Awakening (20 page)

I’m only in my boxers when Mira pulls back.  She quickly turns around, showing off her perfectly round ass, and grinning over her shoulder.  She’s baiting me and I’m playing right into the trap.  I quickly drop my boxers, trying to win back control, and her eyes drift south.  Mira’s mouth parts and a slight moan escapes her lips. 
I’ve got you right where I want you.

Not taking my eyes off hers, I walk into the shower, moving her back toward the spray.  When she’s fully under the nozzle, I go back to her hair, making sure it’s saturated.  I take the bottle of shampoo and conditioner mixture and massage it into her thick locks.  Mira’s eyes are closed tight, her tits rising and falling quickly with the shallow breaths she’s taking.  Her lips are turned up and the panting noises coming from her make my dick throb; begging for release. 

I rinse the soap from her hair and start washing her body when she stops me.  Looking at me, hungrily, Mira moves her hands down my body, gripping me tight when she reaches my cock. 

“Thanks but this is what I was looking for.”  The sound of her voice alone has me ready to burst.  I try calming down and think about baseball, my grandma or my parents having sex but nothing helps; I’m about to be unraveled and it’s all because of Mira Adams.

Mira starts stroking me root to tip, and it’s the most amazing feeling.  I lean my head against the cool tiled wall.  Mira’s hand is working over time; no longer long and fluid movements but quick and perfectly paced to get off.  “Fuck my life, Sweets, you need to slow down,” I say between groans.

“Babe, there’s going to be fucking, but it’s not gonna be your life.”  With Mira’s sultry voice ringing in my ears, I grab her hand, pushing her backward.

“Not so fast, Sweets.  I have plans for you.”  I make a dash for the wash cloth and run it over my body quickly with some soap.  I try to be nice and wash her but she rejects the idea.  This makes my life just a little easier; I have some prep to do in the bedroom before she’s done. 

“See ya when you’re done,” I say as I step out of the shower.  Mira’s jaw drops almost all the way to the floor, frozen in place.  “Don’t forget your vest when you come out.” 

I grab a towel from the rack above the toilet and walk into my room.  I don’t have candles or anything so I have to make do with the tools I
do
have; radio, dim lights and myself.  I sit on the edge of the bed, hearing the shower still running, and think about jerking off just to make sure I last longer.  It’s a running joke around here that you don’t want to fuck a girl you really want on nut number one; you always prepare and go at her on nut number two. 

Thinking of Mira and only Mira, I take myself in my hand.  Base to head I stroke myself in slow fluid movements.  The more I think about the soap running between the crevice of Mira’s generous tits, down her tight flat stomach, and finally making its way to the bare lips I yearn to taste, my strokes become shorter and quicker.  With my other hand, I grip my balls and gently massage them as I imagine tasting her sweet essence and having her on my tongue.  I feverishly pump faster, gripping myself tight, dreaming that my hand is Mira’s tight walls milking my own orgasm.  It’s mere seconds later and I’m thrusting my hips upward with my final strokes, allowing my release to erupt violently across my stomach.

I barely finish taking care of myself when I hear the shower turn off and feet slapping against wet tile.  I hide the evidence and dim the lights to a sexier level and decide against the radio in fear of commercials that talk about less than sexy things.  Mira walks out of the bathroom, wrapped in a towel that’s a little too short and doesn’t quite meet in the front leaving her thigh exposed and the cut thrown over her arm.  Mira puts the vest down on the dresser and turns to face me.

“Do you have anything for me to wear?”  Mira has to be smarter than this.  Tonight isn’t going to be one of those nights where clothing is needed; in fact, it’s prohibited.

“Come here,” I say, not caring that I’m stark naked as I walk toward her and reach for the towel.  I take the part that’s stuck into the top by her tits and pull it loose, letting the material fall to the floor.

“You’re so beautiful.”  I pick Mira up; she molds her body to mine and locks her ankles behind my back.  I don’t think it matters at this point who kissed who first; all that matters is we’re one in this moment. 

I gently lay Mira on top of the blanket and let my hands roam over her damp skin, feeling the softness in places I’ve only dreamed of before.  It’s a selfish thought, I know, but I can’t help but take my time even as Mira’s withering below me.  By the time I’m getting to her tits, I feel like the whole nut number two thing was a fucking lie. 

I take my time giving affection to Mira’s ‘more than a handful’ tits, massaging and kneading them, tweaking and pinching her nipples and round it off with a bite that has her back arching off the bed.  The flexibility of this girl is unreal.  It’s when I start kissing down her stomach, stopping just above her pubic bone, that I see Mira’s true colors.

“Don’t toy with me, Sky.  Please.  Come on,” Mira begs, wiggling up the bed to give me better access.  Just when she thinks she has me, I move to the side and kiss the inside of her thigh, purposely letting my face rub against her most sensitive parts.  She’s going to come apart at any minute.  Next time I won’t be so kind and I’ll make her need to come more than she needs to breathe; this time, I’ll give in and show her why she’s going to be happy with me for the rest of her life.

I lightly run my tongue across her lips, opening them with my thumbs to find the sweet spot I’m looking for.  I latch onto her clit, alternating between sucking and lightly biting.  As I suspected, Mira shoots off like a rocket in a matter of seconds, grabbing the back of my head and shoving me further into her body riding out the waves of pleasure. 

I want this night to be all about Mira, so I’m surprised when I try to climb back up the bed to kiss her neck and she pushes me back.  I’m about to question her but she pushes me onto my back and climbs over my legs, straddling my waist.  I hope she continues to shock me like this forever, a man can get used to this. 

“I’ve been dreaming of this before I knew it was a dream.”  Mira looks lost in her head.  I know we were together during the coma but I need her to be with me right now, in this moment.

“Sweets, look at me.  I need you here.”  I gently lift her up and angle myself at her entrance.  When our eyes meet, I slowly enter; my face probably contorting with a mixture of pain and ecstasy.  Mira’s wet enough to take me, but holy hell, the girl is tight.

“Fuck, Mira, you feel amazing.”  Mira starts moving, slowly at first gradually picking up speed.  Sitting straight up, rocking her hips, I’m getting a full view of her glorious body.

“Oh God, Skylar, this is even better than I dreamed.”  I want to reach up and caress Mira’s tits but she takes that over for me.  With one hand on my leg, holding her body up while she rocks against me, the other is manipulating her nipple, slightly pulling on the erect peak. 

Since my hands are free, I grab onto Mira’s hips and thrust into her as she’s moving.  I need to be closer, I need to
feel
closer.  Pushing myself into a sitting position, I cradle Mira in my lap; thrusting into her. 

“Oh my God,” Mira says between pants.  I can feel her starting to clench around my cock.  Grabbing her hair from underneath, I pull Mira’s head backward and lick the entire way up the column of her neck until I reach her ear.

“I love you so fucking much.”  I’m at the end of my rope and I’m not going to be able to hang on much longer. 

Within seconds, Mira’s body starts quaking and she’s trying to hold back, waiting for me.  “I’m with you,” I groan into her neck.

I’ve never gone bare before let alone come at the same time and when I tell you it’s an experience I never want to live without again, believe me.  Coming apart, each of us, holding on to each other is the most erotic thing ever.  As Mira’s clawing at my back, trying to get more, I’m tugging her hair so hard I’m scared I’m going to pull it out; but she’s enjoying the shit out of it.  My girl likes a little pain with her pleasure.

Mira climbs off my lap, almost unable to stand and goes into the bathroom to clean up while I grab the towel I used earlier to take care of myself.  When Mira comes back into the room, she clicks the switch off by the door and gets in bed, scooting as close as she can to me.  This is all new to me and I’m praying that I don’t fuck it up or do something that’s offending. 

I take Mira in my arms, tucking one arm under her pillow and the other across her waist, pulling her even closer.  I can smell my shampoo in her hair and it’s a whole new kind of intoxicating. 

“I love you, Skylar.  Sweet dreams.”  Mira’s voice sounds hazy and exhausted.

“I love you most, Sweets.  No need for dreams, I have mine.”  It’s the truth.  For four years I’ve dreamed of Mira being in my bed, sated and being there because she chose to be there
.  Speaking of choices
.

“Mira, what made you choose me?”  It’s probably not the right time to ask, but I have to know.  I have to know what is so special about me that it was worth her risking being all alone if Danny and I hadn’t talked.

“Sky.  I didn’t choose you, my heart did.”  That’s all I need.  I stole her heart just as she did mine.

CHAPTER NINETEEN

Mira

The bed next to me is cold when I wake up.  I’m refusing to open my eyes.  With my luck I’m going to be in a fucking hospital bed again and I can’t stomach the thought of going through all of this again.  I feel around behind me, hoping that Skylar’s just further on his side of the bed, but nothing.  No warm body next to me and the spot where he should be is cold.

Really?!?  Fuck. My. Life.

My stomach turns but I still refuse to open my eyes.  If I keep them closed, none of this is happening.  I’m still in bed with my forever, cuddling naked next to his muscles.  Naked?  I almost forgot I was naked when I fell asleep.  If I’m still in the buff, this has to be real, right?  I put my hand to my breast, under the blanket and find smooth flesh and a puckered nipple. 
Yes!

Slowly, I open my eyes and barely recognize my surroundings.  I’m a little lost, staring at the unfamiliar night stand, dresser and blanket until I see, sitting on top of the dresser, a Hooliganz vest with my name written all over it.  Feeling ecstatic, I jump out of bed and wrap myself in the sheet.  Looking around further, I see Skylar’s clothes lying crumpled just outside the bathroom door and the water in the bathroom is running.  I tip toe to the door and hear music playing lightly; something sweet, mellow and almost haunting.  The woman’s voice is impeccable and the meanings behind the words pull at my heart strings. 

I walk into the bathroom to find the mirrors fogged and Skylar’s phone propped up by the sink playing the music.  I can’t see beyond the opaque glass of the shower doors, but I can make out Skylar’s silhouette. 

“Hey,” I say, opening the stall, dropping the sheet and stepping inside. 

“Hey.”  Skylar grabs my hips, bringing me toward him and kissing my forehead. 

Like a true gentleman, Skylar switches spots with me so I’m directly under the spray.  I’m wetting my hair when I feel something hot and wet covering my breasts.  Looking down, I see Skylar looking up at me, almost playfully, and smirking with my nipple in his mouth.

“Sorry, they were right there and I couldn’t help myself,” Skylar says, pulling back to switch back to his original spot again.

“I wasn’t complaining.  You could have continued.”  Oh, yeah, he totally could have continued.  I wasn’t upset in the least.

“Later, we have plans today.”  I give him a half cocked smile and have a clever idea.  His eyes burn with lust as I start to sink to my knees and it makes those butterflies in my stomach start to flutter all over again.  I’ve never been so excited to do this in my life, and I know it’s because I’m hopelessly in love with this man.

I start softly, placing my lips around the head and swirling my tongue for a few rotations.  Skylar’s mouth parts just before he leans his head back, almost into the spray but still blocking it from drowning me.  Beneath my touch, his cock is growing and I start to second guess myself.  How am I going to fit him in my mouth?

I open my mouth further, relax my jaw and get to work.  I keep my fist at his base so I don’t embarrass myself if I can’t take him as far as I want.  My other hand is reaching up, over his abdomen, and scratching my nails down the trail that leads to the happy place.  I feel like I’m able to take more so I move my fist and surprise myself when I feel his cock reach the back of my throat, possibly further.

Skylar’s fingers find my hair and the back of my scalp, lightly pulling and pushing with my motion.  His pace starts to quicken and I know he’s getting close.  Since this wasn’t a regular occurrence with Danny, I’m not quite sure what to do from here.  Do I let him come on my tits or do I let him come in my mouth?  Suddenly, a conversation that Kylee and I had a few years ago streams in HD through my head.  The phrase that keeps playing over and over again is, “Spitters are quitters.”  I know my plan of action.

I put my fist back around his base and take my pace into over drive.  The grip on the back of my head is tightened, the pushing and pulling becomes more frantic and Skylar’s using his hips, pumping toward me when I take him down.  I take my free hand and massage his balls.  I feel them tighten and pull upward and I know the male anatomy enough to know what’s coming next. 

Skylar lets out a low groan and the first spurt hits my tongue; hot and salty.  It’s not the greatest taste but it’s pure Skylar and male so I take him as far as possible without gagging, allowing the fluid to slide down my throat without much work from me. 

I release Skylar’s cock from my mouth with a popping sound and stand up.  Wiping the corners of my mouth, I smile at him coyly.

“Well, that was a surprise.  A very wonderful surprise.”  I think for the first time in ages Skylar might be as a loss for words.