“Tell me what you like, baby girl,” Michael was whispering, lips at the shell of my ear and sending a shudder through me.
“Whatever you want to give me.”
“That true? You’re gonna trust me again?”
I nodded, and he caught my lips once more in a bruising kiss.
And I loved it. Every bit of sensation. After being the one in control of everything, of having to direct both Griffin and my life down to the tiniest detail, I was more than ready to hand over all of that control. Let him take it in both of his capable hands.
And his hands were definitely on the move. They slid down my legs, taking the fabric of the skirt and pushing it upwards until it was bunched around my thighs. I was sure that I would have to wiggle a little for him to get it higher, but he held me in place with one hand while the other slid between my thick thighs.
For a moment, I had a flash of embarrassment at the sweat that had to be between them, and that the lace bandlettes I was wearing were probably damn, but the way Michael’s expression grew more intense when I spread my legs just enough for him to get between them made all of that self-consciousness disappear.
His strong, thick fingers found my center quickly and the shudder that rolled through him made me feel so damn sexy. But that unfathomable hunger on his face slipped a little into confusion as he palmed my heated center.
“These aren’t panties,” he stated, although he clearly meant it as a concerned sort of question.
“Like I said,” I could feel my cheeks flushing an even brighter pink. “I’ve got some pretty intense shapewear going on under here to make me look this good.”
He let out a displeased noise, his forehead resting against mine. “I hate shapewear.”
I couldn’t help the slightest chuckle. Despite the fact that he was mega hot and jacked and also had his hand up my skirt, his frustration was strangely adorable.
“There are a couple of snaps at the center. You should be able to pop them open.”
He kissed my forehead, seemingly in relief. “That’s my girl.”
I shivered again as the desire ramped right back up, his fingers sliding along the cloth covering me until he did indeed find the fastenings. It took him almost no effort to pop them open, and then his fingers were brushing against my opening.
God, I was so sweaty under there. Shapewear wasn’t breathable and I had been walking around and moving so much that there wasn’t anyway that he couldn’t tell. But instead of being disgusted, Michael just took a heady breath, like he was barely holding onto his sanity, and his fingers slipped along my entire cleft.
“I’m going to make you come,” he growled, making my heart beat that much harder. “I’m going to make you come right here on my hand and them I’m going to take you until you walk out of here crooked.”
Uh… wow, that was certainly a mental picture. One that had be definitely getting even wetter than I already was. I hadn’t been so high key turned on in ages, and it took my everything not to just rut mindlessly into his hand.
But of course Michael wouldn’t allow that. He slid along me, seeming to relearn me, never entering me or putting direct pressure on that delicious little button until I was well and truly whining.
“Please,” I heard myself whimpering, trying to push my hips into his palm for more gratifying pressure.
“Please what?” he asked, voice low. Taunting. Dangerous.
Perfect.
“More,” I begged. “Give me more, Sir.”
Perhaps it was weird to call him Sir considering I was no longer his employee, but the word seemed to do something for him, and he took my mouth again, swallowing up my cry as his thumb oh-so-gently brushed against my clit.
“Is that what you wanted?” he asked, lips moving against mine as he talked.
“Yes, yes,” I panted, already spinning off into oblivion. His fingers weren’t even inside of me and I felt thoroughly riled up, ready to take him inside of me. Even though, if my memory served me correctly, he wasn’t exactly a small man. “I want it.”
“You want anything I’ll give you, don’t you?” he continued, his words keying me up even higher.
I nodded drunkenly. Maybe it was weird for dirty talk, but I didn’t know any better and I certainly liked how it made me react. “Anything, as long as it’s you.”
I felt him tense at that and one of his fingers slid inside me, a sensation that was alien and familiar all at once. It had been so long, that my body automatically clamped down on the intrusion and I had to remind myself to relax.
“Goddamn, you’re still so tight,” he hissed, burying his face in my neck, his teeth worrying at me. But I could feel the difference from how it had been our first night and I knew that he wouldn’t leave any marks on me. Insane, that I didn’t even have to ask. “So fucking perfect.”
That didn’t entirely made sense considering I had a baby, but his words still made me happy and flush with desire. That, combined with his fingers curling inside of me and his thumb circling over my clit with more of that pressure I craved, soon had me writhing and gripping his wrist. Whether I was trying to pull him away or force his hard harder into me was anybody’s guess, but I was definitely enjoying myself.
“Michael, Michael,” I repeated his name like a chant as my body tensed more and more until finally I was toppling over into the abyss right into his hand, coating him with my slickness.
“That’s my girl, ride it out.”
I did. I let my orgasm consume me and push me harder. It was so much more intense than the ones on my own, seeming to last longer and leave me that much more wrecked when it finally ended.
I came down gasping and leaning against Michael’s strong, powerful form. He moved a bit oddly, and I realized that he was pulling himself from his pants, already hard and at attention.
“Are you sure you want this?” he said, eyeing me like he very much wanted me to say yes but wouldn’t complain or coerce me if I said no.
“Yes,” I said breathlessly. “I want you. More than ever.”
“Good,” he said, finally pushing my skirt up higher, helping me move so he could get it out from under my sizable butt.
And I didn’t realize until he was lining up with my entrance that I was about to have sex with the father of my child.
I heard that history was doomed to repeat itself, but I had never taken it so literally.
11
Michael
Part of me wondered if I was in a dream as I slid the head of my cock along Belle’s soaked entrance, the whole room smelling of sweat and sex and her. How many times had I dreamt about this before I had forced myself to stop? How many times had I imagined sinking back into her wet heat and finding heaven again?
Too many times, and I was about to do just that.
“I don’t have a condom. Are you still safe?” Her eyes went wide and for a moment I worried I had done something wrong. “Are you okay?” I asked, the burning need to be inside her dimming ever so slightly.
But she recovered quickly, nodding. “Yeah. I just had a sorta mini-revelation.”
What a weird thing to say when my dick was almost inside of her.
“Anything I should know about?”
She shook her head then kissed me, the action begging and pleading and getting me fired up all over again. “No. Just something from when I was younger. I have an implant, so you’re good. Please, don’t make me wait any longer.”
Well, how could I deny a request like that. With one last kiss, I slowly slid into her, reveling in the sweet, velvet clench of her walls.
Just like before, I had to go slow. Some part of me, a primal part, wanted to just rut into her with abandon, but I knew better. And while she wasn’t as tight as she had been that first time, she still obviously needed a little extra time to adjust.
And I would give it to her. Hell, I would give her anything she needed, as long as she let me be inside of her.
In the back of my mind, I knew I was being an idiot. That I had alrea
dy slept with this woman once and it had almost derailed me when she disappeared. I’d never really had that reaction to anyone before, and I knew there was no future to what we were doing now. Basically, I was lining myself up for more stress, more unanswerable questions, but I couldn’t seem to care.
No, the only thing I cared about was her, and making her call out with her head thrown back as I made her regret ever leaving my bed all those years ago.
Feelings, ones I’d been trying to ignore or outright deny, flooded me as I sank deeper into her. Bit by bit, until I was both fully sheathed and fully under her spell.
My hands went too her thighs, holding them tightly, as if I was afraid, she would disappear at a moment’s notice. Once more I wanted to mark her, to leave physical proof that I was ever there. That, even if it was just for a short while, that I mattered enough to hold her attention.
Her walls fluttered around me and I could feel her trying to relax, trying to make room for me, and by God if that didn’t turn me on that much more. Sliding out ever so slightly, I rocked forward and reveled in the little gasp that escaped from her red, red lips.
“Fuck,” she whispered, almost reverently, and her thighs fell just a little more open while her arms came up to wind behind my neck. She was relying entirely on me for support, for setting the pace, and dammit I was going to do right by her. “Don’t go easy on me. Please. I need… I need…”
Her plead was so honest, so completely open and raw that I knew there wasn’t any way that I could deny her. Not that I ever wanted to. “I understand,” I cut in, pressing another kiss to her before beginning a punishing pace.
Except it wasn’t really punishment if she enjoyed it, and soon I had to clamp a hand over that perfect, kiss-swollen mouth of hers so that people outside of the room couldn’t hear her pleasured mewls and cries. It seemed a shame to dampen those perfect little sounds, but I didn’t want anyone catching us before we both got to enjoy the rest of our time together.
And she certainly didn’t seem to object, her eyes sliding closed and her hips starting to desperately rut against me, trying to find a rhythm that matched with mine.
God, she was so beautiful, so perfect, that I had a hard time not busting right then and there. But I couldn’t. I wanted to spend as long as I could inside of her hot, wet heat, and I wasn’t going to come until I made her lose her mind one last time.
I wanted to feel more of her, to have her naked and spread out under me, maybe to even throw her legs over my shoulders and eat her out until she sobbed from the intensity of it all, but I knew our situation wouldn’t allow for that. So instead I enjoyed the precious little slice of heaven that I did have, thrusting into her while trying to work over all the little things that I remembered she liked.
I wasn’t going to last much longer, but I desperately needed to feel her lose herself around me. We had been reintroduced into each other’s lives and I couldn’t help but think it was for a reason. Maybe some sort of closure, or a chance to put things behind me. And if this was going to be the only time I ever saw her again, I needed to make it worthwhile.
My hands slid along her thighs, stopping at the sexy little lace bands around her legs, before sliding under them. She felt so solid, so there, and it was hard not to be mesmerized by the way my fingertips sank into her supple flesh. It was everything I had wanted, everything that I had been craving for so long.
She whined, and I gripped her legs harder, jerking her forward so that only the very edge of her ass was resting against the counter. She let out a surprised noise, but recovered quickly, wrapping her thighs around me.
Yes.
It felt so right to have her solidness around me, squeezing tightly as I picked up the pace that much more, sliding my hands to her hips so I could piston out of her that much harder.
“Oh my God, yes, Michael. Just like that. Please, don’t stop.”
Why would I ever? I couldn’t think of anything else I would rather be doing than the matter at hand. And by that, I meant none other than Anabelle MacIntyre.
“I’m not going to stop until you come for me, baby girl,” I managed to get out, bending down once more to set my teeth against her.
But I was gentle, not sinking in like the last time. She had a kid now, and I didn’t want her to have to explain visible love bites to her child. But I was just firm enough to have her breath hitching, the new angle I was going at inside of her seeming to hit all of the right notes.
It wasn’t long before I felt that telltale fluttering within her. The one that I’d felt on my tongue, fingers and manhood. In a final rush, I pushed all of my stamina into heavy, frantic thrusts, sweeping my thumb back and forth across of her with all the pressure that she liked so much, and peppering her neck, face and shoulders with kisses.
“Shit, Michael, I think I’m, I think-”
My hand went right back over her mouth and just in time, because she came right then and there, clamping down on me with impressive power and squealing into my hand.
As usual, seeing a woman come undone so prettily at my own ministrations did it for me, and I felt my own climax hit me. I poured into her, satisfying that urge to fill her up in the most primal fashion, losing myself to the undiluted ecstasy of it all.
I hung there for as long as I could, suspended against reality and the fantasy built up in my head. It felt like I could wake up at any moment, our entire interaction some sort of wet dream built up by a desperate mind. But Belle was a solid weight against me, breathing hard and tethering me to reality.
Slowly, gently, I set her more solidly back on the counter. She had that hazy look on her face again, the one that was basically burned into my memory. I let her linger there, wondering momentarily what it was like to be a woman and have orgasms that lasted for so long, that were felt so deeply.
After a couple more moments, she began to blink, her breath evening out. I was content to just watch her, absorbing ever little detail about her until finally she looked up at me.
“…hi,” she whispered, sounding tired but satisfied.
“Hi,” I returned. “Ready to get down?”
She nodded slowly and my hands returned to her waist, sliding her forward and setting her on the ground gently. She swayed a moment, but I made sure not to let go of her until she was steady.
“That was nice,” she said, stills sounding a bit out of it.
“I’m glad you approved.”
She winced ever so slightly, and I wondered if somehow, I had said something wrong again. “I suppose I should go home.”
Ah, right. I had told myself that exactly that was going to happen, because what else could happen? It wasn’t like we could stay there at the banquet hall, wrapped up in each other, she certainly wasn’t going to invite me over to her home for a further roll in the hay considering she had a kid, and she wasn’t going to come over to my place because -again- she had a kid.
But before I could respond in any way, shape or form, I heard someone walk up to the door and grab the handle. As quick as I could, I yanked her skirt back into place and stepped away, trying to grab something, anything, to make it look like I was completely a normal task and not recovering from blowing my load in one of the most beautiful women I had ever seen.
It was only at the last moment that I remembered to tuck myself back into my pants and zip, an employee walking in and stopping dead in their tracks.
There was really no way around the situation, so I just leaned against the counter and gave one of the cleaners a little shrug. To their credit, they looked from Belle to me twice before just turning on their heel and walking right back out without a word.
Well, that could have gone better.
I glanced over to Belle, worried about what she might be thinking, but the moment our eyes made contact, we both broke into chuckles.
“That really just happened, didn’t it?” she asked.
I nodded, feeling equal parts embarrassed and amused. “Yes. I do believe it did.”
“Oh man. You know that we’re going to become one of those stories about stupid rich people who think they can get away with anything, right?”
I shrugged. “Hey, at least we’ll be remembered.”
“You have a point there.”
The amusement faded, however, and soon it grew ever so slightly awkward, as it could often do coming down from hot, dirty sex.
“Hey, can I, uh, can I drive you home?”
Normally I was always confident, sure footed. But something about the woman in front of me made me uncertain. I wanted to handle her with kid gloves, to never upset her and protect her from anything bad in the world.
She shifted a bit uncomfortable, as if she was unsure that was a good idea. However, that hesitation only lasted a moment before she nodded. “You know what, yes. I took a cab here, but that sounds much nicer.”
I smiled, feeling useful. “Such high praise. I might put that on my tombstone. ‘Better than a Cab’. Truly a glowing compliment.”
She let out a breathy laugh and I offered my arm to her. Once more, she hesitated before acting, and perhaps she realized that it was a bit silly to be cautious about it considering that I had just been inside of her.
We walked outside arm in arm, the night dark and cool around us. I had parked a bit away -the event a bit too small budget to have a valet- and I noticed her shiver.
Before I even thought about it, I had shrugged off my jacket and draped it around her shoulders. She took it gratefully, giving me a soft smile as we continued on.
Goodness, I could drown in that smile and die a happy man. I didn’t think she had any idea of what she did to me, of how viscerally my body responded to her, but maybe that was a good thing.
Because although I didn’t want our time together to end again, I needed to be real with myself. She’d already proven before that I was good for a bit of a fun time, but not much else. And while it was refreshing not to be used for my money or position in society, I couldn’t help but wish that she wanted to use me a little more.
Oh well. As I had heard her say, if wishes were fishes…
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