Gypsy Kiss: Micah Part 23

"I will..." she croaked.

Jewls The hand that had been resting on my hip slid down my thigh and back up again, resting briefly on my b.u.m before moving up my back, over my shoulder and down my front, eventually settling on my left breast. I felt every nerve ending in my body p.r.i.c.kling and responding to his touch. I could feel the heat from his body and desperately wanted to touch him too, to feel his hot flesh beneath my hands. He tweaked my nipple between his thumb and forefinger and I couldn't stop the moan that escaped my lips. I was grateful he had turned out the light; it gave me more confidence than I would have had otherwise.

I raised a trembling hand, hesitating just for a moment before placing it somewhere safe, his shoulder. Sure enough, the heat of his skin was incredible. When s.e.xy men are described as hot, it isn't usually a literal description, with Micah it was. The man was on fire.

His hand continued its exploration, down my front to my stomach, and I winced in shame at the extra roll of fat there no flat, perfect stomach for this girl. Finding their way to my hip, his fingers gently squeezed the extra flesh there and he let out a sigh.

"This body is beautiful, Jewls..." he whispered, "everything you hate about it...they're all the things I love. This is what I find attractive. You have a real body, you have places I can lay my hands...this is what a real man wants, Jewls. Not a handful of bones, but real flesh on a real full woman..."

I almost scoffed out loud at that but fortunately managed to bite it back. I had been called many things before, called myself many things fat, chubby, chunky to name a few of the better words...but never 'full', never that.

"Um..." was all I managed to say, and I sensed his smile.

"Are you okay, Jewls?"

"I'm okay..." I said, and I was. My nerves had settled, my heart rate...not so much. I wanted to put my hands all over his body, and so that's what I did. I s.h.i.+fted in the bed and settled both palms on his chest. He did the same thing he had done when I did that on the waltzer. He hissed as though he had been burned and I felt his chest tighten, the muscles contorting. I smoothed my hands on his chest hair, down his front and to his hips and before I could stop myself, leaned forward, pressing my full body against him.

"Christ, Jewls...I love having you so close to me. I meant what I said...we don't have to go all the way. We won't, not tonight. Do you trust me, Jewls? With your body? What I mean is..."

I let out a sigh. G.o.d I didn't want him to feel like he needed permission for every move his hands made. I wasn't a virgin after all. I also wasn't as fragile as he thought either. The incident at the park had freaked me out purely because it had been unexpected, no other reason.

"Stop talking Micah..." I breathed and then to reiterate the point that I was not some inexperienced first-timer, I put my hand straight between his legs.

I will be honest, it was a bold move but not one that I thought would leave me breathless. A man's c.o.c.k was his c.o.c.k and they weren't the most attractive of body parts, not to me. But that belief had changed now. Just the material of his underwear separated me from the most impressive erection I had ever known. It had to be eight inches at least, solid and thick, incredibly thick. And I realised, he must have meant it, he must actually find my body attractive, because this erection...it was for me. I was doing that to him, me and my less than perfect body with the lumps and b.u.mps. I was turning him on. And suddenly I wanted us to go all the way; I wanted that more than anything. I wanted to feel that inside of me, desperately. It had been so long since I'd had any kind of pleasurable s.e.xual experience I was suddenly overcome with l.u.s.t and desire for the gorgeous man pressed against me.

I rubbed his length, ma.s.saging it in the grip of my fingers, feeling empowered by his appreciative moans of arousal. Knowing I was capable of that...it went a long way to healing me, to boosting my confidence. In a beat he flipped me onto my back and straddled me, grinding his body against mine, resting on his clenched fists planted on the pillow either side of my head. He leaned down slowly to kiss me, the streetlight reflecting off the defined muscles of his upper arms, a sheen of sweat visible on his skin. I felt the charge go through us both, rippling through our bodies like waves, desire pooling between my legs. I slipped my hands down the centre of his spine, scratching him gently with my fingernails before settling on his b.u.m, squeezing hard.

"Oh...f.u.c.k..." he muttered, "I want you so bad, Jewls..."

"You can have me..." I replied, surprised myself at my courage. "It's okay..."

He smiled at that and kissed me hungrily before climbing back off me and laying back down beside me. He scooped me up into his arms, holding me close to him, my head resting on his chest.

"As much as I hate to leave a lady wanting...when I have you Jewls...everything about it will be perfect. Our first time, will be a night you will never, ever forget. I will make it special, I will raise the bar and then you will never get anything less from me than everything I can give you. Tonight is not the night. But I do have one request..."

"Okay..." I said, overwhelmed by his words and was that...disappointment I felt?

"I want to feel you next to me. All of you. You should not be ashamed of this perfect body. We keep the lights off tonight, but I need to feel you. Next time...when we...I want to see you. What do you say?"

I didn't know what to say. So, I figured, actions would speak louder than words. I sat up on the bed and lifted my tee s.h.i.+rt off over my head. In the dim light I saw his eyes on me, sparkling and completely beautiful. He looked at me like I was a rare jewel, like I was special and that was how he made me feel. He looked at me, sitting there naked and he accepted me just as I was.

I laughed a little nervously at my own boldness, and he grabbed me and pulled me back into his arms, kissing the top of my head.

"Sleep, my beautiful lady. I promise I won't let you go. Good night, Jewls."

"Good night, Micah..." I purred and settled happily into his arms, kissing the centre of his chest before resting my head there and quickly drifting off into a contented, peaceful sleep.

Micah I was awake a full hour before Jewls finally roused from her sleep. I had woken to find her wrapped around me, one leg stretched across me, her hand on my chest, her face pressed into my neck. I buried my nose in her hair, that familiar coconut smell filling my senses. The feel of her soft pink skin next to mine, all over mine...made me happier than anything ever had before. If we could have just stayed like that together in that bed forever, it would have suited me down to the ground. I wanted her sleeping in my arms always, so I could watch her, but at the same time I longed for those wide blue eyes to flutter open and look at me.

And then sure enough, they did. A lazy smile spread across her face as she looked up at me.

"Morning..."

"Good morning, beautiful..." I purred.

She ran a hand along my chest and sighed. "I love your hairy chest. Proper men have hair on their chest, ya know?"

I laughed at that and shook my head. "Funny you should say that...Marco shaves his chest hair."

"He what?"

I nodded, grinning. "Yeah, he says the ladies prefer it."

"Girls maybe...but us women...us proper, full women...we love a hairy chest." she closed her eyes suddenly and s.h.i.+fted off me, scrambling for the covers. "Oh my G.o.d...I'm naked...in the daylight...!"

I couldn't help but laugh again. "Yes Jewls, you are..."

She pulled the sheet over herself, over both of us and sat up. Her nipples rubbed against my chest, and I felt my c.o.c.k stir in instant response. I know she felt it, I could see it in her eyes, and it was rubbing against her leg. Looking down the cover I could still see her glorious nakedness but if the vague shelter afforded her by the thin sheet made her feel better, I would let her have it, for now.

She glanced over my shoulder at the clock. "Oh man, we have work in an hour. You want a shower first, or...?"

"Ladies first..." I said with a grin. She sat up and made to get up with the sheet wrapped around her. I made a point of keeping a tight hold on it.

She narrowed her eyes in a very cute attempt to look menacing. "Let go of the sheet, Micah."

"No..." I said playfully.

"Micah...I don't want you to see..."

"See what? The gorgeous body I've been ogling for the last hour while you were still asleep?"

She raised her eyebrows at that, shocked. "Oh don't!"

"I've told you how I feel about your body, Jewls. It's f.u.c.king stunning. So please...go get your shower and don't ever hide, not from me. I dare you. And despite what you say, I know you love a challenge. You're with me, after all. That's got to be challenging enough."

She rolled her eyes at that. "You have no idea..."

"So...?"

She let out a rather desperate sigh. "Micah, please...just hand over the d.a.m.n sheet. I'm not getting out of this bed until you do."

I shrugged, deciding to push this just a little further. I had to break through this barrier, no matter what. I couldn't bear to go another day with her feeling she was less than adequate physically. Because I thought she was f.u.c.king amazing.

"I guess you're ringing in sick for the both of us then, huh?"

She smiled brightly at that, and I felt myself falling head over heels in love. It was past erotic seeing her naked body; it was more than that now. I had never seen a girl with such flawless, smooth skin and the fact that there was more of it because yes, she was a big girl turned me on all the more.

The notion that lads like me, popular with the ladies, tall, muscular, living on their looks because yeah, I was a good looking lad, no point pretending I didn't know that are only attracted to girls with tiny waists, long legs and perfect hair is a complete myth. That's the image that society puts out, this idea of the 'perfect girl' being a size eight, with not an ounce of fat, immaculate hair, perfect teeth and whatnot, the perfect guy looking something like...well, me...and that's what a perfect couple looks like...it's bulls.h.i.+t really. Most lads, whatever they look like, would rather have a real lady with more meat on her though I really hate that word when a.s.sociated with women, 'meat' it doesn't sound right to me than a girl they put their arms around and feel nothing.

The difference between me and most lads like me I suppose, is that I wasn't afraid to go after what I actually wanted, over what society expected me to want. Jewls...Jewls couldn't get past the notion that in her world, men like me didn't fancy girls like her. I really needed her to drop her preconceived ideas and just let us...be. It didn't matter if men like me didn't usually go for girls like her, for her...I did, I had and that was that.

Girls from a young age have an idea of their dream man and what he will look like, well men do too. Difference is, when men find the girl that matches that idea, we go for it. Women give up looking for him, or worse in Jewls' case...tell themselves they don't deserve him. Absurd.

Seems to me, women are programmed to cause themselves to fail in love half the time and they think it's cause they set their standards too high. I say, raise the bar, accept only the very best, the person who is exactly who you always dreamed you would be with. He's out there, and you do deserve him. You deserve each other.

I knew I had found my soulmate in Jewls, I knew it with all my heart. She felt the same, she just had to let go and let herself believe she deserved it.

Then there would be no stopping us, no breaking us apart.

When I finally snapped out of my daydreaming of the future, it was to an empty bedroom, she had taken the opportunity to scoot off into the bathroom.

I stood smiling to myself for a moment and then decided to have a little look around her bedroom while I had the chance.

It wasn't like most girls bedrooms I had been in before. She didn't have one of those dressers jam-packed full of products hair stuff, skin stuff, make-up and the like. I cringed to myself when I realised I owned more of that stuff than she did. I guess I was pretty vain. She didn't seem to bother with stuff like that and honestly, she didn't need it. She had naturally flawless skin, probably because she didn't wear make-up. Like the rest of the flat, there wasn't much here, she had few clothes, nothing personal that showed the room was hers, she really didn't own very much at all and it made me kind of sad. She deserved the world, and instead she had a small one bed flat that was virtually empty.

Something on her nightstand caught my eye and I sat on the edge of the bed, eyeing it curiously. It was a notepad, just a simple thing. I know I shouldn't have been nosy, looking at things that were none of my business but really, it didn't say The Secret Diary Of Jewls Dempsey across the front. I'm a man, men are nosy creatures.

I hesitated one final time, before opening it up and starting to read.

'So,' Michael said, 'you gonna come out with me tonight Jess?'

'Me? Err...' Jess stammered.

She so wanted to go out with him, she desperately wanted to say yes, but..... guys like him.... Did they really want a girl like her?

'Well Jess, what do you say? Come on, it will be fun.'

Should she? Should she go against her own rules, against everything she's told herself about trusting again?

She hesitated, then... 'Yes, okay, I'll come.' He looked deep into her eyes and he smiled that certain smile of his, and said....'Oh, I'll make sure of it...'

Wait! What? I raised both eyebrows. I had expected...shopping lists, stuff like that...instead I was being given an insight into the elusive, secret thoughts of Jewls. Like it was a diary after all. Disguised as...what? A book?

Suddenly I really did feel like I was intruding. This was obviously not meant for my eyes. And yet...I could not resist the urge to keep reading.

Michael's bedroom was big, almost as big as Jess's entire flat, she thought. The walls were a deep, rich red with pale drapes and furnis.h.i.+ngs. A real fireplace took up one wall; a small bar was in the corner.

But it was the bed that made Jess's eyes widen. It was huge, dominating the centre of the room, wooden, made up with cream linens.

Michael's arms encircled her from behind and he nuzzled and kissed her neck. 'I know what you're thinking,' he said, 'No, no other woman has been in here, just you Jess, just you.'

Jess turned in his arms and his lips were on hers, the tip of his tongue teasing until she opened her mouth and their tongues entwined; tasting, probing, deeper and deeper, dancing together until Jess melted, her brain turning to mush.

Oh my good G.o.d. These were the thoughts that went through her head? It was enlightening to say the least. Fascinating and enlightening. I carried on.

Michael walked them backwards until Jess felt the bed at the back of her knees. They tumbled on to it; their lips still locked together, hands joining in as they tore at each other's clothes, till they were both naked.

Michael broke off the kiss and looked deep into Jess's eyes, their breath mingling. 'I promised you desert, Jess. Fancy some ice cream?'

Ice cream, Jess thought, he wants ice cream? 'Err...' Jess didn't quite know what to say.

He went to a small fridge under the bar and brought back some Hagen Dazs ice cream. 'Chocolate or vanilla?' He asked.

I s.h.i.+fted on the bed, suddenly aware I was naked and my c.o.c.k was sticking up like a flag pole again. Now I got why girls read this stuff. I mean...d.a.m.n. My little firecracker really was a firecracker with a filthy mind. And a girl after my own heart. Was this what she wanted? d.a.m.n if it was, I would have no trouble making it reality for her. No trouble at all.

He straddled Jess's hips and started to feed her ice cream 'Nice?' He asked, then with a smirk he scooped a spoonful and dropped it on her throat. Another landed on her chest, one on each breast and another on her stomach. A final scoop landed right on her pubic bone. Jess flinched as the cold ice cream hit her skin, then with that oh so s.e.xy half smile of his, Michael licked the ice cream off her.

Starting at her throat he licked and sucked, making his way to her b.r.e.a.s.t.s, lapping up the now melting ice cream. He flicked her nipple with his tongue, making Jess cry out. Her senses were reeling as he cupped her other breast with his hand, gently kneading. He moved further down, sucking the ice cream, his hand following his tongue along Jess's curves.

His hand moved down....down to Jess's moist entrance. She writhed in pleasure as he gently parted her folds and slipped his finger inside....first one...then another.

'Oh G.o.d! Oh Michael, please...' Jess was panting, as Michael withdrew his fingers and replaced them with his hard length.

Jess screamed at the sudden fullness at her core, 'You okay, Babe?' Michael's eyes bore into hers.

'Yes...I think so....err...yes...' She gave a wiggle and clenched her muscles round Michael's girth as he began to move. Slowly at first, then faster, taking Jess to heights she had never experienced before.

'Michael, I'm...I'm...'

'Wait Jess, together, hold on, together...' And with two more hard thrusts, Jess screamed as she fell over the edge and she felt Michael tense as his seed spurted into her.

I snapped back to the now to discover I was sitting on my girlfriend's bed, at seven in the morning, reading something that was obviously private...and masturbating. I let go of my c.o.c.k, realising how this would look if she caught me like this. I smirked to myself. Oh, I was going to h.e.l.l for sure.

So I figured I might as well keep reading.

He held her, softly kissing her forehead, her eyes, her nose as their heartbeats gradually slowed and returned to normal.

They lay, sated, wrapped in each other's arms...

"What...the actual...f.u.c.k!"

Chapter Sixteen.

Jewls I couldn't stop smiling in the shower, grinning like the Ches.h.i.+re Cat. It was the first time I had seen Micah completely naked, and in broad daylight after all. It's pretty safe to say I was not disappointed, not in the slightest. My eight inch estimation didn't seem entirely accurate, it was hard to believe but he might possibly be bigger than that. I wasn't about to ask him. His hairy thighs, like the rest of him, were solid and perfect, and the fact that this G.o.d of a man had stood before me naked like that, and seen me naked and not laughed or turned away disappointed by what he saw...well, I was floating on cloud nine.

I showered quickly, stepped out and dried myself off, wrapping my dressing gown around myself before heading back into the bedroom.