Page 37 of Flawless Lyric

As soon as I grab the sheet to try and watch him, he grabs my hands and spreads me wider with his shoulders. Immobilizing me. Enhancing the pleasure tenfold, since I can only feel what he’s doing. My other senses are on high alert and totally aware of every touch, sound, and smell. It’s sinful. Oh god, this man is not only a gifted musician, he’s an expert with his tongue as well.

As soon as the words, “I’m going to come,” leave my lips, he latches onto my clit. Freeing one of my hands so he can fuck me with his very talented fingers. Using that hand, I cling to the bed sheets and hold on tight. My body trembles through another explosive orgasm.

Once my body settles and my mind clears, I’m deliriously happy that his hand is still linked with mine. It might seem small and inconsequential to you but it’s huge for me. Micah’s a very attentive and passionate lover, and I’m the lucky girl who’s on the receiving end.

When his lips navigate a path across my belly to the very top of each hip and through the valley of my breasts, I shudder. And when the covers slip and reveal the man who’s lavishing me with all of this attention, I become emotional. I refuse to let my tears fall, but it’s in that moment when I know beyond a shadow of a doubt I’m falling in love with him. And I reprimand myself because it’s way too soon.

“Now that you’re wide awake, Beauty, how about some breakfast?” How many men do you know that would please a woman and deny themselves? None that I can recall with the exception of this man right here.

Reaching between my thighs, I stroke his thick cock the best I can while he’s still wearing his boxers. Increasing the pressure from root to tip. When his lips part as he closes his eyes, I feel empowered. He’s consumed with desire and it’s all because of me.

“Beauty, if you keep at it, you won’t be eating breakfast anytime soon.” A sultry laugh escapes before I have a chance to tamp it down.

“I beg to differ since I’ll be having you for breakfast.” And that’s when I sit up and slip my hand inside his boxers. Wrapping my hand around his very hard cock.

“Fuck me. I’m going to come in your hand.” Ah, I have a better idea.

“Nope. You’re going to come in my mouth.” Now his smoldering gaze is locked on mine before he lands flat on his back. Taking me along with him.

“I’m all yours, Beauty. Do with me as you wish.” Oh, I plan on it.

I capture his lips with mine, then suck his tongue into my mouth. Tasting my arousal. It’s a fucking turn on and I want more.

Biting his bottom lip, I kiss my way down his chest, abs, and then onto the promised land. His boxers are wet with his arousal and I don’t waste any time tugging them over his hips and throwing them on the floor.

Placing one hand on his hard cock, I slowly wrap my lips around the head, flicking my tongue underneath. When I take him deeper and deeper, he growls as his hands tangle in my hair. And when my hand begins to move to the same rhythm as my mouth, he moans. Oh, how I love that fucking sound, knowing I’m giving him as much pleasure as he gives me.

“Fuck, Beauty…”

When I pick up the pace and he hits the back of my throat, I use my other hand to start massaging his balls. Working his cock and balls in tandem. Trembling, his cock thickens and his hips tense. While his hands hold my head until I gag. It brings tears to my eyes, but I must be depraved because I fucking love it. Who knew I had a kinky side?

Not me, that’s for sure.

My saliva is running down his muscular thighs, my slick chin pooling on the sheets underneath his balls. I’m intent on pleasuring this sexy man so I insert two fingers inside of my soaked pussy and then use one digit to rim his ass. When he doesn’t complain, I insert the tip of my finger and breach his opening. Searching for his prostrate. I know the minute I find it because he’s coming in my mouth.

“Fuccccccckkkkk yessssssssss”

I swallow as much as I can but with him holding me in place, I can’t catch my breath. When his cock twitches, he lets me go and I suck in a much-needed breath. With tears streaming down my face, he sits up and thanks me with his mouth. Our tongues slip and slide and we share our arousals which become my favorite new flavor.

With both of us sated and spent, we land flat on our backs staring up at the ceiling. I’m blissfully happy and exhausted and the day has just begun. I’m desperate for a shower but too tired to move. Rolling to my side, I snuggle into him. Wondering why he’s so quiet. Afraid that I might have taken it too far.

“Beauty, you just rocked my fucking world. Only the doctor has gone where you’ve just been.”

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MICAH

“Let’sgo for a swim and then I’ll take you sailing.” She frowns and so not what I expected. Can she swim?

“I didn’t bring a bathing suit and swimming naked might get me arrested.” I’m such an idiot. I should have mentioned something to her when she was packing for the weekend.

“Wear your bra and panties, Beauty. Most bikinis are more revealing than your underwear.” I’m confused when she smacks my arm. Hard.

“Are you insinuating that I wear granny panties because I’m an old lady?” What?

“Fuck no!” I move in closer and kiss her pouty lips before I dive in deep. She tastes like orange juice and desperation. “Your ass is killer in a thong and I fucking love your tits in those fancy bras that you wear. Ain’t nothing granny about those.”

Shaking her head, she chuckles. Lightening the mood.

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