Page 19 of Book Bae

“I will.”

“Come on.”

He patted my butt, and I stood from his lap. He led me to the bedroom where a massage table was set up.

“Get undressed, and I’ll be back,” he instructed as he handed me a towel.

I took the cream-colored towel and waited for him to leave the room. My heart raced in my chest, and I turned to look in the mirror. “Myraj Nycolette Nicholson, are you really about to do this with this man?” I bit my bottom lip and frowned, but then I smiled. “Hell yes, I am.”

My belly trembled with nervous anticipation at what I hoped would happen tonight. I was lying on the table wearing the towel when Micaiah knocked at the door.

“Come in,” I called out in a trembling voice.

He walked up to me and took my hand in his. Smiling down at me, he stroked my fingers and caressed my palm. “Hey, gorgeous. Tonight is all about you, so relax. No preconceived notions in your mind, and no need to worry about anything. I’m simply here to guide you and make sure your experience is pleasurable. Okay?”

I bobbed my head as he released my hand.

“To help you relax, I’m going to give you a sensual massage. That’s your time to unwind, get your thoughts together, and make sure that you’re still onboard at the end. If you change your mind, I won’t hold that against you. We’ll still have had a beautiful evening. Okay?”

“Okay,” I replied softly.

“This massage oil is a combination of ylang-ylang and jasmine. It’s an aphrodisiac, but it’ll help relax you, while at the same time promoting a state of arousal. If anything hurts or doesn’t feel good, I need you to communicate that, okay?”

“Okay.”

“Same with if there is anything that you like and it feels particularly good, let me know that too. I move according to your verbal and nonverbal cues.”

“Okay,” I replied with a tiny smile dancing on my lips.

Micaiah applied the warm oil to my shoulders. The scent along with the touch of his long fingers on my body was intoxicating. He massaged my entire body before the real experience began.

Micaiah flipped me onto my back and turned the lights off, allowing just the light from the candles to create an ambient lighting, and the playlist alternated songs from Daniel Caesar, SZA, Snoh Alegra, and Cleo Sol.

He took his time guiding me through the experience from feather-light touches as he outlined my body, to heavier touches the closer he drew to the insides of my thighs.

Long, warm fingers brushed against my pussy lips, and firm knuckles grazed my clitoris. My hips arched up, longing for the pleasure his hands promised.

Expert hands molded and kneaded my breasts just before I heard a soft hum.

“How are you feeling, sweetheart?” he asked.

“So damn good.”

“Good. I’m going to use this vibrator on your body to heighten the pleasure. If I apply too much pressure anywhere, let me know.”

“Okay,” I mumbled as he slid a vibrator through my folds.

Mycah worked my body over, alternating the speed of the vibrator, bringing me to the edge and then stopping. He sucked my breasts, fingered me, sucked my clitoris, and fucked me with the vibrator. Each time I would be on the brink of an orgasm, he would stop and massage a hip or a thigh. It was torturous, but it felt so good too.

“Why are you teasing me so badly?” I asked with a whimper when he finished.

He leaned over the table and kissed me. “That was called edging. I don’t want you to cum unless it’s in my mouth or on this dick.”

He lifted me off the table and carried me to the bed, which was surrounded with candles. I was surprised to find the bed was covered with bamboo sheets. They felt cool and soft against my body as he kissed me from head to toe, paying special attention to my lower lips.

He sucked and licked them, sliding his tongue and fingers in and out of me, eliciting erotic moans that didn’t sound like mine. His hands massaged my ass as he sucked my clit and then prodded his tongue deep inside of my pussy.

When he stood, he sheathed himself and then grabbed a bottle of lubricant from the nightstand. He lifted my legs and wrapped them around his waist before he poured the cool liquid between my legs and on his covered erection. I clutched the sheets and squeezed my eyes tight when he pressed against me. The pressure was hard and hot. He kissed my forehead. “Relax, baby.”