the full moon. Although it was the middle of a hot summer, the cloudless night sky meant that the daytime heat vanished. In its place, an extremely chilly wind blew. Delilah shivered and huddled up against Micah.
"I could give you my coat if you'd like it." Said Micah, as he wrapped his arm around Delilah to keep her warm.
"Thanks for the offer," Delilah answered, "but it's my bare legs that are freezing."
"I could lend you my pants, too," suggested Micah not a little flirtatiously, "after we get back to your place." The offer made Delilah laugh.
"You still think you're getting in my panties tonight?" Delilah asked him.
"I get the feeling none of the other bikers got this far, am I right?"
"Your feeling is correct," Delilah replied. "You're actually the first biker I've ever met who wasn't a total pig."
"I'm flattered."
"You should be relieved, as well," added Delilah. "The last guy who tried to pick me up tried to grab my ass, so I grabbed his nuts and squeezed, hard."
"Still trying to put me off from trying to pick you up?" Micah asked, not visibly discouraged by the implicit threat.
"I don't see a Harley-Davidson anywhere," Delilah pointed out, "so technically, I'm the one who's picking you up."
A minute later, the couple arrived at Delilah's front door. She turned to face Micah. She was still not sure if taking him home was the right thing to do.
"I still don't know your name, stranger." Delilah remarked.
"The name's Micah."
"I'm Delilah."
"That's a pretty name."
"Why thank you," Delilah replied with a smile. She turned to open her front door. "Well, it was nice talking to you, Micah."
Micah wasn't about to let Delilah slip away when he was so close. He put his hand behind her neck and planted his lips on hers before she could stop him. His sudden move took her by surprise, but she relaxed as the kiss continued. She allowed herself to briefly melt into his embrace. Then, she pulled back to break it off.
"You're not going to leave me out in the cold after all that, are you?" asked Micah. He managed to successfully retain his cool exterior.
"You're a big, strong guy. I'm sure you can take of yourself," Delilah replied. "Although," she added, taking a step towards him, "I'm pretty sure you're big and strong enough to take care of me, too."
Micah took his cue and moved in for another kiss. Delilah wrapped her arms around his neck and snuggled her body against his. He reached behind her knees, lifted her up by the thighs, and carried her inside the house. Micah kicked the door shut and carried Delilah up the stairs. She wrapped herself around him and hungrily kissed his neck, as he took her to her bedroom.
Once they were inside her bedroom, Micah set Delilah down and pulled off his jacket and shirt. Delilah gasped in awe and growing lust, as she beheld Micah's deliciously carved muscles. He had a perfect six-pack and well defined pectorals. His arms were thick and sculpted, as well. She was barely able to concentrate through her deepening arousal and tipsiness. Delilah hastily undid the knot of her crop top and tossed it on the ground along with her bra.
Micah moved in to kiss Delilah again. He invaded her mouth with his tongue, as she eagerly ran her hands across his body. Micah, in turn, ran his hands across Delilah's plump breasts and smooth belly. He worked his way down towards the ultimate prize. Delilah's hands also wandered south, across her lover's gym-carved muscles, towards the prominent bulge in his pants. She took a firm hold of his masculine equipment. She massaged it gently and stoked his aching need to release it from his pants.
Micah began to fiddle with the buttons on Delilah's daisy dukes, as they continued to kiss. As he undid the buttons of her shorts, she turned and pushed him backwards onto her bed with surprising force. He unzipped his pants and kicked them off along with his underwear and