first time. “No. I’m fine.” And I am, but this is still so new and we have all this garbage between us to sort through.
Somehow though, as he slowly pumps his fingers in and out, I forget everything except how good this feels, especially when his thumb starts to play with my clit. A moan drops from my lips and my legs quake. My hips gyrate against his hand until a shimmer of pleasure begins to wash over me, and I become still, trying to remember how to breathe. My face must tell him everything.
“Yes, baby. Let go. Come all over my hand.” The combination of his filthy encouragement and the dexterous flick of his thumb over my clit has me losing all control, making me writhe as he fucks me with his fingers.
When my core finally stops pulsing, my eyes widen at the hungry look in Micah’s dark eyes.
“That was so fucking hot.” Beneath me, Micah’s dick is harder than steel. “You are seriously sexy when you come, baby. You make all these little noises that have me almost coming in my pants.” He lets out a loud, exaggerated groan before he presses an open-mouthed kiss to my neck.
“Micah, I want to make you feel good, too.” I climb off of his lap and kneel between his knees. We maintain eye contact as I unfasten his jeans, and he lifts his ass as I work to pull them down enough to free his cock. It’s long and thick and even more impressive now that I’m up close and personal. Before I can second-guess anything, I take the base in my hand, reveling in the sensation of it being so hard while the skin is soft and smooth. Mesmerized, I watch as my hand moves up and down his shaft.
Micah leans back into the couch cushions and bites his lip, his eyes glued to me. “Hold it tighter,” he grunts. “You can be rougher than that.”
I have no doubt my eyes just got really big. “Show me?”
His brows go up, but then he wraps his big hand around my smaller one. His grip is surprisingly firm. Together we stroke him for several minutes. His eyes flutter shut, and his lips part. If I’m reading his expression right, he likes what I’m doing. And it’s only now, since he’s stopped watching, that I get the courage to lean forward and flick my tongue over the moisture beaded at the tip.
“Oh, fuuuuckkk.” He lifts his head, his chest rising and falling quickly as I wrap my lips around the head and swirl my tongue. Experimentally, I give him a little suction. He chokes out my name. “D-Daph. Holy fuck.” He grips the couch cushions with both hands.
Sliding my tongue around some more, I take more of his dick into my mouth, sliding him in and out in time with my hand. When I peek up at him, he looks like he may pass out. Or die. I’ve never seen a man like this. The feeling of power is so heady, it makes me dizzy.
I worship his cock like it’s my favorite flavor of popsicle. Before long, he’s trembling hard, his abdomen clenching, his thighs shaking beyond his volition.
“Daph?”
I release his cock from my mouth, kissing the tip as I look up. “Yeah?”
“Baby, take off your shirt. Bra, too.”