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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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I’m finishing my last bite when the phone begins to ring. I make a move to go answer it but Micki is quicker than I, sliding off my lap and picking up the receiver in two fluid motions. “Curious Goods.” She states into the phone, slightly breathless in a voice that makes my toes curl. I come up behind her, wrapping my arms around her waist. “Oh, hi Jack! How are things?” she says lightly, leaning her body into mine as I kiss the dip in her shoulder. “Oh, great.” She answers into the phone after a pause, “What are *we* doing today?” Micki repeats Jack’s question as one of my hands slide up to fondle her breast, “Oh, just having a lazy day at home.” She says nonchalantly as her face reads a cute exasperation at my distractions. She pinches at my hipbone as I suckle on that space where her exposed neck and shoulder meet, “Mmm-hmm. No new developments that we know of. Just enjoying having the day off.” She says into the receiver. My hand on her breast caresses it a little more firmly and I hear her breath catch as I smile into her neck. Maybe I shouldn’t be doing this, but it sure is fun. I pull her a little closer and my erection connects to her lower back with a little pressure. I am a full-blown addict. Sign me up for the meetings.
            She smacks at my shoulder with her free hand and tries to maintain her composure. “Yes, well, thanks for checking in. Uh-huh. Yes, I’ll tell Ryan you said hello.”
            “Hi Jack!” I yell into the phone in a jovial tone, and she smacks me again.
            “Okay, so we’ll see you tomorrow evening. Have a good night, Jack. Goodbye.” I’ve resumed kissing that sweet spot on her neck and she hangs up the phone, bursting into giggles, “You are *evil*.” She tells me as my erection continues its insistent pressure on her back and my fingers pinch a nipple under satin.
            “I can’t help myself.” I say into her flesh and continue to suckle, “How’s Jack?”
            “He’s on his way out the door to get the pillbox now. He’ll be home with it tomorrow night.” She moans, sliding her hands behind her to run down the front of my pajama pants between us. Her hands brush against the dragon and I shudder as the fire rekindles itself.
            “That’s a cause for celebration.” I note, kissing up her neck to that little area just below her ear, “Check another one off the list.”
            She spins around in my arms, mouths fluidly reconnecting as I grab her by her thighs, picking her up and hoisting her onto my waist. Her legs circle around me enticingly as I move us to the edge of the kitchen table and deposit her on top of it, on the empty space in the middle next to our recently cleaned sandwich plates. She laughs a little into my mouth as my hands start roaming all over her body in an impatient exploration of my favorite terrain. I undo the belt on her robe again, parting satin and exposing delightfully soft flesh as I relieve her of the offending garment, sliding a hand down her stomach and pressing two fingers against her slick center. Good-fucking-Christ, she’s so hot. My fire climbs higher as she hooks her toes into the back of my pajama pants, tugging them off my hips with her feet, fabric pooling on the floor as they fall swiftly down my legs. Our kiss intensifies and one of her delicate, manicured hands wraps around my cock, massaging it and sending lightning bolts crashing through my body. My need for her climbs ever higher. How am I going to handle myself after Jack comes home tomorrow? My lust blindness triples when she rubs me slowly against her, poised against her Utopia.
            I growl into her mouth, shoving myself inside. Sweet merciful crap. Oh, this feeling is never going to get old. The magnificence is awe- worthy. Micki breaks our kiss, running a thumb on my forehead with her hand resting on my hairline and matches my thrusts with her own, “Ooo-ohhhh, you feel sooooo goooood.” She lets out in a breathy moan then dives back into my mouth.
            She ain’t kiddin’. My addiction for her has become officially chronic, because it is ingeniously hitched to this sensation. My hands clutch at the tops of her hips as I try to take control of our jerky rhythm, slowing myself a bit to try to cool down this raging fire inside. The little circles have made their reappearance and I smile into her lips, “You do that on purpose.” I breathe out.
            “Do what?” she murmurs silkily, clenching the walls of her vagina after I engage in another shove to the hilt. Mmm. Goddammit. Her energy vibrates around me like I’m connected to a live wire. I am an inferno, and she is the tinder that started it all. My right hand glides up from her hip to latch onto a breast and she sighs into our kiss. I grasp on for dear life as our thrusts grow in speed and intensity, our mouths finally breaking away as she begins to quiver magnificently. Good fucking night. That’s all it takes for me, because spots are exploding in front of my eyes and I am awash in her splendor. My body tenses and jerks violently as my release surges into her shuddering walls. Holy wow. I’ll never be able to look at this table the same way ever again. And I’m not sad about it, either. Quite the opposite, actually. Micki’s fulfilled most of the fantasies I’ve ever had about her in under a span of 24 hours. I repeat: This is the best day of my life.
            Her head nestles on my shoulder with her arms lazily resting around my back. I slip my hands under her thighs and pick her up, carrying her back into the bedroom. I place her gently onto her bed and crawl in beside her, taking her into my arms as we fall into our cuddle. She is hands down the single best thing that has ever happened to me. I know I keep gushing about her, but you would too if you could witness the marvel of her magnanimous beauty.
            “I said goddamn, god *damn*, woman.” I say in reverence, kissing her forehead as her head nestles back into my shoulder and her fingertips dance lightly across my chest.
            She chuckles, “Hmm, I’m exhausted. We’ve been on many adventures today.” Her breath is hot on my neck and it feels sensational.
            “And we didn’t even have to leave the house.” I add joyfully, “You’re the best adventure I’ve ever had.”
            She looks into my eyes, “Really?” she asks softly, a small smile playing on her lips.
            Fuck, she’s gorgeous. “I’m a truth-teller, remember.” I answer, tracing light circles on her back.
            “You’re the best adventure I’ve ever had, too.” Her smile is a thousand watts of brilliance, and again, she just glows. My love is the depth of a trillion oceans. I really am the luckiest sonofabitch in the known world.
            “You don’t know how good it feels to hear you say that.” I beam into her face that shines with afterglow.
            “No, I don’t. Enlighten me.” She says, tracing a slow figure eight on my stomach and staring into my eyes.
            “It makes me deliriously happy, for starters,” I hold her a little closer and our noses reconnect, grazing gently, “I’m in outer fucking space.” I kiss her to highlight my meaning and she responds sweetly, tenderly.
            “I don’t know what I would have done if I had lost you.” She whispers into my lips.
            “Well, there’s no chance of that now. Definitely not after today. Or last night.” I say, “This new development in our relationship is just too enticing to pass up. It’s a dream fulfilled.”
            “What does this ‘dream fulfilled’ look like?” she smiles, her voice laced with curiosity.
            “It looks exactly like this.” I answer, indicating our state of in flagrante delicto, “Except it keeps going. It doesn’t have to be as extensive as today, just as long as it continues.”
            “I know that dream.” She says to my utter joy, “I *like* that dream.”
            Micki pulls me into a lazy kiss and I’m beyond elated. She wants to continue with the newfound turn in our already intense relationship, just as much as I do. Being on the same page has never been so exciting. Lovers, partners, friends; we can run the gamut with each other. As long as we’re together, I can face anything. And with what we have to deal with, I do mean *anything*. She is my enchanting talisman of strength.
            I smile as she pulls back and looks at me, “Micki, will you be my girlfriend?” I ask her, half-joking with laughter in my voice.
            “I thought you’d never ask.” She laughs back at me, “Yes, Ryan, I will.”
            Holy craptastic fuck. I was only half-serious because we both know our connection is way more entwined than the average couple, but I’ll take it. This is actually happening. “Yes, God.” I say with relief, “You are fucking magic.”
            She snorts with laughter, which is super freaking cute, by the way, and I dive back in for another kiss. This is unreal. Micki Foster. My girlfriend. That means more encounters like we’ve had today. If I have anything to say about it, *many* more. I can’t get enough of her. We’ve established that. And here I am, Ryan Dallion, kissing my delectable new girlfriend in her bed after engaging in a day of passion. And the night is young. I’m nowhere near done with her yet, and I don’t think I ever will be, not by a long shot. I’m going to have to work hard to tame this fire inside before Jack returns home. Otherwise it could get embarrassing. Oh well, I’ll cross that bridge when I come to it, with my stunning new *girlfriend* at my side. This really is the best fucking day of my life.
            Micki giggles as she breaks our kiss, “We are going to have such a hard time walking tomorrow. My bones feel like jello.”
            “Probably, but it’ll be worth it.” I crack back.
            “You are worth it.” She discloses, using her thumb to smooth down my eyebrow.
            “God this is nice.” I let out in a sigh.
            “Nice, huh?” she smiles.
            “Actually, that’s the understatement of the century. I don’t think there’s an adequate word in all of the dictionaries of the world that could describe this properly.” My fingers trace her jawline as I gaze at her in an intense stare, “Wondrous is close, but doesn’t quite cut it.”
            “Nice one, did you rehearse that?” she jokes, her hand sliding down my back in our embrace.
            “Nope, it’s just how I feel. This day is just everything good in the world wrapped up in your gorgeous little body, and I am so fucking grateful I could howl at the moon.” I reveal, “I am one lucky bastard.”
            “You’re not the only lucky one here.” She counters, kissing the underside of my chin, “And I agree with your colorful feelings; it’s been a very blissful day. I’m so glad that we made the plunge.”
            “God, me too.” I agree, our mouths finding their way together again and engaging in another lassitudinally passionate kiss.
My word, I love this woman. With a capital fucking L, too. She is goddamned magical unicorn. And I am perpetually, gladly under her spell.

“Leave me alone. I just want caw-feh.” -Edgar Allen Poe a.k.a. Night Pain “South Park”
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