“Yes,” I breathed.
I saw the grin hit his blazing eyes before he warned, “Get ready for more.”
Before I could, he drove inside me.
Oh yes, what I’d been stroking was promising.
Rigid. Thick. Long.
Amazing.
My back curved up and my limbs curled in, cocooning him as he thrust hard, deep, fast.
“Yes,” I whimpered, not having come down, I was again climbing.
“Yeah,” he grunted and then kissed me.
I kissed him back, clutching him to me, gliding my hands over the muscles of his back, over his short-cropped hair, in every way drawing him in deeper, closer, wanting him to soar in the clouds with me.
I knew he was getting there, I could feel it, taste it, then I lost it.
But only for a second when he pulled out, flipped me to my belly, kicked my legs apart with his knee, positioned, yanked me up at my hips and reentered me, slamming me back with his fingers curled at my ribs as he powered inside.
“Yes,” I repeated on a gasp, taking over, pushing back as he thrust forward.
Mickey said nothing intelligible, but the power of his grunts matched the power of his drives, and both pushed me higher.
“Mickey,” I gasped as I again began to soar.
“Padded headboard,” was his reply.
Too far gone, all I could do was keep rearing back and blink.
Then I wasn’t rearing back.
He pulled out, flipped me again, lifted me up and walked on his knees until I crashed into the headboard and Mickey thrust back up inside me.
I looked into his blue eyes and moaned, “Honey.”
“Yeah, Amy,” he grunted, one arm around my waist holding me to him, the other hand slipping over my hip and in.
His thumb hit my clit right when he drove his cock deep.
“Honey,” I breathed and I was gone, arms curled around his shoulders, heels digging into his ass. The power of my orgasm meant I gripped his sex with mine as I clutched the rest of him to me and fought for air. So high it felt there was no oxygen left to breathe as bliss scored through me.
“Fuck, astounding,” he grunted before he groaned, “Amy,” and fucked me wild, his face buried in my neck, as he pushed me higher, making mine last longer, score deeper, and he joined me.
The pounding gentled and slowed before he slid inside and stayed there. He glided his lips up my neck, along my jaw and up where he caught my mouth, sweeping his tongue in, kissing me, this time wet and sweet.
I held him close and kissed him back.
Still needing oxygen, it was me who tore my mouth free and pushed my face in his throat.
Mickey slid his hand from between us, over my belly, around and across my back, tightening his arms and pressing deep, giving me a sexy, sweet hug as he called, “You okay, baby?”
I was.
I absolutely was.
Even though he’d wrecked me.
He gave me a squeeze, prompting, “Amy.”
“I’m good,” I replied faintly.
He heard it. He read it.
He knew he’d wrecked me.
I knew he did when his body started shaking and a low satisfied chuckle vibrated up his chest, but he did this moving back. He held me to him as he shifted in a variety of ways and I would know what he was doing when he slid me off his cock, laid me down in bed and touched his mouth to the base of my throat before he murmured there, “I’ll be back.” He rolled away and twitched the covers he’d yanked from under us over me.
I stared at my ceiling a moment before I turned to my side, languorously stretched, then curled into myself, pulling the covers up to my shoulder.
Mickey came back from my bathroom in nothing but his jeans, his eyes on me.
I kept my eyes on him too, delighted I was not wrong.
That body was hard everywhere.
And utterly fascinating.
I was in the throes of memorizing the definition of his collarbone as he sat on the edge of the bed.
I didn’t move, just shifted my gaze to look up at him.
He grinned at me as he brushed my bangs out of my eyes and slid the hair away from my cheek and over my shoulder.
“Been a while?” he asked gently.
If he hadn’t just wrecked me, I might find this question annoying.
Since he had and the answer was obvious considering I’d gone wild and come two times (maybe three), I just said, “Yeah.”
His grin remained as he bent to me, putting his weight into both forearms on the mattress in front of me and his face close to mine.
“Omelet on the counter, I take it you didn’t have dinner,” he remarked.
“Nope,” I answered.
“You like Chinese?’ he asked.
“Yep,” I answered.
His grinning eyes moved over my face as a breathtaking mix of tenderness and amusement slid into them, something else I gave him even as he was giving it to me.
“I’ll order delivery,” he declared.
“Crab cheese wonton and hot and sour soup,” I ordered instantly. “Surprise me with the meal.”
His gaze stopped wandering, he looked right at me and said, “You do know this means we’ll have to be irresponsible and insensitive to the starving nations of the world by throwing away that omelet. Eggs don’t keep.”
I had enough in me to narrow my eyes. “Don’t piss me off, Mickey.”
He pushed closer and dropped his voice low. “Think doin’ that’s workin’ for me, baby.”
Too sated to rise to the bait, I rolled my eyes.
“We’ll talk while we eat,” he went on after I rolled them back.
I held his gaze and whispered, “Yeah, honey, that’d be good.”
He pushed even closer and kissed me lightly.
Then he moved away and, not moving a muscle, only my eyes, I watched him bend down and snatch up his shirt. I also watched him tug it on as he sauntered out of my bedroom and into the hall.
He even made tugging on a dirty tee look sexy.
I sighed.
Then I snuggled deeper into my bed, thinking that had actually gone quite well.
Mickey was no longer seeing Bridget.
Auspiciously, at this early juncture, he expected exclusivity from me and intended to give the same.
The fact he didn’t text me since the morning of the day before was a simple mistake.
He was insanely phenomenal in bed.
And he liked Chinese.
Yes, that had gone quite well.
So well, naked and alone in my bed while Mickey was off ordering Chinese, I started smiling.
* * * * *
After ordering, Mickey came back to me and told me he was going over to his place to shower and get out of his dusty clothes.
He then sat at the edge of the bed again, but lifted me in his arms this time, kissing me thoroughly before he ended it, kissed my nose, placed me back in bed, got up and walked away.