Flash and Micro Fiction, Him

Him Part Fifteen

The material of Michael’s shirt was bunched up in my grip with white knuckles. I wasn’t sure if I was holding on so tight because I was afraid he would disappear or because I would wake from one of the most exhilarating dreams I ever had.

But whatever the reason, I couldn’t let go.

Somewhere along the line, my hands went from his face, to his shirt, yet I didn’t recall when I moved them, or when he removed his suit jacket. I couldn’t bring myself to care.

It felt like our lives depended on him being closer to me. I wanted to feel his cool flesh against my fevered skin. But I was too busy kissing him.

His taste overwhelmed me, like ambrosia exploded in my mouth and continued to grow in intensity. But it wasn’t rich, where only small amounts could be enjoyed. If his taste was food, I’d never want to stop indulging in it.

A groan, low in his chest rumbled against my aching breasts and I responded with a moan of my own. His mouth devoured it and my reaction only seemed to entice him more.

Suddenly, without warning, he pulled away from my mouth and I gasped, not realizing I was in need of air. But his mouth trailed down my jaw toward my neck and once again, I forgot what it meant to breathe.

All I could feel was his lips and that cool tongue that set my nerve endings on fire. It was like every cell in my body whispered his name. Pleaded for more.

“Oh god,” I breathed, and barely registered that my hands were pushing through his dark blond hair at the back of his head, silently urging him on.

As his mouth found that sensitive spot at the curve of my neck, I felt his teeth. Those two needle sharp fangs grazed my skin, not enough to break through, but enough that I could feel it.

I gasped again, and fisted his smooth hair in my hands and once again caught that whiff of brown sugar and my mouth watered.

Without realizing we were moving, one second I was pulling his face back to my mouth, and the next, I was pressed against the unforgiving, cold metal door behind me.

I was pinned against it by Michael’s long, hard body and I gasped as his kiss increased in intensity.

His hands found my hips and I responded to his wordless gesture. Lifting my legs up, I wrapped them around Michael’s waist and he pressed harder against me, right in the perfect spot and I cried out into his mouth.

I was already so close to the edge, I felt like exploding right then and there, but I forced myself to breathe.

Then he ground against me once more and the blood pumping through my veins exploded.

© Sarah Doughty

This is part 15 of Him. Read part 1part 2, part 3part 4part 5, part 6, part 7, part 8, part 9, part 10, part 11, part 12, part 13, and part 14.
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Stay tuned for more.

This was also published at UInk.ca.

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54 thoughts on “Him Part Fifteen”

  1. Oh. My. God! Sarah, this rates right up there with the best erotica I have ever read. You have a talant for this; your words paint pictures in my mind. I see it, I feel it, and damn it, lady, I now need a man! I’m squirming in my chair. 🙂
    I can’t praise this series enough.
    Your blog will definitely be one I take the time to read. Please don’t stop!
    Cathy

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    1. Oh thank you! 😊 😊 I don’t call what I write erotica, because if you think about it, my style compared to erotica isn’t the same. I don’t use vulgarities, I focus more on the sensations, thoughts and feelings, without leaving things to the imagination. It’s hard to define it precisely. Basically I don’t really like to hear about someone’s cock (I apologize, I’m not a fan of vulgarity as I said), I want to feel what she’s feeling when she sees it, etc. I hope that makes sense. 😊

      Also, if you enjoyed this, you’ll probably enjoy my books. This story falls in the same universe as my novels and they’re urban fantasy romances as well. 😊 They’re free too, so you don’t have to worry about cost. 😊

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      1. I understand what you mean about vulgarities; that’s more a man’s style of conveying emotions. Erotica per se, might not exactly fit your writing, but it is erotic nonetheless. And enjoyable.
        I will definitely snatch up one of your books. I have so many on my to read list, I don’t know when I will get it read, but I will read it. Is there any certain one you would advise me to read first?

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  2. Ohhh yes. Just what I’ve been waiting for. I’m not ashamed to admit I’ve joined the legion of other filthy-minded, panting readers who wants to know what happens next. I love how it’s never quite spelled out for you.

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  3. I like the fact that it’s sensual without being outright erotica, and that it’s so clean. No excess of anything. Have you thought of compiling this on a single page, or does that make me lazy?

    Also, thanks for the page hit. I understand how that works, and sometimes you find a good one. Like this!

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    1. Thank you, Phil. My style is definitely not erotica. I Ike to focus on sensuality, as you said. And though people know exactly what is happening, it’s not graphic. But it is for adults. In terms of your question, I am planning to compile it into one long document once it is completed. I have several more installments to go before then. I hope you can bear with me until that happens.

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  4. Hot damn… like sitting atop the funnel of a nuclear reactor. Are the guys at the NSA or the CIA reading this? Somebody should give them this link, it would make their jobs so much more fun!

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  5. Did me in…

    “Lifting my legs up, I wrapped them around Michael’s waist and he pressed harder against me, right in the right spot and I cried out into his mouth.

    I was already so close to the edge”

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      1. Oh, no, I didn’t take offense! 😊 It’s just that my style isn’t the same. As you’ve probably noticed, it focuses more on sensations and what’s going on in the mind. It’s not graphic, yet you’ll know exactly what I’m describing. If that makes sense.

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