Micah had never experienced such an overwhelming surge of emotion before. It was a stark contrast to the sensations he was accustomed to, and he felt as though he was discovering a new realm of feeling. There was no doubt that it felt far better than his own touch.
Clyde's large hand travelled from the top of Micah's arousal down to the base and then back up again. As Clyde quickened his movements, the intensity of the sensation escalated, sending Micah into a whirlwind of ecstasy. Bright flashes of white filled his vision, as if stars were dancing around him, until they created a cosmic explosion in his mind that formed an entire solar system.
When he finally regained awareness of his surroundings, he noticed that the man who had given him the sweet ecstasy had leaned back, gazing at him with a look that was almost predatory, filled with desire. Micah's chest heaved as he breathed heavily, his eyes glistening with unshed tears, and his mouth slightly ajar.
