Page 78 of Possessed By Shadows
Chapter 25
Ididn’t dream for which I was thankful, instead falling into a deep recharging nap that I roused from only because I was being prodded to move. Okay, well, I’d been teetering on waking for a few minutes and wondered what time it was.
“What?” I asked, barely awake enough to get up and follow Micah up the stairs to the loft. My body didn’t protest the stairs as it ran on autopilot, sleepy, warm, and pliable.
Micah shoved me down on the bed and turned on the lamps, illuminating our area and his sleep tousled hair. He had also put on underwear. No fair. I stared at them, and realized the tight little pair was made from a fabric scrap I had bought on a whim featuring dildos in the shape of each Marvel character’s attributes and colors.Like the Hulk was…enormous and green. I hadn’t realized when I’d ordered the fabric, that it had been stretchy. I was still learning terminology after all. But waking to my boyfriend in snug, stretchy undies with dildos printed all over them made me hot.
“Is it hot in here?” I mumbled, gaze focused on his undies and the outline of his happy to see me cock stretching through the fabric. “Anyone told you recently, you have a really nice dick?”
He snorted and crawled on the bed, capturing my face with his hands and kissing me soundly. I sank into his lips, closed my eyes and breathed him in. The nap had helped, but having him in my arms, that was my focus, and strength. He recharged me like nothing else could.
“Should I be wearing undies too?” I asked when we finally broke the kiss. “Not that I’m complaining. Why is it that you wearing undies is even sexier than you naked?” Like an added bit of mystery, or the strain of his hard cock against fabric, the tip outlined in wetness as he was already dripping with desire for me. For me! “You are so hot.”
He sat half across my lap, legs sprawled over my thighs, my back to the wall as he leaned forward to rest his forehead on mine and breathe for a minute. It was like being in my space, sharing that small area, recharged him too.
“Can I touch you?” I wanted to know. “Or is this a Micah-is-in-charge-don’t-interrupt thing?” Sometimes he had this insane need to dominate. And that was okay. He’d order me to my knees to suck him off, or onto all fours so he could play with my ass for a while, his expression always intense, focused, and demanding. I was usually rewarded for my obedience with edging and the best fuck I could remember ever having. Every time better than the last.
“You can touch,” he said reaching for my cock and finding a long, stroking rhythm that helped coax it from semi-interested, to oh fuck yeah.
I sighed sweetly into his lips, catching them for a kiss again, and ran my fingers over the outline of his cock through the fabric. He had a great dick. Maybe I was just partial. But he wasn’t small or delicate there like he was everywhere else. His heft fit my hand well, and when I took him down the back of my throat, it was a test of my gag reflex to take all of him. He wasn’t insanely long. But I had a fondness for exploring his cock that I couldn’t really explain, and he fitinme perfectly.
In the past six months together I’d begun to read a lot of gay romances, thinking maybe there were tips there on how to make my sex life with the ex-porn star better. I didn’t want to bore him after all. They weren’t all that realistic, but gave me some great ideas.
“You still want me in you?” Micah asked.
“Always. If I could wear you, I would.”
“Creepy,” Micah laughed. “Turn over so I can get you ready.”
I paused because turning would mean I couldn’t stare at his dick and rub the delicious length of it through those undies.
“You don’t want to?”
I did. Of course, I did. I didn’t need the preparation, but man did I like the play. “Just admiring the view.”
Micah grabbed my chin and kissed me again, ending with a kiss to the tip of my nose. “Keeps me from just being a giant horn dog.”
“Snug undies?”
“Yes. The hug of them is a reminder to wait and not just jizz all over you like some teenage boy.”
“I like your jizz,” I said.
“But you take longer than me,” he pointed out. “Up soldier boy, on your knees, ass in the air. I want to tease your pucker.”
My ass clenched in need at the thought. “Fuck.” It took a second to turn, me testing my hip, which was only mildly sore, but relaxed enough from the nap that I could lay down, pillow under my chest, ass in the air. The first time I’d done this, it had felt vulnerable, dirty. Lots of my youth growing up in the South coming back with a vengeance. But if this sort of pleasure was a sin, I guess I was headed to hell at warp speed, cause I wasn’t giving it up any time soon.
I turned my head enough to stare back at him over the swell of my ass, and watch him assess what was in front of him. He started with massaging my cheeks, squeezing them, running his fingers down the crease, a thumb teasing my hole for half a second. I jumped, couldn’t help it. The sensation so intense I could have thrown myself at him and begged to be used.
“Sensitive?” Micah said, his gaze finding mine with his eyes half-lidded and looking dark in the pale lamp light.
“Oh yes,” I mumbled. “Might not need much play.” Though that was rarely the truth. He turned on my libido, but I was still slow to reach climax most of the time. Which he seemed to enjoy.
“Yeah?” He said like he was teasing with the idea. “I doubt that.”
“Sorry,” I said.
“No reason to be,” he replied. He leaned forward, kissing one cheek, lips hot and soft. Then delivered a tiny bite. I gripped the pillow and sank into the feeling. He pressed a fingertip to my taint, slow at first, a gentle bit of pressure, a caress to warn me of things to come.