For a moment, I am embarrassed. I look away and search for excuses to give for my sudden forwardness.Of coursethis has nothing to do with the man I met in the alley. I surely do not feel aroused because of a faceless man who held me for nothing more than 5 minutes.
This is all for Mike. I love him and I want him. I am ready to share this with him because it feels right to do it with a man who loves me deeply.
"I—I…" I pause and touch the edge of my skirt.
It's not an act, or a ploy to widen his lust by appearing abashed.
"You want this?" He helps me say the words. His breathing is harsh. I can't afford to deny us this anymore.
"Yes, Mike. Yes. I want you." I swallow hard as I say it because it's not how I imagined it. There is a sting, a mental slap to my mind reminding me that I don't truly mean this. I only wish to satisfy my heightened curiosity just recently provoked by the man in the alley.
On second thought, I move to shift off his lap, but he misreads and hauls me closer to him, palming my ass in his hands.
I gasp, then I shudder. His erection is lined up with my center. "Emily, I am not saying I can't keep waiting; but hell, I have waited so long for you to say these words to me. Just let me know when you want me to stop, pumpkin." Mike breathes those sweet words before he kisses me fully on the lips. As usual, it's a gentle caress, one that builds nothing close to the excitement I crave. I push into his young hands and increase the pressure of my mouth on his. He is inching away, trying to steady the kiss, but I don't let him, I want so much more than slow and steady.
He forces my head away. "Do you have a cut, Emily?"
I almost forgot about that. How can I be so careless as to let him kiss me?
"I don't mind. It's kinda hot. I feel like aa vampire." When he says thisI laugh. "I just hope you weren't in some kind of danger."
"No." I affirm.
"Sure?"
"Yes. I forgot how to chew properly, that's all."
He laughs and our tongues collide. A moan leaves the back of my throat. I am moving above him, creating friction where I desperately need to be touched. There is an ache, an emptiness,frustration that ripples at my core, and if Mike doesn't do anything about it soon, I am afraid I may combust.
Our breaths come ragged now. He is moving with me, leaving dents on my mouth, my neck, my ears from his teeth.
"Mike," my head flies back and my lips hang open. I can't breathe. I search for air. I am grinding faster above him. He responds by growing even harder in his slacks. I doubt he has underwear on because he feels so close, so near—so good.
Why would Mrs. Fox make me deny myself this feeling? Why did I fall for her lectures?
I have been so naive for such a long time. It's finally time to let go.
Mike does something incredible to my curious body. As he sucks on my earlobe, his hands glide over my thighs, reaching higher and higher, higher still it goes.
My breath hitches. He has found my underwear. His fingers are creeping in like a thief in the night. Searching for the treasure between my thighs. I welcome him without question, widening my legs and planting them to the sides. He has to hold me tighter, so I don't fall, his free hand encircling my back.
Right there on the grass, I experience a celestial awakening. The moon has never looked more beautiful. It greets the birth of a new being.
I can't hold back any longer; I do not care if anyone hears or sees because Mike's fingers have found the most intimate part of me. His fingers are sliding on my soaked panties. My body flushes at the thought of how I must appear before his eyes. Something rises from the deepest part of me, frightening and overwhelming. I try to push away from his fingers, but he tightens his hold on my waist. "Relax, Emily. Give your body this, let go." The way his tender voice says it has me succumbing to the feeling with the snap of a finger. He slides a finger into my heat. I gasp.
He parts my sex lips.
I am hyperventilating. He hushes me and forces my eyes to his. Holding my gaze, he begins to rub lightly, moving from my clit to my tight hole. His fingers are a foreign body, one that feels good to my senses. I am making incoherent sounds, pushing into his hands like a whore. I can feel wetness seeping out of me, coating his hands with evidence of my arousal.
I see stars, planets, galaxies reborn; a blinding light that disperses into exquisite colors. Suddenly, I am back to earth. I can see the moon once again. The toads and the crickets remind me, once again, of their presence. Mike is looking down at me with an unfathomable expression in his eyes. My body spasms one more time, and I bury my fingers into his arms, which are still around me.
I feel exposed, ashamed—full of sin.
Mike pulls me close to him. I can still feel his erection pulsing in his slacks, but he makes no move that suggests anything sexual; he simply wishes to hold me.
"I love you, Emily," he says. I released a long breath that I didn't know I had been holding all this while. My muscles relax, and I revel in the feeling of what I can only presume to be the weakness that comes at the aftermath of a good climax that Maya keeps talking about.
"I love you too, Mike."