Christmas Escape

Chapter Thirteen

Micah

I was nervous. I was no virgin, I never found it hard to find a willing bed partner when I wanted it. But this was different. I wanted to show Peyton that this wasn’t just a quick f**k. I wanted more than that. Her hand was warm in mine as I led her into my bedroom. The king-sized bed taking up most of the small room that I had chosen as my own.

I turned to face Peyton who was watching me with big eyes. Her pupils were blown, and I could see from the look on her face that she had no intention of ending this. She wanted me as much as I wanted her.

“If at any stage you want to stop, then you just say so, and it ends,” I said looking down into her face.

Peyton’s teeth sunk into her bottom lip, and she nodded her head. “I want you, Micah.”

I groaned. Her voice had become husky with need. My c**k twitched in my jeans at the look on her face. This woman was everything. I bent and pressed my lips against hers in a firm kiss. Peyton’s body melted against mine. Her uninjured hand stroked over the plains of my back and chest.

With trembling hands, I reached for the hem of her shirt, lifting it, only breaking the kiss long enough that we could get her shirt off over her head. Peyton wasn’t wearing a bra beneath. Something I had noticed more than once. Her pinkened n*****s pebbled in the cool air. I kissed slowly down over Peyton’s cheeks and throat. Peyton moaned. Slowly I moved towards her chest. Circling her n****e with my tongue while gently plucking the other between my thumb and finger.

Peyton gasped and rocked forward, pressing her breasts harder against my face. Her uninjured hand stroked through my hair, holding me tight against her. “That feels so good,” she whispered.

I moaned against her chest as I kissed my way over to the other n****e, rolling it with my tongue. It hardened further in my mouth. Kissing back up to Peyton’s throat, I looked into her eyes that were watching me lazily with pleasure all over her face. Taking her hand, I guided her over to the bed.

Once she was standing beside the bed, I reached down and slipped my shirt over my head. Peyton’s teeth sunk into her bottom lip as she watched me. I popped the button on my jeans and released the zipper. Pushing my jeans down over my thighs and to my feet, I kicked them off, so I was standing in my boxers in front of her. My c**k tented my boxers and Peyton’s eyes were drawn to it, causing it to twitch in my pants.

“Can I touch you?” she whispered.

I groaned as I nodded my head. Tentatively Peyton reached out and stroked my length through my boxers eliciting a long moan from my lips. “You’re so big,” she whispered almost to herself.

I chuckled. “You just have little hands,” I answered making her giggle.

I reached out and slowly began to slide her yoga pants down over her thighs and to her ankles. I lowered to my knees and slipped her feet out of the pants. Leaning forward I pressed light kisses against the inside of her knees.

“Sit on the bed,” I directed.

When Peyton sat down, the wet patch that had formed on the crotch of her panties was apparent. I groaned as I spread her legs open and pressed featherlight kisses against the inside of her ankle, up along her calves until I reached her knees. I skimmed my hands up the outside of her thighs. Peyton moaned and writhed lightly on the bed beneath me. Smiling up at her I continued my torturous slow kisses along the inside of her thighs.

Peyton’s breathing was coming in pants by the time I reached her apex. I pressed my nose against her centre and breathed in her arousal. Groaning, I skimmed my nose on the outside of her panties, over her folds to the bundle of nerves.

Peyton gasped and ground her hips harder against my face. Chuckling I lifted my head and took the edge of her panties, sliding them down over her hips and thighs. I leaned back on my knees so that I could slip them off her feet. I tossed her panties aside, before skimming my hands up over her thighs again and spreading her open for me.

Her dark curls were glistening with her arousal. Groaning I couldn’t wait any longer. I draped her legs over my shoulders and kissed against her p***y. Sliding my tongue through her crease. Peyton’s fingers threaded through my hair and her hips ground her p***y against me. Her honey coated my tongue, and I knew I was done, I wasn’t going to be able to get enough.

I licked at her bud, feeling her p***y tighten against my fingers as I slowly slid them in and out of her. Peyton’s moans filled the air, and the scent of her arousal filled my senses. Crooking my fingers, Peyton let out a long shrill cry and her entire body tightened around me. Her thighs clamped the sides of my head. Her fingers tightened in my hair, and she cried out my name over and over as her juices coated my tongue and chin.

I continued to slide my fingers in and out of her prolonging her orgasm for as long as possible. Once her thighs loosened and she released my hair, I glanced up. Peyton’s cheeks were pink, and her eyes darkened. She looked down at me through hooded lids.

“I need you inside me,” she groaned.

It was all I needed. I tore my boxers from my body and moved up the bed above her. Peyton locked her ankles over my lower back and with her uninjured hand she held onto my arm. “I’m probably not going to last long,” I admitted.

Peyton smiled and nodded her head. I glanced down at her centre as I slid the head of my c**k through her wet folds. Peyton moaned and her p***y contracted beneath me. Slowly I pushed into her entrance, feeling the walls of her p***y pull me in all the way. Peyton and I moaned simultaneously once I was completely seated inside her.

Slowly I started to roll my hips, grinding against her. I couldn’t take my eyes off her. She was beautiful. Peyton’s head was thrown back. Her eyes rolled and her thighs shook beneath me. Every moan that escaped her rosy lips brought me closer to the edge. It took everything in me to hold off long enough to ensure that Peyton reached that precipice once again.

Her p***y began to grip me tight, and I could feel her starting to milk me. I pressed my thumb against her c**t as I started to move harder inside her. Peyton’s eyes shot open, and she cried out. Her legs locked tighter around my hips as I thrust in and out of her. Pleasure was building in the base of my spine, and I knew I wasn’t going to be able to hold back much longer. My balls tightened.

“Oh God, Micah,” Peyton screamed before her eyes rolled in her head, and it was all I needed. My balls tightened and pleasure took over as I filled her with splashes of c*m after c*m.

The only sound as we came back to reality was our heavy breaths. Carefully I rolled off Peyton and laid on her side. Peyton rolled onto her side and pressed her face against my chest.

“Wow,” she whispered.

“You can say that again,” I said with a chuckle.

Peyton giggled and she gently stroked up and down over my chest. Our moment though was interrupted by a pervert moose knocking on my window telling us that we had been watched the entire time. Peyton fell back on the bed into fits of giggles when she realized what had happened.

“Maurice, you are a pervert,” I said with a shake of my head. Maurice almost seemed to smile as he turned from the window and wandered further into the yard.