Chapter 12

Chapter 12: Love is composed of a single soul inhabiting two bodies

-Aristotle

Sophia

I observe Micah's sleeping form and run my hands over his chest, feeling the tautness his skin under my fingers. He looks even more rugged in his sleep. His long lashes rest becomingly over his carved cheekbones. His lips are plump and firm, and his body is etched with firm muscle and sinew. Rising up to straddle his waist, I rest my hands on his tattooed shoulders, grind my hips over his engorged cock, and slide my wet heat around him. Micah groans in his sleep when I slide my tight, velvety pussy up and down his stiff shaft and groan as pleasurable waves of heat crawl up my spine. A hiss escapes my lips as the friction his hardness creates a blazing fire inside my womb. Micah's hands wrap around my waist, and his lusty eyes open with pleasure as the heady sensations my tight walls create rush through his body.

"Fuck, Sophia! Don't stop, baby." He grits out as he lays his palms on my naked breasts and pinches my nipples. My walls contract over his rigid shaft as pleasure coils inside my womb. I lean down over him to rub my nipples over his unyielding chest and moan at the delicious friction our bodies create. Micah groans and wraps his hand around my neck to pull me close, slamming my hips down hard over his hard cock. A moan escapes my lips with every knock of his tip inside my womb. He lifts his head and deepens the kiss as his hands tighten snugly over my waist to slam me down harder and faster. "Oh, shit!" He says with a hiss as he rolls my hips harder onto his. I cry out with every vigorous slam of his hardness against my throbbing clit. Until suddenly, a storm of fireworks erupts behind my eyes. A tremble works through my toes until it reaches my chest, and wave after wave of pleasure consumes me.

Falling forward, I listen to Micah's hitching breath as a cry of ecstasy is ripped from his lips. We both lie there, breathing raggedly and enjoy the aftermath of our lovemaking. Our hands wondering and soothing as if we're making sure that the moment is real. Lying on the pillow next to his, I turn sideways and face him. Micah mimics my position and faces me. "Did I hurt you?" He asks with a set in his jaw. Moving closer, I roll the pillow under my arm and shake my head. "No." His brow crinkles into a frown as he gazes blankly into the distance. "I didn't mean for this to happen, Soph." He growls regretfully before he sits up and settles his elbow against his bent knee. "My life…my life is very complicated. There are so many people who can hurt you. And I thought that if I stayed away, I'd be able to keep you safe. But I'm weak, and I want you. And now I just have to think things through." He says, gazing at me with a vulnerable expression. Seeing his internal struggle, I rise to my knees and edge closer until I'm kneeling between his legs. I don't care if I'm as naked as the day I was born. "I don't understand Micah," I utter with a note of apprehension.

Micah sits up closer and rests his hands on my naked hips. I can see that he's having some kind of inner struggle, and I worry that he's going to push me away again. Running my hands over his unruly locks, I lean down and kiss the tattoo on his left shoulder blade. "Tell me. Is it our parents?" I mutter dejectedly. His shoulders stiffen beneath my lips, but he doesn't push me away. He simply tightens his hands into angry fists and says. "Our parents are a shit storm we'll have to face too. But that's not all of it. This is something that I can't talk about right now. Let's just…"

He takes a deep breath and rises from the bed to stand in front of his window. His glorious body glows under the sunlight permeating through the tinted glass. The man is completely unabashed in his nudity. I lean and arm on the bed and curl my legs by my side to observe the lines and angles of his naked body. His back is broad with muscles, and his waist is lean and tapered, ending on the round, luscious globes of his ass and strongly muscled thighs. I have to lick my dry lips and settle my heavily beating heart when he lifts a tattooed arm and runs his fingers through his hair.

Before I can stop myself, I open my mouth and ask, "Was this just a one-time sex thing, Micah?" His back stiffens, and his hand stops midway through his hair. He doesn't answer me at first. He just continues to look out the window. Then he dispassionately responds. "I have to go to work."

Feeling dismissed, I rise from the bed, tuck the sheet around me and stand before him. "You're such an asshole," I say with a croak and turn to leave the room. I can't believe I did this again, and this time, I slept with him, I think, as I rush into the guest bathroom. Turning the shower knobs to hot, I stand under it and let the heated water wash my tears away. Once I've found some semblance of control over my emotions, I step out of the shower and reach for a towel. To my surprise, Micah's standing before me. I can see the regret in his emerald eyes, and my heart sinks further. "Listen, Sophia. I didn't mean to be a dick. It's just…this is a serious situation that we've gotten into, and I need some time to think."

My mouth tightens as I feign indifference and rub a towel over my wet hair. "You know what, Micah? I don't care. Do whatever you want." His jaw ticks in agitation as he rips the towel from my hands and backs me up against the bathroom sink. I gasp with fury as his body cages mine against his. His nostrils flare angrily as he looks into my eyes with an intense look. His eyes heat when he looks down my naked body. This is the Micah that scares and entices me at the same time. He looks so wild standing before me. I close my eyes when he tilts his head to the side and runs an index finger down my cheek and whispers, "I don't want to hurt you, Sophia. I just want to make sure that we don't hurt our family or make a mistake that will haunt us for the rest of our lives."

As much as it pains me, his words do make sense. I've never really thought about how my dad would feel about my feelings for Micah. And now that I've had sex with him, there is definitely more to consider. Perhaps thinking things through is not a bad idea.