“I love this spot, right here.” He nibbled on that very same dimple above my left ass cheek that he’d just mentioned before moving to the right. “And this spot.”
Mike was completely naked, as was I. He hovered above me while I lay there, relishing in the way he continued to worship me, or so it felt. It was is if he couldn’t get enough, and I knew the feeling because I knew without a doubt feeling like I felt when I was with him was my new favorite.
“To be honest,” he cooed gently, kissing up the pattern of my spine before pausing between my shoulder blades, “I love every single part of you.”
Lowering his body over mine, I instantly felt how hard he was as his erection pressed against my ass. With a light shift of his hips, he moaned in my ear before sucking at the base of my neck. That simple movement triggered me to part my legs and allow him to slip between my thighs. His hardness glided over me slowly and erotically, causing my eyes to roll and a moan to fall from my lips.
“Damn, you feel good,” Mike continued to whisper near my ear as he pushed his hips forward then pulled back, gliding over me without actually entering my awaiting body. “So wet,” he continued to tease.
I loved when he verbally expressed what he was feeling while being intimate with me. It was the biggest turn on I had ever experienced before. It was a mixture of lustful words and meaningful phrases, each one hitting me in the place deep inside that only Mike could penetrate.
“You do realize that the two of us can be very dangerous for one another.” I looked back over my shoulder to find him smirking in that cocky, confident way I’d seen before, though never in this kind of situation. “Now that we’ve let go and have begun to explore, I don’t think we’ll ever stop.”
Um, no. We would not stop.
I was just about to tell him so when I felt the tip of his cock push into me before he pulled back, making me groan in protest. I felt him smile against my neck before he repeated the movement, only this time going deeper. “Is this what you want?”
Nodding my head, I pushed back against him, taking him inside me further.
“Jesus,” Mike said with a growl, shifting forward, and entering me completely. Together we moaned, saying the other’s name in unison. We remained in that very position for a few seconds before he began to move, drawing out each withdrawal of his hips before pushing in deep once again.
“What are you dreaming about, pretty girl?” Mike’s deep, husky, sleep-filled voice asked from my side, and a silly grin took over my face. “Must be good.”
“Oh, it was way more than just good.” It was then that I finally turned to look at him and found he had his eyes closed. A matching silly grin was on his lips, his hair matted and sticking out in so many different directions. Thoughts of my tugging on those locks as he tortured me with his tongue. After he’d made it impossible for me to squeeze my thighs together, I had no other means to express what I was feeling. It was that or scream so loudly, the neighbors ended up calling 911 and breaking down my door, thinking some innocent girl was being murdered inside.
Note: I was definitely nowhere close to innocent, at least not when Mike was around.
Who had I become?
“You keep rubbing your ass against me the way you are, I’ll be forced to find that tiny little spark of energy I’m sure is still inside of me somewhere deep and hidden and used it to make you squirm.”
“Promises, promises.” Mike smacked my ass, catching me completely off guard, and I squealed.
Suddenly, he had me on my back and his body was holding mine to the floor. His lips lingered, skimming over mine but never actually kissing me. “Are you laying down a challenge?” I shook my head. Oh my God, this man was trying to kill me. “Because you should know that I never back down. I’m a must win kinda guy, Mad. You know this about me already.”
“This is going to get complicated.” I had too much attitude in me not to attempt to fire back at him. It wasn’t like me to shy away from a battle of wills. “Because I like to win too, so how are we gonna both win?”
“Don’t you think we have already?” His expression instantly softened, and though I wanted to keep going back at him, I couldn’t. Talk about swoon, this man knew how to weaken me. The irony in that was not missed. Mike had just won, with one simple, sweet make-my-heart-melt phrase.
He was right; we were not definitely going to be dangerous together, for so many different reasons.
Trouble never looked so good.
***
“So, I take it things are good with you and Mikey now?” I sat on the couch, wearing a pair of shorts and Mike’s t-shirt, staring down at him where he slept on the floor. A huge mound of couch cushions and throw pillows formed a soft place to lay, and a large blanket wrapped over his body made him appear so at peace. He was curled on his side, one arm tucked up, and his hand resting under his cheek.
“Or should I take your silence as an answer?” my mother interjected once more, reminding me that I was on the phone with her and that she had asked me a question.
“He’s good,” I finally responded, knowing she would keep pushing. “We’re good.”
“Okay.” There’s that, or maybe not. “Is it good, or is it really good?”
“Mom,” I tried to warn
