Page 65 of Love Song, Take Two

“Holy fuck,” she mumbled, quivering at the cold. He dragged the ice cube back up to her breasts and around each nipple, smiling as she squirmed under his touch. Every time he pulled away, she whined for more, so he obliged by adding another cube. Between her body heat and the temperature in the room, the ice was melting faster than he expected.

Popping a cube into his mouth, Fletcher shifted between Micah’s legs and teased along her mound. Her hips canted, a low keening sound falling from her mouth as Fletcher dragged the cube along the insides of her thighs. Micah’s legs parted some more and he almost swallowed the ice cube at the sight of her pussy bared to him. She was so fucking beautiful, it was almost unfair how perfect she was. Forcing himself to focus, he ran the ice along the inside of her other thigh while his fingers played with her seam.

“More,” she whispered. He popped the cube out of his mouth and gently rubbed it over her clit. Micah clearly liked that, because her hips thrust up eagerly. One to please, he slid it along her clit and down her seam until it melted against her.

“More?” Fletcher asked, knowing what the answer would be already. She nodded and he obliged, grabbing another cube and rubbing it over her clit as his mouth worked her pussy, fingers spreading her open so he could taste her.

Her sounds, movements and reactions were everything he wanted and more. When the second cube melted, he used his mouth to tease her clit, warming her up as his fingers penetrated through her slit. Pumping two fingers into her, he sucked on her clit, sliding his tongue back and forth over the bundle of nerves as his fingers fucked her. Her hips practically levitated off the bed as he curled his fingers inside her, dragging the tips along her inner walls.

When he twisted his fingers and flicked at her clit with his tongue, Micah’s body tightened and she came hard, a gasping moan falling from her lips.

As her body settled back into the bed, her chest rising and falling with her heavy breathing, Fletcher slid his fingers out of her and licked them clean. He moved over Micah and undid the cuffs, his fingers slowly massaging her wrists and the slight dents all the pulling and tugging had left behind. When he pushed the mask up to her forehead, Micah’s unfocused eyes blinked up at him.

“I think you broke me,” she mumbled and then burst into giggles, pressing her hands to her eyes. “In all the best ways, obviously.”

He tossed the cuffs and mask to the side and watched as she stretched her body slowly. “You might need another wash.”

“Yeah? What did you do to me anyway?” He nodded at the nightstand and Micah turned to glance at the items on the tray. “You know what…I had this fantasy once of being fucked by your drumsticks, so that’s pretty great. Except, I also realize now that there could be splinters and that would be unpleasant.”

He laughed and leaned over to kiss her shoulder. “I would never subject anyone to a drumstick fucking. That sounds painful.”

“Caramel?”

“Favorite taste in the whole world.”

Micah grinned and turned over to look at him. “What else tastes good?”

“You,” he whispered, tugging her into his arms. She snuggled into him, their faces inches apart and he nudged his nose against her jaw, inhaling the vanilla and lavender scent that followed her everywhere. “You’re better than anything I’ve ever tasted.”

“And yet, you covered me in sticky sauce.”

He grinned, his hands smoothing down her back as Micah’s fingers teased over his chest and stomach. “Payback for covering my dick in sticky shit.”

She snorted and turned her head to kiss him softly. “Totally worth it.” And then she was rolling out of bed, heading to the bathroom. At the doorway, she glanced over her shoulder and smiled at him. “You coming?”

Micah

I didn’t get to fuck Santa Claus.

It took her a few minutes to process where she was when her eyes blinked open. The bright light confused her, followed by the warm body pressed against her. Inhaling deeply, she got a whiff of mint and a small smile tugged at her lips as she remembered where she was—Fletcher’s bed. Everything about the night before had been pretty incredible, from meeting Fletcher Claus to the fruit roll-up blow job and the sensation play that followed.

She had to admit that she had never imagined she would get to enjoy something like that with him. Sex had become such a vague idea in her mind, so to have it with the man she loved was a big deal. God, she’d admitted to loving him the night before too. Micah pressed her lips together to stop from squealing like a little girl, because not only had she told him how she felt, he had reciprocated the feelings and they’d had the best night together.

Even though watching Fletcher sleep was at the top of her list of things to do, her bladder protested enough to drag her out of bed. Extracting herself from his arms slowly, so as not to wake him up, Micah walked to the bathroom completely naked. She’d made this trip a few times already and in that exact state of dress, which made her giggle softly. Once she’d emptied her bladder and washed her face, she tugged on her underwear and pulled on the flannel shirt hanging behind the bathroom door. He was still fast asleep and the sounds of his soft snoring infiltrated the room.

Downstairs, she fiddled around with his coffee machine and got a pot started. They’d cleaned up after dinner and the sticky blow job, so his kitchen was spotless. But being there brought everything back into focus. She remembered the way he looked when she told him that she loved him—the shock and adoration in his eyes, the confusion and frustration that she beat him to the punch. She recalled the way it felt to suck his cock into her mouth while it was covered in strawberry flavor and his fingers were tangled in her short curls.

While the coffee brewed, she found his Santa coat hanging by the door. Smiling to herself, she swapped the shirt for the coat, smoothing it down so it covered her breasts, but left most of her body exposed. Micah poured out the coffee, making it her way and hoping Fletcher would like it, then returned to the bedroom and found him awake. He was sitting up in bed, sheets pooled around his waist, hair in a topknot.

Even their first time together, she had noticed that he wasn’t muscular and bulky like most men she met. Some would even say he had a ‘dad bod’, which was honestly really sexy. More than anything, he seemed so comfortable in his skin that all those other things didn’t really matter. Besides, there was so much else about Fletcher that was hot. From the silver in his beard and hair, the way he looked in his glasses, the tattoos on his bare chest that called for her to explore them some more.

But it was his expression that had her attention right then.

“Fucking hell, Mick.”

“Nice, right?” If her hands were free, she would have flipped the coat back, exposing as much of herself as she could, while setting one hand on her hip. Alas, coffee.

“You told me about your slightly concerning fantasy about my sticks last night, but I never told you mine.” His voice was scratchy with sleep and gruff in the sexiest way. “You in my clothes. I dreamed about it countless times and I could never have imagined how fucking good it would be when I got to see it for real.”

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