Page 57 of Micah
She hasn’t even put her mouth on me, and I’m higher than a fucking kite.
She rocks on me again, pushing that hot pussy into my stomach, seeking friction. She’s stunning. She’s come so far in the last few weeks, but I had no idea she’d come this far. I had no idea she was doing orgasm homework.
I’m thankful I didn’t know.
Pretty sure I would have rubbed my cock raw knowing she was in her room playing with toys, chasing that O. Maybe one day, if I’m very, very good, she’ll let me watch.
Her weight drops forward onto my chest, and I just about shoot my load when her tongue laps at my nipple. I shout and buck, letting go of her legs to grab fists full of rug next to her knees instead. I’m losing control. No way will I let this end with her bruised.
She makes a happy little hum as she licks. Her fingers are playing with my other nipple while the long blonde strands of her hair tickle along my skin. Her soft, rounded stomach is pressing into my abs. And the rocking, the small uncontrolled rubbing of her pussy against me, continues. I’ve officially hit sensory overload.
“Sss…stop,” I stutter, freezing her in her tracks. “Too…much…gonna…come.” I pant, proud of myself for stringing together actual words and not just mindless gibberish. Her head rises slowly, those glittering eyes meeting mine. Our breathing is labored, and we suck in each other's air for a minute before her knees tighten around me. Planting her hands on my chest, pushing herself backwards, she lifts up, hovering over the cock trapped in my sweats, then lowers down until her pussy lips, trapped by her thin pants, are wrapped around the length of it.
I’m fucking drowning. “Gonna….come.” I tell her more urgently, between gasps. I want to push up, grab her hips, and make her ride me. But my promise holds me back. This is her show, completely.
Shuddering, she licks her lips. I’m lost in her glittering eyes. We’re burning up together. “I…I want to make you come.” She gasps. “I want to ride you. Like this. Can I?”
I tighten my grip on the rug, feeling it rip under my fingers. “Yes.”The answer will always be yes.
Forever.
She smiles, wiggling her weight deeper onto me, then starts rocking. Her movements are slow, but pick up speed, getting jerkier. Her mouth drops open, her eyes closing, small gasps and moans coming one after the other. Her breasts are bouncing in her top, and I’m desperate to get my mouth on them. Suddenly her moans rise in pitch. She’s going to fucking come. That knowledge gives me the strength to hold out just a little longer, determined to let her get herself there.
Use me, baby, any way you want.
Her body is shuddering and jerking, and it’s better than anything I’ve ever seen. I’m so wrapped up in her that my orgasm surprises the hell out of me, hitting me like a freight train. I do buck, unable to keep still as I empty my load.
In my shorts.
Called it.
She’s still rocking over me, drawing shudders out of both of us, eventually falling forward, resting on my chest. My hands come up, hovering over her back. Am I allowed to touch her?
She sniffles, and my body goes rock hard.
She didn’t like it. I mean, I fucking know her body liked it, but we’re not just battling her body’s reactions here. We’re battling her mind and her nightmares. I carefully wrap my hands around her shoulders, pushing her up so I can see her face. She sobs, then jumps up, rushing for her room. “Holly…ok?” I yell after her, trying to stand. My legs are fucking jello.
By the time I make it to her door, she’s closed herself off from me. I rest my head against it, feeling like I’m in purgatory. My body feels better than it’s ever felt. I came harder than I ever have, and I wasn’t even inside her.
But she’s crying and I’m gutted.
“Holly…talk,” I beg.
Her voice is raspy through the door. “I’m ok Micah. I just need a few minutes. Please, just a few.”
“Ok,” I say, rapping my fingers on her door, fighting my need to shove it open and take care of her. Awareness of the massive wet spot in my pants has me heading straight to my closet. As I strip, I smell her on me. No way am I showering that off. I’m keeping her with me tonight. I don’t bother with a shirt, just throw on a gray pair of sweats, then head back to Holly’s door.
I tap quietly, “Here…when…ready.” Then slide down the wall to sit beside her door, resting my elbows on my knees, propping my head on my fist.
I don’t know what happened, but I’m freaked that she’s in there in the middle of some shame spiral. Based on everything she’s said, that’s got to be the first time she had an O with anyone else in the room. Maybe she got caught up and took things further than she actually wanted to. She could be regretting everything.
I don’t know how long I’ve been sitting here, but with a soft click her door opens. She startles when she sees me so close to the door, but opens it wider to join me on the floor. She’s wearing the same pants, and she smells intoxicating. Her eyes are red, but dry.
“I’m sorry I ran away…I got overwhelmed.”
“I…do…something?” I ask hoarsely. “I was trying to be careful, but I lost a bit of control at the end there. If I scared you, I’m so sorry.”
“You didn’t scare me. I wasn’t afraid, really.” Her eyebrows arrow down. “I was…angry.”
