Never Give Up - Heidi Lis Page 0,46
are now catching fire and blazing out of control.
Looking at him half naked, short circuits my brain and my ability to breathe. After finding my voice, I nervously admit, “My body has had to make some changes over the past few years.” Okay, that is kind of telling him the truth. Since having Michael, my breasts have become fuller, more rounded you could say. My hips are definitely a bit wider, but thankfully, no stretch marks. Those nightly baby oil rubs worked wonders.
His moan lingers. “Well, whatever you did, you look fucking amazing.”
Oh shit, he has no idea what he’s saying.
Going down to kneel in front of me, he gingerly kisses his way down my body. A kiss, a lick, and a nibble an inch at a time. Paying particular attention to each breast, I can’t help moaning as I arch my body into his, eagerly awaiting mouth. Bracing myself, he keeps unleashing his brand of torture. To stay on my feet, I have to hold onto his shoulders for dear life. I’m so lost in this incredible feeling, I roll my head back rolling in waves of ecstasy.
His warm touches are soft, yet demanding. Kneading and tantalizing my breasts, he continues leaving a trail of scorchingly hot kisses that take me to new heights. Micah’s definition of foreplay is anything that will drive me insane. This little erotic scene is about to get even hotter. Micah pays homage to my belly button by swirling his tongue around it, dipping in a time or two. It’s a mildly weird sensation that has me squirming. I’m trying my damnest not to giggle.
Not to deter him from his passionate touches, I rock my hips and let my eyes roll back in my head. Giving into passion, he plays my body like a fine tuned instrument, further igniting my libido. Erupting like an inferno, my blazing desire escalates when his hands rest on my hips. It suddenly dawns on me that his lips have slowed and are inching closer my tattoo. A tattoo I’ve completely forgotten until now. I tense up as I look down into his eyes. Gently, he traces his finger around it, but careful not to touch it. He is so sweet as he delicately places a kiss over top. No words, no questions…he let it go…and I was so thankful.
Enjoying the feel of his hands, I close my eyes and let out a whispered moan. “Oh Micah, you have no idea how much I have missed you. No idea at all.”
He responds by tightening his grip on my hips, breathing heavy. Looking intently, all I see in his face the minute his eyes search mine is heartfelt sorrow. “Baby,” he raises his eyes to meet mine. “I’ve missed you more, need you more. I have to touch and taste you, take you to the moon and back, baby.” Tracing the elastic of my shorts, he pulls them down my legs. Inch by slowly aching inch until they reach my ankles. I step out of them, kicking them across the room. Harder than I needed to, but hell, they were in my way of getting what I want.
He laughs, watching the path where my shorts ended up. Raising his sparkling baby blues back to mine, his smile disappears, and raw lust flares in his eyes. “Damn, look at you baby.”
Must be my red lacy thong. I just pulled out a random pair after my shower, without a clue that this would be happening tonight. Right now I’m thanking my lucky stars I grabbed a sexy pair leaving my granny pairs for another night.
“Going to taste you now, pretty girl.” His voice sexy as hell. He traces a path with his tongue along the elastic of my thong. Micah’s foreplay is one for the record books. He is setting my body on fire with just his tongue. He has not even touched me where I need him the most, but damn when he does, I will detonate for sure.
It’s been a life long dream to be with him again like this. My body has yearned for him, and ached to remember.
Using his thumbs, he runs them along each side of my panties. Up and down he’s inching his thumbs closer to my now drenched core. I’m moaning so loud, my neighbors might hear me, but he couldn't seem to care less. He’s taking his sweet time running his nose back and forth as his fingers reach over and rip my red