Our lips are so close as our breathing heavys as I now remove the rest of my clothes, along with my many daggers. Micah’s eyes turn black with hunger as he looks me up and down. We stay like this for as long as we can control ourselves.

　　Micah’s hand caresses my arm, he leans in, and our lips brush a few times before our mouths devour each other. I grab his phallus, making him moan. Micah’s fingers find their way between my legs and to my core. We moan as we touch and stroke each other for a while, taking in the moment and making it last. The moment...