The Key To Micah's Heart (Hell Yeah!) (27 page)

Micah asked the question with a smirk on his beloved face. Madison closed her eager hand around his cock, grateful for the chance to touch him again. “Only if you promise to stay for a while.”

A growl escaped Micah’s lips and he plunged himself inside of her with full force. “Fuck me,” he groaned.

The absolute rightness of being inside of her again was indescribable. With desperate bliss, he fucked her with every inch of his sex.  

Madison clung to him, she felt complete. Micah filled her, a tight, tense fit. Pulling out, he dragged the head of his cock over sensitive places deep within her, then plunged deep again, stealing the very air from Madison’s body.

“I thought I’d lost you forever,” she whispered into his ear.

“Never. I would’ve moved heaven and earth to return to you, Madison. I’ll never leave you.” 

Micah plowed into her with soft strokes that were still full of force. Her vagina stroked his cock, worshiping him, pulsing in the age-old cadence of a woman accepting her man. Their lips found each other and they kissed for what felt like an eternity. The rasp of his beard felt foreign on her face, but his lips were unmistakably Micah.

All the while they kissed, Micah slipped himself in and out of Madison’s pulsating sheathe. They took brief respites for air, but Micah was insatiable, keeping his thrusts even, kissing her neck and shoulders while Madison regained her breath.

Their lips crashed together again and Madison closed her eyes, giving herself over to the joy of being in his arms. He seemed to grow inside of her–longer, thicker, harder. She gladly accommodated his every thrust. Give and take. Give and take. And he gave so much–pleasure, fire, exquisite friction that built and built–a growing, pulsing, heat that she greedily accepted–a heat that swelled and spread until it flared in an intense, perfect, pounding release.

“Micah!” Madison dug her nails into his back as he rammed every inch of his rigid cock in and out of her faster and faster until an orgasm that had been building for almost two weeks overtook him.

He let out a roaring groan as he burst deep and hard, shooting a hot stream of cum deep inside of her.

For long moments they held one another. Madison wouldn’t let him roll away. “Don’t move. Please. I want to hold you.”

“I missed you so much.” Micah confessed, burying his face into the warmth of her neck. He didn’t really understand, but this woman held the key to his happiness in a way he’d never expected.

Madison smiled. “I missed you too. I’m so glad you’re home.” She tightened her arms around him, celebrating in her heart that he was home and she was there with him.

The power of words…

Rays of a bright midday sun greeted Micah from his bedroom’s west facing window when he finally rubbed his eyes open. He stretched and reached for Madison. She was lying on her side, facing the other way. He took a minute to just look his fill at the beautiful lines of her body, especially that spectacular ass. He curled an arm around her waist and kissed her shoulder. When she didn’t stir, he gave one more lingering kiss to the soft skin of her neck, then turned to see the clock on his bedside table.

“Shit!” he whispered as he read one-fifteen in bold red letters.

He rubbed his eyes again. “How the hell did I sleep without that little jerk waking me up?”

Thunderpunch was nowhere to be found in the room and Micah figured he must have sensed his master’s exhaustion and left him alone to sleep. Whatever the reason, Micah felt invigorated from a good rest, the first one he’d had in two weeks. Part of him wanted to just lie there in his comfortable bed with this gorgeous woman beside him for the rest of the day and most of tomorrow, but a rumble came from Micah’s stomach and he couldn’t fight it any longer.

Madison rolled over when she felt movement in the bed. “Morning,” she said through sleepy eyes. Micah was standing at the dresser across the room. She watched him pull a plain white T-shirt over his head to go with the orange UT lounge pants he already wore. “Come back to bed,” Madison said, reaching her hand toward him.

“Sorry, sugar.” Micah came to the bed and kissed her on the forehead. “This kid is famished.”

“I’ll go make you something.”

Madison pushed back the covers, but he stopped her. “You just stay in bed. You need the rest.”

“You just spent almost two weeks on the run in Mexico. If anyone needs the rest, it’s you.”

Micah stilled her with his hand and leaned down to whisper in her ear. “Trust me, baby. Two weeks away from you.” He slipped his right hand under the blanket and rested his palm over her mound. A jolt of electricity surged through Madison. “And two weeks away from this.” He pressed his fingers into her heat, giving her pussy a little rubdown. “Have built up quite a bit of need in me.” He dropped his head with a sigh, just indulging in the pleasant feel of her warmth on his palm. “I’ve got a thirst for some Madison and you’re going to need all your strength to survive me.”

“Where are you going?” Madison called out as he exited the room.

“To make us something to eat and order a new headboard.”

Madison looked back up behind her; the headboard seemed to be fine. “But it isn’t broken.”

“Yet…” Micah said without stopping.

Madison stayed in the bed for a few minutes, but the need to be with him pulled at her. She slid out of the bed and pulled one of Micah’s golf shirts out of his dresser drawer and over her heated skin. She tiptoed out of the room and down the hall. Micah had told her to stay in bed and she wanted to sneak up on him.

He came walking across the kitchen and Madison pulled open the door to a room she’d never been in before, to escape his vision.

Madison’s mouth fell open. The room was gorgeous. Rich dark wood shelves lined the back wall, only separating in the middle for a few feet where a tall window illuminated the room. A desk and a small table sat under the window.

The floor was marble, a light grey that looked cool and decadent. Drawing closer, she realized the desk was actually a thick slab of wood standing on four columned posts with what looked like a throne behind it. Two light brown leather chairs sat across the desk from the throne. Micah must take meetings in this room, she thought. In awe she moved closer to the desk. The wood beneath the protective glass was smooth and richly finished. Upon closer inspection, it became clear to Madison that it had once been a tree trunk. The dark rings stood out, and there were little metal tags shaped like arrows that had been pounded into the wood.

President Abraham Lincoln shot April 16 1865
, was engraved on one arrow.

A very short distance away from Lincoln the marker read,
Texas Admitted to the Union December 29, 1845.

Another arrow closer to the middle of the tree was labeled,
1210 Genghis Khan Invades China.

The tree must have been hundreds of years old and Madison marveled at it. The door to this room had always been closed and she had respected Micah’s need for privacy while he was gone. Now she wished she would have ventured into this room sooner. She read all the metal tags on the desk, then with great interest she let her eyes wander to see what else she could find.

The desktop was empty except for a phone and a picture in an ornate black frame. Madison picked it up. The image was of a much younger Micah. He looked to be about nine or ten. He sat on the front porch of a beautiful ranch house with a gorgeous blonde woman beside him. Micah had his arm around the woman’s shoulder, even at a young age he was bigger than the lady and he clowned for the camera. The woman had long dirty blonde hair and beatific smile on her face. Although she hadn’t seen it firsthand growing up, Madison could tell by the look on this woman’s face that she was Micah’s mother and very proud of her son. Reverently, she placed the frame back where she found it, her eyes moving on to other things.

Micah’s bookshelves were stocked from top to bottom; he even had one of those sliding ladders that allowed you to access the higher shelves. Madison ran her hand over the spines of the books, there were so many names she recognized. Mesmerized, she came to the middle of the shelves and the window. The platform separating the shelves was lined with some sort of material. Madison ran her hand across it, enjoying how soft and smooth it felt, like velvet or felt of some sort. On the platform, there was an assortment of scented candles. She picked one up and inhaled deeply. Sandalwood. The label lived up to its words, the suede colored candle had a musky manly odor.

Next to the candle was another picture frame. A group of men stood together dressed in desert fatigues. Madison recognized Micah, Kyle and Destry in the picture but not the other three men. Alongside the photograph was a jar filed with sand, sand Madison could only assume was from the location in the photo.

The last thing on the platform was a glass case. Under the glass was a light-blue school notebook. The book looked old and there was a dark stain on the bottom right corner where the pages had started to curl. The words LONG WAY DOWN had been scribbled across the top of the cover in bold capital letters. Madison considered lifting the glass off and checking the book out further, but she’d already encroached on Micah’s domain enough, she didn’t think it would be a good idea to violate something he clearly held sacred.

Out in the kitchen, Thunderpunch strolled up, making his presence known with a loud meow. Micah turned to see the cat and that was when he noticed the door to his study was open a crack. Being the soldier he was, no detail escaped his attention. Whenever he went into a bar, restaurant or any new place, he immediately scoped the place out, locating access and escape points just in case something went wrong. This practice had been ingrained in him by the military, he was always sizing things up, noticing the things that most didn’t. A soldier never let his guard down and Micah noticed every tiny detail.

“What do we have here?” Micah asked himself as he moved out of the kitchen.

He went to the slightly ajar door and glanced in through the small opening. Micah kept his place in tip-top shape and he knew that not a single floorboard squeaked or a door creaked when opened, so he pushed the door open a few inches, confident the movement would go undetected.

Ah, a little intruder…he smiled.

Madison was on her knees looking at the books on the shelves under the window. This section of the shelves had a slightly more adult feel to it. She saw the Kama Sutra and many other risqué book titles. She craned her head to the side and read one particular spine, The Art Of The Blowjob. With a secret grin, she made note of the title and author for later reference.

Micah watched from the doorway, he recognized the bright green golf shirt she had put on as one of his and with Madison squatted down, it had ridden up and her epic ass was in plain sight. “There you are.”

The sound of Micah’s voice startled Madison. She twirled on her feet and stood bolt upright quickly, exposing her naked front to Micah for a split second.

The brief glimpse of her pussy put a smile on Micah’s face and he crossed his arms and stood leaning against the doorway. “Find anything worth reading?”

Madison was embarrassed. She stood in place, fidgeting with her hands. “I’m so sorry.”

“What for?” Micah asked with a smirk.

“I shouldn’t be in here.”

“I don’t mind.” He moved into the room and went to his desk. “She’s amazing, isn’t she?”

“Very beautiful.” Madison wasn’t sure if he was referring to the desk or the picture of what she assumed was his mother.

Micah pointed a finger. “Can you believe this thing was around when Columbus landed in America?”

Madison joined him at the desk. “It’s a beautiful piece of furniture.”

“It’s a California Redwood stump. This is a smaller one, but some of those trees can grow up to twenty-two feet in diameter and be thousands of years old. Destry saw one in a client’s office in Brazil once. When he told me about it, I just had to have one.”

Madison noticed he hadn’t mentioned the picture, so she didn’t either. “Have you read all those books?” she asked after they’d looked at the desk for a few minutes.

“Oh God, it’d take years to read all of them. I’ve knocked a good chunk of them off over the years, but my ‘to be read’ pile is still pretty big and keeps growing. People know I like books, so they tend to buy them for me when they see one they think looks interesting.”

“It’s quite the selection you’ve got.”

“Something in particular catch your eye?” Madison didn’t answer right away and Micah’s trained eye caught her fidget for a short second. “I saw you looking at the shelf under the window when I came in, naughty girl.” He kept the more adult titles there and even his own books.

Madison played innocent. “Naughty girl?”

He slid into the chair behind his desk. “Uh huh. Go back over there.”

There was a certain tone in his voice that made his words sound commanding and forceful and Madison got a charge out of it. Her nipples perked under Micah’s shirt and she returned to the shelf as he directed.

“Now get back down there like you were when I came in.” He ordered. Madison did as she was told. “Good girl,” Micah said from across the room and she felt her pussy grow dewy.

Madison looked over the titles again. She could feel Micah’s eyes on her and she loved it. She brushed her hair off of her shoulder dramatically, enticing him to come over and explore her neck. She didn’t know how it had happened, but the temperature had risen in the room considerably even though the furnace wasn’t running.

“You even have some books by my favorite author.” She looked down the long line with one name on them. “You have all of them actually.”

“Who’s that?” Micah wanted to know.

“This guy who writes erotic romance. I swear the man is so in touch with what pleases women that it’s almost scary. Nobody knows his real name, but he writes under the pseudonym Don Juan.”

Oh, this was just too delicious. “Yes. I’m familiar with his work.” The smile on Micah’s face couldn’t have been wider and he was glad Madison was turned the other way or he might have given himself away. “He’s one of my favorites also. What’s your favorite book by him?”

Madison looked down the line and pulled her favorite from the shelf. “I just love Life Uncovered. The sex is so incredibly hot.” She held the book to her breast, thinking back to a particularly orgasm-inducing scene.

“Open it to page seventy-eight,” Micah said.

Madison opened it quickly, she knew exactly what he was talking about. She read the first line halfway down the page where the scene really got hot and heavy. “God I love this scene.”

“‘I can’t believe how good she looks’,” Micah started. “‘Standing there in front of me. It’s taking all I have in me to hold back. But she knows sex is about power. We both do.’”

Madison followed along with her eyes as Micah’s words mirrored the words on the page in front of her. “I see you’re read this before.”

“Five or six times.”

“Wow. Five or six times!”

Micah dangled a carrot. “That’s usually about how many times it takes before it’s done.”

“Done?”

“‘We’ve danced this dance before, some in real life, some in my head and many times in my fantasies. Which is what she is. My fantasy. She pretends she isn’t so obviously seducing me, but we both know she is. Prancing around in front of me, that extra spring in her step. She denies it every time, but she struts for me, tantalizing me with her ass, an ass she knows I’m obsessed with.’”

Madison got lightheaded suddenly. How did he know this particular part word for word? She’d read the scene over and over and each time it had affected her, but never as much as it now did hearing the words spoken in Micah’s husky voice.

“‘And what’s not to be obsessed with? I’d dine on her for hours if she’d let me. My head nestled between her thighs, a spot the closest to heaven on earth I’ve ever encountered.’”