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I'm Your Man	By : Beaverhausen13 Category: 1 through F > Friday the 13th: The Series Views: 673 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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We stayed in bed most of the morning, lazily kissing and fondling each other until passing out for a catnap that lasted until one in the afternoon. We’ve semi-roused ourselves since; I’ve thrown on a pair of PJ pants and Micki’s in her white satin robe as we sleepily pick up our clothes that had been tossed akimbo throughout the kitchenette last night.
            “That was a really great dress on you, Micki.” I acknowledge as she tosses it into the clothes hamper.
            “Thanks. I was hoping that you’d like it.” She responds.
            So that dress *was* for me. I had my suspicions, but Micki usually dresses in sexy outfits, so I had figured it was de rigueur. I stop at my stereo and hit the play button on the cassette deck. Leonard Cohen’s “I’m Your Man” begins to play and I grab Micki by her wrist just after she tosses the final piece of clothing into the hamper and pull her to me. “Dance with me.” I say, drawing her in cheek to cheek.
            “How can I say no.” she sighs in jest, arms resting on my shoulders as we sway gently to the music. The song is very appropriate. I could definitely howl at Micki’s beauty like a dog in heat, that’s for sure. She wears all colors pretty well, but she is just stunning in white. My hands move down to her lower back and pull her in closer so there’s no space left between us. Our cheeks graze against the other as our mouths find their way back together. It still never ceases to amaze me how passionate this is. Micki is the most electric lover I have ever known.
            I hope to the good Lord above that I really *am* her man. Nothing would make me happier. I deepen this kiss and my right hand on her back makes a slow, sliding trail to grasp the nearest breast over her silky robe. Everything about her is magical. Her hands are back in my hair as she responds wantonly, returning my passion with her own.
            The tape stops after the song ends, but that’s not stopping us. One of her hands slips out of my hair and glides down my back to grab my ass, “You have such a cute butt.” She comments as her lips move down my neck.
            The hand on her lower back moves to hers and gives it a squeeze, “So do you.” I manage out. The fire has begun again. And I’m not kidding, either. Micki has one amazing ass. Then again, every single part of her is amazing. I’ve been drawing these conclusions in my continuing investigation of her and the evidence stands.
            She’s still moving her lips further south, breaking my hands’ grasp on her body as she kisses her way down my chest, her body lowering into a kneel in front of me as she kisses a slow, lingering trail along the waistband of my pajama pants. I hope she doesn’t get stabbed in the neck; I’m fully at attention right now. Oh.
            She pulls down my pants and releases the dragon. Micki stares at it for a beat with this wicked gaze, “So pretty.” She breathes out on the tip before granting it a little kiss, then moving her lips in small kisses up and down the length of my cock. Fuck. Oh, this is incredible. I am getting head from Micki Foster. And it’s just out of the entire arena. She envelopes me with her mouth and I can’t help but gasp. Micki’s mouth moves slowly up and down with just the right amount of suction. I get a little weak kneed at this and gently grasp a fistful of hair, not to control what she’s doing; more just to hang on to something because every cell in my body has gone operatic. She is *good* at this. Unbelievably good. She’s added these soft little moans to what she’s doing and my knees buckle, so I grab onto the back of the closest kitchen chair with my free hand. This is too splendid. I will not ruin it by passing out with pleasure. She continues her blessed attentions and I feel close. Really close.
            “Uh, Micki…” I pant out.
            “Mmm?” she vibrates around my cock. Dear fucking Lord.
            “I’m gonna, uh…” I can’t even finish speaking. I want to make sure I’m following proper head-iquette, but I hope that was enough of a warning. Her movements speed up and her suction deepens, signaling that she knows what she’s doing and I am gone, blown away by a fierce, blinding orgasm from this incredible titian tigress at my feet.
            Jesus. She’s, just, my favorite person in the Universe. Micki gently suckles me clean then rises to take in my face. “You really are beautiful, you know that?” she says, her voice husky.
            “Not nearly as beautiful as you,” I tell her, tipping a finger under her chin, “That was beyond incredible, by the way.”
            “I figured it was well deserved. Especially after how hard you worked to please me this morning.” Her body molds into mine and she kisses the ball of my shoulder. My arms wrap around her in a firm hug and I pick her up slightly with her feet dangling off the floor as I move us back into her bedroom. “Ryan!” she exclaims, laughing.
            “I’m not done pleasing you yet.” I explain, like it’s the most obvious thing in the world. I ease her into sitting on the edge of the bed and punctuate it with a kiss. I reach down to her thighs and pull open the panels of her robe, exposing the skin underneath. “I’m dying to taste you again.” I kneel in front of her and kiss my way up her left thigh to the juncture between her legs. She leans back on her arms with her hands on the mattress, looking at me with wide-eyed desire. I dive in, her back arches and face goes to the ceiling, breath hitching cutely.
            I love what I can do to her. Honestly, I really could just do this all day. I kiss her nether mouth enthusiastically, finding her clit and proceeding to lave and suck that magical little nub of goodness. Her hips move up into my face and she’s so goddamn wet again that I feel the dragon make a reappearance. I’m a little surprised, but not too much. She’s just so fucking perpetually sexy, and what I’m doing to her has got me extremely turned on. My hand reaches up to the belt of her robe and yanks it untied, the fabric falling enticingly away from her glorious body. My word, she’s delicious. Her little moans are killing me, and goading me to suck and lick just a little firmer upon her pleasure center. She’s gasping again, hands gripping the bedclothes as I give a particularly intense suckle while moving my head slowly from side to side, never letting her clit leave my mouth.
            “Ryan, oh Ryan!” she moans out, hips bucking into my face as I feel her wetness bathe me in a sort of victory, “Oh my God.” Her entire body is trembling right now, right down to her toes. There is nothing sexier than she is right now. Nothing.
            I stop suckling when I’m sure she’s finished, pulling back to kiss the skin on her knees as she shudders with aftershock. I land next to her on the bed after a beat and kiss my way up her arm. “God you’re delicious.” I tell her in a low voice that’s laced with the fire inside me.
            “I was going to say that to you.” She turns toward me on her side and her robe falls open even more, exposing a delicate breast. I lean down and mouth the skin right above it on her chest. Our arms slide around each other, pulling our bodies together and she gasps a little when she feels my erection on her hip, “Already?” She barks out in a laugh.
            “It’s just what you do to me.” I reply, “It was kind of tortuous when I thought I couldn’t have you.”
            “Oh, poor baby.” She croons, kissing me tenderly.
            “You have no idea.” I say against her lips before intensifying our kiss and sitting up to bring her into my lap. Her legs move to straddle my waist and our groins make glorious contact; her sliding hotly against me as she writhes her hips in our position. She’s like a volcano as she eases down onto my lap. So hot and wet and tight and all-consuming. Our lips haven’t broken contact, which is just perfect because all I want to do is keep kissing her. One of my hands travels up the back of her neck to clutch at her curls while the other one fondles a breast. She’s doing her miniscule little hip circles again as she grasps fistfuls of my hair, our kiss growing even deeper as our hips rise and fall against each other.
            This has got to be the happiest day of my entire life. She just…feels like an exaltation of everything *right* with this world.
            And fighting evil all the time, that means something.
            I increase our pace slightly by bucking up harder and Micki matches my movements with her own as her hips start rolling more, undulating in my lap as she meets me stroke for stroke. The hand that was in her hair moves to caress a beautiful cheek and I finally break our kiss to muse “God you feel incredible” against her mouth.
            She kisses my jawline and down to my Adam’s apple, “Mmm, so do you.” She whispers, then begins to shudder in my lap. She leans back slightly and I use the opportunity to latch onto one of her breasts to assist in her impending orgasm. I kiss every centimeter of it before taking the nipple into my mouth and sucking hard. She arches into me and lets out a loud, long moan as she gushes into my lap. I hold her to me by gripping onto her back and am getting dizzy by the way her walls are vibrating around me. I remove my head from her breast and fall back onto the pillow so that Micki’s now positioned on top of me.
            God, she’s brilliant. She just fucking glitters. I keep moving my hips up into her as she writhes on top of me, hands anchored on my chest as she takes over the pacing a bit. Her movements are filled with erotic lassitude and I am taken in by her sensuous curves. I keep gazing up at her in awe, willing my hips to keep moving, to meet those startlingly beautiful undulations coming from hers in our crashing dance. I have to touch them, so I put my hands lightly on the side of each rounded, enticing hip. My fire is burning hotter than ever. It doesn’t help that she’s a blazing Molotov cocktail of hotness. Holy cripes I love her. Her hands trail from my chest to my stomach and her fingers graze my abdomen softly as her hips keep up with their movements like poetry on top of me. I’m utterly hypnotized by what she is doing to me and I can’t quit being entranced by her luscious curves, touching them so lightly you’d think they were made of china.
            Oh, I’m getting close. And I want to kiss her again. As enchanting as this visual is, my need to be as close to her as possible outweighs the former. I remove my hands from her hips and use my arms to sit back up, grasping her back and delighting in her chest against mine as our mouths clash together. My hips move up into hers with a powerful, deep thrust. I repeat purpose and her hips roll against mine artfully, moving again in those little micro-circles that drive me wild.
            I am a forest fire of need for her.
            My momentum is about as fast as this position will allow, but I feel it’s enough. Micki is beginning to inject little pants into our kiss and I think this might be it. If she goes, I’m definitely going too, because my God, I’m so close. Her little circles are driving me insane. Her hands slip from where they were locked around my neck down my shoulders to grab onto my biceps. She squeezes them once, then her whole body tenses up and the vibrations start. Good Lord have mercy. I shove up deep and hard and our kiss becomes frantic as I hold her as close to me as I can. Her inner walls clutch and shudder around me and that’s it for me. I am there. Tremors of pleasure flood my body as I continue to pound into a quivering Micki on my lap, still riding through her own delicious release. Our kiss has now gone from frantic to short, quick, and frequent kisses as our orgasms crescendo together. What a blessing she is. She *will* always be this incredible. I don’t think she has any other choice. Micki is just naturally sexually delectable.
            I supply her with one more kiss before completely falling against her with my head on her shoulder. Her head lands on mine in tandem and we softly pant into each other’s flesh, arms stroking backs with whisper like trails. I could stay in her arms for eternity. You can take that to the bank.
            Eventually, we remove ourselves from that position and are back to laying against the pillows, she on her back while I curl against her side with my head on her stomach. It’s so silky against my cheek and I am blissed out in the essence of her, “Goddamn that was fantastic.” I say, kissing around her bellybutton.
            “Mmm-hmm. It was.” Micki agrees, her fingers playing in my hair. “*You* are fantastic.” She sighs.
            My heart swells with hope. How *exactly* does she feel about me? Judging from today, there’s definitely lust there; but what if, like me, there’s something more? This whole experience has been hauntingly loving. But who knows? It could just be the way *I* feel projecting onto these sexual encounters and leading me into a false sense of love on her part. Maybe I’m looking a gift horse in the mouth, here. I should be happy enough with our new physical relationship. The fact that she’s attracted to me stuns the shit out of me, if I’m being honest. Why sully the best day of my goddamn life by dwelling on my crushing love for her?
            Oh, but now I’ve experienced her this way, I never want to let her go. She’s the only woman who will ever truly understand me. Because of Uncle Lewis, our connection is iron-clad. And being with her this way is excessively dreamlike. I’ve been in the most blissful erotic haze from the time we began dancing at the club last night up through to now. It keeps just getting better and better. To think, not 24 hours ago I was moping around longing for a simpler life. I have never been happier to have so many complications if they include this dizzying feeling of satisfaction. Yeah, our life isn’t easy, but as long as I keep getting the opportunity to be close to her satin skin and gorgeous face, I would walk on a bed of coals to continue living it with her. I must have lost my fucking mind trying to get away from her. I can’t believe that I even considered it. In my defense, I was attempting to starve my fever for her. Over time my feelings have grown in intensity and I was getting overwhelmed. Most of the time I’m able to distract myself by focusing on the task at hand, whatever that may be, but her constant presence always lingers. The more adversity that we faced, the more in love with her I became, until I ended up head over heels and a hopeless case.
            I breathe in her delectable scent, my lips grazing the powdery skin of her abdomen. “Jesus, you smell just outstanding.” I compliment, dragging my nose across her belly and up her torso, inhaling deeply. I get eye level with her again and she leans in to my neck and engages in a sniff of her own.
            “What a coincidence, I like the way you smell too.” She inhales again, “They should bottle it, honestly. It’s delicious.”
            “So, we have that in common.” I smile, my curiosity overriding my good sense, but I keep it light, “*How* long have you been attracted to me, again?” I ask, propping my head on my hand and gazing into her poetic face. A post orgasmic Micki is perhaps the most precious thing in existence.
            Her thumb traces lightly across my lips, “I can’t pinpoint it exactly, because I didn’t know what I was feeling at first, but I think it’s definitely been a few months, at least.” She admits, staring into my eyes with a little smile quirking her lips, “How long have you been attracted to me?”
            “From the second I laid eyes on you.” I answer, softly stroking the dip in her waist. My honesty has me a little scared here, but hey, we’re sharing, right? My heart skips with glee. A few months, at least. Yesssss. She’s like the best birthday present imaginable.
            “The second?” Micki questions with a laugh in her voice.
            “The *very* second.” I supply, “It was instantaneous. I was a little blown away by it, honestly.” My hand continues its light roving on the curve of her waist and she leans in softly to kiss my lips, “Of course, I couldn’t do anything about it because you were taken.”
            She rolls her eyes a little, “Ugh. Thank God that’s over. I don’t know what I was thinking with him” she shares.
            “Yeah, me either. What a pompous jerk that guy was.” I exchange another gentle kiss, “He wasn’t nearly good enough for you. You deserve worship, and no less.”
            “I’m feeling pretty worshipped right now.” She sighs, face against mine as we rub noses together.
            “It’s easy to do with you. I supplicate myself at the altar of your beauty.” I caress her cheek with the hand that was formerly on her waist, gazing into her eyes. Man, she is everything to me.
            “Flatterer.” She smiles at me, sunbeams of light coming from her glorious face.
            “Truth-teller.” I correct softly.
            She engages me in another one of her deliriously wonderful kisses as my thumb drags along her cheekbone and our bodies gravitate back to one another. I feel a little catharsis from our pillow talk admissions and can barely mask my joy. The mutual attraction is not only undeniable, but confirmed. She’s been feeling this way about me for *months*. That and her admission last night of being jealous of Laura sends an electric thrill through me.
            Her stomach growls a little loudly and I realize that we haven’t eaten anything all day, “Do you want me to make you a sandwich?” I ask against her mouth, “You must be starving.”
            “Sure.” She replies, “What about you?”
            “Well, I suppose I should eat too, but it honestly hadn’t crossed my mind until now.” I say, extricating myself from her arms. I move to the kitchenette and find my discarded PJ pants, slipping them back on as she rouses slowly from the bed and shrugs back into her satin robe.
            I make quick work of the sandwiches, and soon we’re devouring them, seated at the head of the kitchen table in one chair, Micki in my lap with my arm slung around her waist and a quickly disappearing ham and cheese in the other fist.
            I guess I was hungry.
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