Chapter 14

Chapter Fourteen

Stone

He was sure dinner had been great but all he could think about was Micah's parting comment and that gorgeous butt encased in tight denim switching from side to side. Every time he caught his babygirl's eyes, she smiled, batted those long lashes, and if she had just put a bite into her mouth, withdrew the fork at a deliberately slow rate, letting her lips purse around the tines. It seemed his Little girl was determined to make him pay for teasing her and it was working. His cock had been rock hard from the moment she'd cupped his crotch.

He loved hearing his Little laugh with the others in the group and was happy to see she'd eaten most of her dinner, but the moment Randall pulled out a harmonica, Stone decided he'd suffered enough. Bending toward Micah, he whispered, "Follow my lead."

She didn't question him, simply nodded while he stretched his arms above his head and yawned so widely he could hear his jaw crack. Evidently so could a few others as heads turned toward him.

"Sorry, folks. I'm plumb tuckered out," he said, shooting Micah a look when she giggled.

"Oh, right, me too! Fu… tuckered, I mean." The darkness hid most of her face, but Stone could see the blush at her faux pas .

"Thanks for a great dinner. Go ahead and enjoy the music," he said, standing and offering his hand to Micah, who took it and stood. He could see her trying not to laugh as she added her thanks to his and told everyone she'd see them in the morning.

"Do you think they bought it?" she asked.

"Not a chance in hell," Stone said even as calls of "good night" rang out as they walked away from the fire.

"Do you even know which tent is ours?" Micah asked when they were out of the hearing range of the others.

"It's the purple one, of course."

"Really? They make purple tents?"

He laughed, "Probably, but I was teasing. But I do know it's the one on the end." Once he'd seen what tent the men were setting up, he'd asked Cody to place theirs out in the open rather than beneath the canopy of trees where most of the other tents had been erected. Before he unzipped the door, he removed his boots and helped Micah with hers.

"Wow, it's bigger than I thought," she said after she ducked down to enter the tent "Look at all this space."

"I'd much rather look at you," he said, zipping the tent closed and moving toward her. Even though he had to stoop a bit, he reached for the tab of the zipper on the hoodie she'd gotten at the observatory. "In fact, I'd much rather look at a very naked you."

"Funny, I feel the same way, cowboy," she said, reaching for the zipper of his jeans.

At the same exact time, they pulled the tabs down, not looking at the zippers running along the tracks, but into each other's eyes. Piece by piece, they undressed each other until both were very naked.

"Like what you see, cowboy?" she purred.

"Very much," he said softly, meaning every word. Gently pushing against her shoulders, he guided her to lie back onto the sleeping bags that covered the foam mat serving as their bed for the night.

"Oh, wow, you were right, Daddy," she said, her voice full of wonder. "Look."

Stone turned his head and looked. Instead of canvas, there was an actual cut out at the peak of the tent, offering a window to the sky glittering with stars. "That view is almost as amazing as you," he said, turning back to look down at her. "But only almost." With that, he lowered his mouth to hers and found heaven on earth.

After kissing her until they were both breathless, Stone pulled back and ignored her protest as he slid a hand down her leg.

"What are you doing!"

"Giving my good girl a massage as promised," he said, taking a foot into his hands.

"Oh, god. I'd protest, but that feels too good," she murmured, her groan of pleasure having his already turgid cock grow even harder.

His groan joined hers when her hand wrapped around his shaft.

"What are you doing, little girl?"

"Rewarding my very good boy," she said, her voice containing that husky note that drove him wild.

Hands slid over flesh, fingers brushing lightly before gripping harder, each move a dance with only the music of soft moans of pleasure to guide their steps. The massage became one that involved their bodies pressing together, limbs entwined as their lips met again, tongues playing and teeth nipping.

When he entered her, her back arched and her cry was one he would always treasure. He made love to her slowly, sliding in and out of her in long, smooth strokes. When she whimpered in protest, he simply lifted her legs, placing them over his shoulders, the new angle allowing him to drive deeper. Her eyes widened, her pupils dilated making him only wish to pleasure her even more. When he felt her pussy clench around him, he smiled down at her.

"That's right, come for me," he said, cupping her breast. Her back arched as he flicked his nail across the furled nipple. "I love watching you come. It's like witnessing a supernova. Come for me, Micah, let me watch you implode."

It only took another thrust for her to obey. He saw the pleasure filling her eyes and caught the catch of her breath before she keened in pleasure as her entire body clenched around him. Bending, he captured her mouth, swallowing her pleasure and sharing his as he erupted inside of her. Her arms clung to him as the rest of the world disappeared, and it was simply the two of them lying together beneath a canopy of stars.

Rolling onto his back to keep from crushing her, he pulled her close against his side.

"Do you really think there are billions of stars up there, Daddy?"

"No, I think it's more like a googolplex."

Micah lifted her head from his shoulder. "You're making that up."

"Am not," he said with a grin.

Huffing, she turned her gaze back to their window on the heavens. "So if I Google it, there will actually be a number?"

"Yep, but it's one that is impossible to fathom."

"What do you mean?"

"Let's just say that if I gave you a kiss each second for every star, it would take more than a thousand years to even get close."

Micah gaped up at him and then began to giggle.

"Oh, you find the thought of my kissing you that funny?" he asked, dragging her on top of him.

"Kinda," she admitted. "I mean can you imagine how old and wrinkly I'd be a thousand years from now?"

"You'd still be beautiful to me," he said, sliding his hand behind her head and pulling her down. "Shall we start counting?"

Her answer was a vibration beneath his lips which was good enough for him.