Freedom in the Smokies (6 page)

The heat penetrated her body, his palms on her lower back making her arch into him. The gentle pressure of his fingers pushed her stomach against his erection. She tipped her head back to see his face better. He was several inches taller than her. He wasn’t laughing anymore.

The hands on her back inched upward, gathering her shirt with them as she gazed into his eyes. The cooler air of the room hit her torso and gave her a chill. Goose bumps rose over her skin as Micah grabbed the T-shirt and tugged it over her head.

He smoothed his hands down her shoulders, across her collarbone, and then danced them over the lace of her bra. The material was so thin, she could feel his warmth. The delicate lace abraded her nipples as they pebbled and pushed against the tight confines.

Micah didn’t let his gaze leave hers as he trailed a path across her chest and around to her back. With expert fingers, he popped the clasp on her bra, brushed it off her shoulders and tossed it to one side.

Now, he leaned her back a few inches and lowered his gaze. He moaned. That had to be a good thing.

Kaitlyn could hear herself breathing heavily, as though she’d run into the room. She couldn’t move.

“Kait… You’re so gorgeous, baby.” He wrapped his palms around her breasts and lightly flicked his thumbs over her nipples. “Your skin is so smooth…”

She flushed, knowing her nerves would create a telltale red splotchy design across her skin.

When he dropped to his knees in front of her and sucked a nipple into his mouth, she grabbed the mattress behind her and squeezed. “Oh God,” she moaned, her mouth hanging open.

His lips were exquisite. Her breasts ached, the tips reaching for him as he switched from one to the other. With his hands, he kneaded them as he sucked. His tongue flicked over her nipples until she writhed against the mattress.

Each time he switched to the other breast, the abandoned one tightened further as cool air blew across the wet tip.

While Micah continued to lick and kiss across her chest, his hands lowered to her pants. She barely noticed until he popped the button of her jeans and eased the zipper down. In moments, he pushed the denim over her hips and pulled her jeans over each foot without stopping the assault on her chest.

Now she wore only her skimpy lace panties. The cool air of the room sent goose bumps over her body. Or maybe it was her nerves.

Micah released her nipple, stood and lifted her under the shoulders to set her on the bed. He glided his fingers down her body, over her chest and across her abdomen, until he reached the elastic of her panties.

“So sexy.” His voice was barely audible. “The white makes your pale skin look darker.”

When he set a knee between her legs and climbed onto the bed, she scampered backward.
He needs room, right? Or are you trying to escape his gaze, his hands, his mouth?

Kaitlyn lay back against the sheets as Micah tugged the comforter out from under her. Silk. Cool against her burning skin.

He didn’t give her time to consider anything. Which was probably for the best. If she overanalyzed, she’d be freaked out. Instead, he pulled her panties off and brushed them aside.

“Spread your legs, baby. I want to see you. All of you.” His voice was firm, but soft.

Kaitlyn let her knees fall open. “I’m underdressed here.”

Micah glanced down and smiled. He whipped his T-shirt over his head and it fluttered away. “Is that better?”

The field wasn’t even, but she couldn’t bring herself to ask him to take off his jeans. She wanted to see what lie beneath but feared it at the same time.

His gaze returned to her spread legs, a renewed flush covering her body as he leaned into the V of her thighs. She braced her feet against the mattress, an attempt to keep her legs from shaking under his perusal.

A war blazed inside her mind. Two sides fought for control of her physical body: anxiety over the unknown battling the need to be consumed by this man who was about to claim her.

Micah took a long deep inhale, luxuriating in the scent of his mate. It took a strength he hadn’t known he was capable of to keep from yanking off his jeans and slamming into her moist heat.

She’s a virgin. Give her time to adjust
. And, Lord, he wanted to enjoy this first time. More importantly, he wanted Kait to enjoy it. He wanted her to writhe and squirm until she couldn’t breathe and the only sound in the room was her screaming his name as she came.

And he intended to coax several orgasms from her body before he took her. The more she came, the more relaxed she would get, and the easier it would be to accommodate his girth.

He wasn’t small. He knew that. He’d seen other men. And she was tiny compared to him.

Micah settled deliberately between her legs and grasped her thighs with his hands, spreading her wider until she gasped.

Her elbows went out from under her and she flattened onto the sheet.

God, she smells fantastic
. Her musk filled his nostrils as he lowered his face toward her pussy. He couldn’t wait another second to taste her.

With the first pass of his tongue across her clit, she arched off the bed. She moaned—loud—and twisted her head to one side.

Micah gripped her thighs at the top and held her down while he took a second lick across her swollen nub.

His mate panted. “Micah…” Her head swiveled to the other side. Did she think she could hide her face?

Her hands gripped the sheet.

Micah lowered his gaze to her pussy again. Her clit poked out of its hood, the pink nub swollen and begging for more beneath the dark curls. She was so innocent. So pure. Untouched. It humbled him.

He glanced lower. Her sex glistened with moisture. He blew against the wetness and then dragged his tongue through the slit at her entrance. Even that was tight. His cock strained against the zipper of his jeans and he pressed himself firmly into the mattress to arrest the impending orgasm. He was going to come without her sweet fingers even wrapping around his length. Hell, with his pants on.

Micah pressed his tongue into her pussy and sucked. He couldn’t take another moment without devouring her. He needed her taste filling his mouth. Honey. Spicy sweet.

“Oh…my…God.
Micah
.” Her voice squeaked and she squirmed to get out of his grip. He held firm, sucking around her entrance while fucking her with his tongue.

Fuck, she’s tight
. Tighter than he could have imagined. Her pussy gripped his tongue as though unwilling to release him.

He flung one arm over her stomach to get a firmer grip on her. His chest held one leg, his free hand the other, as wide as he could hold her. When he released her pussy and sucked her clit into his mouth, she screamed. Her body tightened. The second his teeth grazed the little nub, she shattered.

She quaked. His chin rested against her opening and the pulsing of her core vibrated against his skin.

Micah sucked and nibbled until she flinched.

She grabbed his arms with her fists and squeezed. “Too much… So sensitive…” Her voice was lower than earlier.

Wiping his face on the sheet, Micah looked up to find his mate’s arm over her eyes. Her chest heaved. He climbed up her body. “Look at me, baby.”

She peeked, but let her forearm relax back over her eyes. “I…”

“You’re gorgeous. That was beautiful.” He pulled her arm away and gazed into her eyes. “Thank you.”

“Thank
me
?” She smiled. “Shouldn’t I thank
you
? You have your jeans on still. I just had my first orgasm and the earth shook.”

“Your first?”

“We’ve been through this…” Her voice trailed off.

“Yeah, but… I mean, even though you haven’t had sex, doesn’t mean you’ve never had an orgasm. Don’t you masturbate?”

She turned red, not pink…red. And then she shook her head.

“You’ve been missing out, Kait.” He trailed a fingertip over her parted lips and down the hollow of her neck. “That’s so fucking hot, by the way.”

“What is?”

“Not only am I your first partner, but your first orgasm was at my hand—or mouth, I suppose I should say—and I get to watch you masturbate for the first time too.” He watched her face turn from red to flaming.

“Riiight. I don’t think so.”

“Oh, baby. I can’t wait to watch you get yourself off. It’ll be the best porn I’ve ever witnessed.”

“You watch a lot of porn?” Her head shook back and forth subtly as denial over the idea of touching herself leaked out her pores.

“Not often, but I won’t need to ever again now.” He lowered his face and kissed her. He didn’t force inside, knowing she might not be ready to taste herself, but she surprised him. Her tongue reached out and licked the seam of his lips.

And then she surprised him again. “I need you.”

Micah ran his fingers through her hair, the long, silky, black locks spread across his pillow.
If I concentrate on the strands for a minute, maybe I won’t come before I get inside her
.

“Micah?”

He looked back at her face. “I’m getting there. Give me a second or I’m going to come while I pull my jeans down.” He wasn’t kidding. The friction of the zipper alone would harden him further.

“Let me.” His previously timid little mate pushed his shoulders and pointed next to the bed.

Micah stood, his legs shaking. Could she tell?

Kaitlyn scampered over to the side on all fours. Her breasts swung under her. He sucked in a breath. They were not huge, but more than a handful and quite large for her size.

When she plopped onto her stomach and reached for the button of his jeans, he moaned. The sound of the zipper filled the room, reminding him of when he’d tugged hers down. His jeans sat low on his hips and fell to the floor when she released the closure.

“Commando,” she whispered.

He stared at her head and then followed her gaze as she reached for his length. One stroke of her fingertips and he stepped back.

“What?” She looked up at him. “I can’t touch you? You touched me.”

“I never used my fingers, to be fair.” It was lame, he knew.

“So…I can touch you as long as I use only my mouth?”

Micah groaned. He narrowed his gaze at her while a low rumble continued through his throat.

She climbed off the bed and approached him. “You want to argue semantics or give me a chance to return the favor?”

Micah froze.
Shit
. He wanted her mouth around his cock more than he wanted his next breath. However, he would be beyond embarrassed if he allowed her to touch him with her tongue. He’d shoot off like a teenager.

When she bent to kneel in front of him, he grabbed her shoulders and held her upright. “Not this time.” His voice sounded like he had laryngitis. “I’m not going to last. And I need to be inside you.”

The hold he had on her brought her body up against his. His cock bobbed against her stomach, begging him for release. He pulled her closer, trapping his length between them. And then he took her mouth again.

He would never get enough of her. He’d never been a huge fan of kissing, but she was divine. He’d be content to kiss her all night. Almost content.

Micah inched her backward, still gripping her shoulders, and cleared his throat. “Climb back up on the bed. Lie down.”

Her sexy ass swayed when she turned around, enticing him as she climbed back onto the bed and lay in the center.

He couldn’t move. He stared at her, spread out before him, the flush still lingering on her skin. “Kait…”

She swallowed, her face totally serious, her mouth pinched shut in a straight line.

Micah crawled onto the mattress, his cock aching with need. Instead of situating himself between her legs, he gritted his teeth and lay along her side. He needed to build her back up. He wanted to make this good. He wanted her to come. Hell, he wanted her to scream his name again, so lost in the pleasure she didn’t notice the initial discomfort.

Leaning his head against one hand, he stroked her warm skin with the other. Her arms, her thighs, her stomach and finally her breasts. He watched her chest heave as he circled her nipples in a spiral, not quite reaching the demanding tips jutting toward him. He alternated back and forth until he reached the deep red buds. With her body relaxed and building a new wave of arousal, he pinched a nipple between his thumb and forefinger. As she gasped, he released the puckered tip and immediately lowered his hand to the V between her legs.

“Micah,” she mumbled. “Please.”

She wasn’t ready. Not yet. He breached her opening with one finger and twisted it around.
So fucking tight. I’m doomed
.

Switching positions, Micah crawled between her legs and knelt there, sliding a second finger into the constricted space. With his free hand, he gripped his cock and squeezed. The shaft was in danger of exploding.

Think of something gross
… His mind wouldn’t comply.

Instead, he concentrated on his mate. Her eyes were glazed over but focused on the junction between her legs.

Micah spread her wetness, pulling his fingers in and out and swirling around her clit and back into her core.