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“You’re dripping, Mick.”
“This is what you do to me. Every single time.”
Both of them sat there, legs entwined and panting as they stared at each other. The vibrator lay between them, still buzzing softly. When he’d caught his breath, he repeated, “Lube?”
Micah nodded and licked her lips to steady herself as he grabbed a bottle from his nightstand. Even though she was wet and primed for him, it had been a while since Micah had a human dick inside her. Her vibrator and the dildo were great sizes, but it was what her body was used to. Fletcher’s dick? Bigger than her toys and definitely bigger than the last man she’d been with. Taking the bottle from him, she squirted a good amount into her hands and then tossed it aside. He watched her the whole time as she rubbed her hands together and then dragged them along his dick one at a time. She could hear him grinding his teeth as her hands circled his base and his head, thumb swiping over the bead of precum on his tip. Fletcher’s head fell forward, chin resting on his chest as she stroked him from base to tip again and when he growled out her name, she knew he would take matters into his own hands if she didn’t work faster.
“Fletch, look at me,” she whispered, hand around his base as she lined him up with her pussy. His dark gaze met hers and she smiled at how his jaw flexed as she guided him into her. That first night they shared had been slightly messy and there was some fumbling. This was different. They were both in much better control of themselves and each other.
Her breath caught in her throat as she pushed her hips forward, taking Fletcher deeper. Her toes curled against the sheets and she gasped as his hips snapped against hers, filling her up completely.
“Oh, fuck.”
“Jesus, Mick, you’re perfect.”
Her head lolled backwards, breathing a little unsteady as his dick twitched inside her. Her memories and imagination didn’t do justice to how fucking good he felt inside her. Their eyes met and she bit her lip at the look Fletcher was shooting at her—love, adoration, desire, passion and a desperate need to possess her. With every shift of her hips forward, he did the same and before she knew it, they were moving together, his cock sliding through her wet and hungry pussy. When he shifted forward, hands sliding down her thighs, the angle of his thrusts changed and her head spun at how good even that felt.
Fletcher’s lips landed on her jaw and she tilted her head away from him, giving him access to her neck as their hips rolled together desperately. His hands continued to wander along her legs, down to her hips as she met him thrust for thrust. It was the slowest kind of sex she’d ever had and shockingly enough, Micah was enjoying it.
Turning her head slightly, she caught his mouth with hers in a kiss that she felt all the way to her throbbing clit. His tongue swept between her parted lips and she moaned, clenching around him as he pushed as deep into her as he could go. A soft gasp escaped her through the kiss when his hand landed on the bundle of nerves, a finger teasing it slowly and seductively as their kiss deepened. When her walls fluttered around him, Micah leaned forward and gripped his biceps, on the edge of her orgasm. With one more gentle snap of his hips and a not so gentle pinch of her clit, Micah detonated with a loud shout of his name. The orgasm rocked through her, shivers wracking her body as she rode out her orgasm. Her grip on him loosened and she collapsed backwards, breathing heavily.
“Mick?” His voice broke through her orgasm haze and Micah hummed with a smile. He chuckled and his hands spread over her thighs and stomach. “You good?”
“Define good.” She carefully propped herself up on her elbows and found him watching her with a smile. “Are you?”
“Almost.”
Micah frowned and sat up fully, that’s when she noticed Fletcher’s dick was still hard and inside her. “Oh my god, you didn’t come.”
“Which is not the end of the world, but I would really like to come.”
“How do you want me?”
“Just the way you are,” he said softly and Micah rolled her eyes. He laughed and ran a hand up her stomach to tweak a nipple. “Lie back, please.”
She lay back down and he pulled out of her, making both of them moan. She was so satisfied and and her muscles were loose that when he moved her around, slipping pillows under her hips, Micah didn’t protest or question it. When he moved over her, she grinned and wrapped her arms around his neck. Their lips met as he settled between her thighs, his cock pressing against her slick entrance. She whimpered into the kiss, arching her back slightly to press against him some more. His hands steadied her hips and Micah playfully protested at not being able to move more.
She kissed him hungrily, one leg lifting to wrap around his waist. One minute she felt Fletcher’s fingers sliding through her slit, spreading her open and the next his cock was pushing into her. An unidentifiable sound escaped her mouth as she broke the kiss and her head tilted back. He thrust into her fully, burying himself inside her and she wrapped her other leg around his waist.
“Eyes on me, love bug,” Fletcher whispered as his hands landed on either side of her head. She blinked them open and found him smiling down at her. His hips moved steadily, first in slow rolls and then back and forth. Micah’s legs tightened around him and despite every urge to close her eyes, she focused on his face as he rocked against her. When his hips rolled in slow figure eights, Micah’s pussy fluttered and she fought against everything to come again. He rocked harder, hips moving in a slow thrusting motion as her hands wandered over his chest and up to his shoulders, back around his neck again.
When she thrust her hips up against his, she felt his cock pulse inside her. With a few more thrusts, he was coming, spilling into her as she clenched around him. His head dropped into the crook of her neck and Micah held onto him as they rode out their orgasms, bodies completely spent and wrung out from hours of sexual magic.
Fletcher
I’m drink! And corny!
Fletcher was supposed to be doing inventory, but his mind kept wandering back to his weekend with Micah. It had only been two days since he’d walked her out to her car before his shift as Santa. And in those two days, he replayed everything they’d done together. Sex on Sunday morning had been quite something, watching her body buck and roll against his, her pussy clenching around him so tight he was sure he’d black out. The rest of Sunday was spent pretty much the same way, except for bathroom and food breaks.
If that wasn’t enough, he was also smiling at the fact that she loved him.
That first night they shared together sixteen years ago was imprinted on his soul and he’d accepted that not only would he never see Mick again, he’d never connect with anyone that way either. Then she waltzed back into his life looking like the best thing on earth and he took that as a sign. And the last three weeks were proof that he’d made the right decision to follow the sign.
Except, he was now so distracted, he couldn’t get any work done.
When Emery and Nico had come in for their lessons the day before, Fletcher had let them go wild with their instruments. Which was a terrible idea, because despite being interested in learning, neither of them had any musical talent. He knew the right thing was to dissuade them from pursuing this any further, but at the same time, he felt bad about crushing their spirits. He would have to find a different method to get them into the right musical direction during their session later that afternoon.
“Why aren’t you picking up your phone?”
