Part VI
By Cin
Common sense forced its way through his hormone-ridden thoughts. Everything seemed to be happening so fast; he wanted to make sure that this was something Cady really wanted, that it wasn’t just a spur-of-the-moment decision. “Are you sure, Cady?” he quietly asked.
She gently caressed his cheek. “I’m positive, Mick. We’ve known each other for what, four years now? I think that’s long enough to wait.” Without saying another word, she rose from the sofa and reached her hand towards him in invitation.
He grasped her hand and allowed her to pull him to his feet, leading him to her bedroom.
In the year that Cady had lived in the apartment, Micky had visited her many times but never been in her room before, and he looked around him curiously. Candles were placed everywhere strategically, and their soft light flickered, highlighting the pale green of the walls. Books and papers covered at least half of the wooden floor from Cady’s studies, and she bent to quickly clean them up as he continued to peruse the room. Only two posters hung on the walls: one was a peaceful waterfall scene, the other an advertisement for a jazz festival that had taken place in downtown Malibu the previous spring—he remembered attending it with her. Quiet jazz music floated from the speakers of the hi-fi system set up on her dresser. The entire effect was very relaxing yet seductive, and Micky wondered if somehow, deep inside, she’d known what was going to happen here tonight.
Invariably his eyes roamed to the bed, which had a wrought iron frame and was covered with a lacy white eyelet spread, several fluffy pale green pillows plumped up near the headboard. All in all, the room was simple and practical, yet beautiful and romantic, much like Cady herself.
The next thing he knew, she was in his arms, her body pressing against his, and he could smell the vanilla shampoo she’d used in her hair and the clean freshness of the soap on her skin. It struck him suddenly just how natural this felt, how she fit into his embrace as if she’d been made for him, and the thought made his heart swell with emotion. He’d never felt this way about any girl before, and now he could see just how much he’d missed out on all these years. He slid his arms around her waist and buried his face in the curve of her neck, fighting back tears.
She seemed to understand his melancholy; she wrapped her arms around his neck and placed one hand at the back of his head, gently stroking his curls. They held each other wordlessly for a few moments before slowly their bodies began to sway to the melody of the mournful love song playing on the radio. Micky’s hands moved to her back, one low, fingers pressing against the base of her spine, the other between her shoulder blades, rubbing his palm there in sensual circles. Cady fingered the curls at the base of his neck, leaning her cheek against his shoulder.
“You know,” Micky huskily whispered in her ear, “it was that incredible back massage of yours that did it.”
“Really?” she murmured back, lifting her head slightly.
He laughed. “Part of the reason I had to fake being asleep was because I was so turned on that if you didn’t stop, it was going to cause a problem.”
She pressed her hips against his and laughed as well. “Somehow I don’t think it’s going to be a problem anymore.”
“Neither do I,” he agreed.
He turned his head and nudged the corner of her mouth with his; she met him halfway, and the kiss that resulted was wet and hot and wild, like nothing either had experienced before. Her fingers moved to his waist and tugged the hem of his t-shirt insistently upwards. He raised his arms, breaking off the kiss, and permitted her to pull the shirt over his head and fling it away. She ran her hands down his shoulders to his arms, now able to fully savor the feel of his bare skin beneath her fingertips, then she dropped a series of kisses along his jaw line and down the side of his neck, tonguing the vulnerable spot at the base of his neck as she made her way to his chest. A smile curved her lips at the vibration of the moan in his throat at the contact. His skin was tangy with sweat, smelling of the beach: a combination of coconut-scented suntan lotion, the salty sea air, and the warm earthiness of the sand. Her fingers slid down across his stomach, his muscles twitching slightly beneath her touch, and when she grasped the waistband of his denim cutoffs, he noticed that she was trembling slightly.
Micky closed his hands over hers reassuringly. “It’s okay, babe,” he whispered. “You don’t have to be afraid.”
“I’m not afraid,” she murmured. “Not of you, anyway…I’ve wanted this for so long, and now that it’s happening, I’m nervous…because everything between us is changing…”
“It’s a good change, though, right?” Micky anxiously asked.
She met his worried gaze, and a smile spread across her face, lighting it up with the force of a thousand sunrises. “Of course.”
“Do you want me to do this?” he questioned, nodding downwards.
She shook her head. “No. I want to do it.” She managed to unbutton his shorts and work the zipper down, and he let them drop to his ankles before kicking them off. After he removed his socks and shoes, he stood before her in just his boxer shorts, before he peeled those off as well.
She stared at him, admiring his body in the dim glow of the candlelight. While most people would have referred to Micky as “skinny,” she disagreed, preferring the term “lean.” He probably was a bit on the thin side for his height, but he had plenty of strength from his years of drumming, and the muscles that he did have emphasized the gracefulness of his body, didn’t overpower his appearance and make him clumsy as more developed muscles did in men such as Bulk. He had surprisingly broad shoulders and narrow hips, and his thighs and calves were well-defined, again from his drumming. She threw her arms around him in a hug that nearly knocked him off his feet, nestling her chin in the curve of his shoulder, her breath warm against his neck.
“What’s that for?” he asked.
“I can’t believe you thought you had to look like Bulk to be attractive,” she said, kissing him just below his ear. “You’re beautiful just the way you are.”
Micky’s cheeks turned hot. He’d never been called beautiful before, not even by his own mother, and while he was embarrassed that Cady’d used a term normally reserved to describe women in order to describe him, he was also secretly flattered by it. He hugged her back, and then his fingers went to the belt of her robe.
He suddenly understood why Cady’s fingers had been shaking as she’d removed his shorts; as he tried to undo the knot, his fingers became thick and clumsy, and he couldn’t work it free. It wasn’t as if he’d never been with a girl before—there had been several since he’d lost his virginity at sixteen in the back seat of his ’57 Chevy—but he’d never loved any of those girls in the way he loved Cady. He wanted their first time together to be special, memorable, and he was scared that somehow he would screw it up.
Now it was time for Cady’s hands to close over his, and he looked up to see that she was smiling at him. “You’re nervous,” she stated.
He blushed again. “Yeah, I guess I am, a little bit.”
“Micky, you don’t have to worry about going out of your way to make this special or perfect.” He nearly leaped out of his skin at her comment. How had she known what he was thinking? “And in case you’re wondering,” she continued, “I know you, I know how you think.”
“I just want everything to be…right.”
“It already is, Mick. It’s special and perfect and right, because we’re together at last. You don’t have to do anything more than just be with me,” she answered.
He thought about what she’d said. “Must you always be right?” he grudgingly asked.
She lifted one of his hands and kissed the palm, making him shiver. “You’d better get used to it, babe. I’m right an awful lot.”
~*~
Bolstered by Cady’s words, Micky again worked at the knot of her belt, finally loosening it. Her robe fell open, and he pushed the soft material from her shoulders, allowing it to fall and pool around her feet. He drank in the image of her naked body: her golden skin; her small, firm breasts; the seductive dip of her waist and curve of her hips; her long, lean legs, toned from her years of exercise.
Color bloomed in her cheeks at his intense visual scrutiny, and she shifted from foot to foot uncomfortably, glancing away from him shyly.
“Hey…” He stepped closer to her, until their faces were mere centimeters apart. “Don’t be embarrassed, Cady. You’re absolutely lovely.” He reached out and traced the line of her collarbone with his index finger, and then the finger dipped lower, following the curve of her breast and circling around one of her nipples. She sucked in her breath as his hand cupped her and he bent his head, his lips caressing first one breast and then the other, kindling a small ball of fire in her belly that slowly began to spread outwards until every part of her body was tingling.
“Come to bed?” he invited, his eyes dark with passion.
She couldn’t speak; the words froze in her throat, and all she could do was nod mutely. Micky tugged her over to the bed, ripping off the coverlet and the blankets, until all that was left covering the mattress was the top sheet. Before she could think about what was happening, she was lying on her back and Micky was on top of her, nibbling her earlobe down to her neck, his mouth making its way to her breasts again, swirling his tongue around her hardened nipples until she thought she was going to explode.
“You taste good,” he whispered, licking and kissing his way down her torso to her flat stomach, pausing to give special attention to the hollow of her bellybutton. Her skin burned from his touch, but that was nothing compared to the sensations that rocked her body as he buried his face between her legs and closed his mouth over her, his hands firmly gripping her thighs.
<Much, much better than fantasy,> she thought and then all rationality left her—her hips jerked upwards, and she let out a sharp cry as his tongue found her clitoris. She gripped the back of his head, pressing him into her, preventing him from moving away. Her fingers tangled in his curls as he drove her closer and closer to the edge, and she found that she could no longer remain still, her body writhing on the bed, his fingers digging into her skin as he gripped her even more tightly. Sensing that her orgasm was building, he released one of her legs and slid one finger, then another inside of her, switching between licking and sucking her clitoris as he slowly moved his fingers in and out.
The ball of white fire kindling inside her stomach now shot outwards and consumed her in its blaze, nearly blinding her. She cried out his name, tugging painfully at his hair as she contracted around his fingers, squeezing them like a vise. When she finally came back to earth, Micky had crawled back up beside her and gathered her into his arms for a hug; her skin, still sensitive from her orgasm, tingled crazily from his touch.
“You okay?” he whispered. “I thought it might be better for you if…well…you know….”
“Yeah,” she panted, trying to catch her breath. “That was…amazing….”
Micky grinned, brushing tendrils of hair from her sweaty face. “No, we haven’t even gotten to the amazing part yet.”
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