Page 74 of Stalked By Shadows
“Wondering if Lukas saw some of our weirdness and thought we fit that way, or it was luck. Well, I mean if you are interested, ‘cause I’m interested.” And again, I was tongue-tied.
“Remember what I said about the training thing?” Micah asked.
“Um, sort of?”
“When you can’t stop thinking of a person, that’s a training situation.”
“Well I can’t stop thinking of you,” I admitted. Worrying about him was a huge part of it, but his presence helped me relax, and I was fascinated by the little things he did, whether it was his endless knowledge of history, his skill with crafting and a sewing machine, or the fun way he engaged with kids.
“Me too,” Micah said. He kissed me, lips to mine, soft at first, an exchange of breath, and finally tongue. I sank into his mouth, enjoying the feel of him, the warmth, and the flavor of his interest.
We dueled a while, him sprawled beneath me on the little cushion and my pillow. Jet, obviously annoyed by us moving, wandered back to his little bed and promptly fell asleep. I rubbed Micah’s stomach, keeping my hand above the waist, but running my fingers under his shirt to memorize his skin.
“You can touch me,” Micah said. He guided my hand lower, to the button of his shorts. “I want you to touch me.”
“Yeah?” I said, kissing his nose and then his lips again. Breathing in the scent of him, and the thought of us together for real this time, made my heart flutter. Fuck I wanted him so much. Physically, yeah, but not only that. I needed to know everything about him, to take care of him even if he grumbled, and sit with him while he created. Sex would be icing on the cake. I couldn’t help but lick my lips at the thought of tasting secret parts of him. “You with me this time?”
“Mhmm,” he agreed, returning my kisses. His hand found my thigh beneath the kilt, running soft fingertips along the inside in an almost ghost-like caress, and I couldn’t help but let out a long sigh. “Sensitive,” he said.
“You have no idea. I could blow any second,” I admitted, hard as a rock and feeling like I didn’t need much stimulation for him to rock my world.
He gave me a wicked little grin. “You could blow me.”
The idea of my mouth wrapped around his cock, sucking him down… “Fuck, I really am going to come before we do anything.”
He laughed and the sound was glorious. “I like that I turn you on.”
“I would think you’d be used to turning guys on.”
“It’s not the same. Most guys are turned on by the thought of someone touching their dicks.”
“I’m turned on by everything you,” I said, laying it all out there.
He nodded. “Exactly.”
The material of his shorts rubbed against my thigh, and even that was sensual. “I think we need to get you a kilt too,” I said. “Easier access.” I flipped open the button of his shorts, pushing them down a little to tease the skin of his lower stomach, then traced his hipbones, skipping over his bikinis and cock to caress his thighs as he was doing mine. He trembled beneath my touch, letting out a long breath and watching me intently. “You’re sensitive too.”
“In a lot of places,” he promised.
“I look forward to exploring them all,” I said.
“Not cheesy at all,” he teased.
“Not purposely, but you knew what you were getting up front with me. And it’s not a line. I really do want to explore every inch of you.” Inside and out I thought. Not only the sweet lines of his body and trails along his flesh, but his mind and the million avenues of knowledge and creativity.
“Then let’s get started, yeah?” His lips captured mine. His hand found my cock, which nearly jumped into his fingers with the need to be touched.
“Fuck,” I groaned into his mouth. “I’m not going to last long if you keep that up.”
“We have all day,” Micah said. “Plenty of time for recovery and multiple adventures.”
“I am worried I am going to disappoint you,” I confessed. Micah was a former porn star. He knew a lot about sex, right? I didn’t. “My experience is quick back-alley or bathroom stuff. I know sex isn’t like porn. But that’s where most of my knowledge of it comes from.”
“Real sex is messier. Sometimes funny, bumped noses, premature ejaculation, or laughing yourself silly. That’s all okay as long as you’re having a good time and it helps to like the person you’re with.”
“You like me?” I asked.
“I do.” Micah guided my hand back into his shorts and helped me cup his balls through the fabric of his bikinis. The weight of him in my grasp made me feel like I was holding something precious. Not because it was his sex, but because it was his trust.