by Ava Danielle
“Michael! We’re going to the Caribbean!” she jumps up and down, her enthusiasm is addicting and I catch myself jumping right along.
“Looks that way.”
I sit back down on the couch and Theresa jumps on top of me. The way she’s lying on top of me in those tight shorts with her ass up in the air is turning me on. My hands grip her ass, squeezing them tight. Our kisses melt together. Our lips molding into one. Our soft kisses turn into passion. Our heartbeats picking up speed. I pull on her lips with my teeth, our breathing becomes louder and faster. I open my eyes and stare right at her as I feel her eyes on me. “Damn, your eyes,” I say as I look at her. She leans in and kisses me hard. Those fucking lips make my cock twitch. The sounds from the back of her throat make me push her off me so I can be on top of her. I need her body beneath me.
“You’re so gorgeous, Theresa,” I whisper between kisses. I lick her neck, my finger grazing her ear and neck. I taste her. I taste every inch of her. Sucking her in. “I have a lot of making up to do,” I whisper into her, “every inch of you I will take in, I will suck and lick, every inch of you I will devour. I love how my words are making it hard for her to breathe, the way she moans to my every word is making me want to continue and never stop.
“I want you, Michael,” she moans, her hands trying to unbutton my pants.
“You’ll have me, soon, but right now, I want to taste your skin,” I whisper into her ear, annunciating every word.
I grab her hands away from my pants and push them above her head. She’s sprawled out beneath me, there’s fire in her eyes, the way she looks at me with want is making me lose control sooner than I want.
I lean down and kiss her. The tip of my tongue tenderly running along her lips. Her eyes flutter, she’s enjoying every bit of this.
“I’ve missed you so much,” I say.
My hand slides under her shirt, pulling her bra out of the way to feel her beautiful breasts. Taking one of her breasts into my hand, I squeeze it while kissing her lips. We have this undeniable chemistry. Our bodies fit perfectly together. I’ve missed her inside of my arms, she’s my missing piece.
I play with her nipples; she’s squirming below me. Yeah, she wants me. The way she wiggles, she’s dying for me. Her moans become louder and louder. I caress her nipples with my fingers, pinching them. Releasing her hands, I take my other hand and start to feel my way along her belly, down to her thighs. Sliding into the shorts from her thighs, I feel the fabric of her panties. I push her panties aside, sliding further to her folds, I feel how wet she is. Nearly dripping onto my finger, I push in further; she lifts her hips and moans my name. I watch her as she moans my name over and over, pushing my finger into her pussy further and further. She’s warm. Wet. I slowly take my finger back out and lick it off, watching her.
“Fuck, Michael,” she’s staring at me biting her lips.
“So fucking sweet,” I say as I continue to suck on my finger, “I can’t get enough,” and place my finger right back into her pussy making her squirm. She’s losing control. She’s fighting the urge to take over.
Her hands grab my cheeks as she leans into me, “I need you to fuck me right now,” she begs, but I just smile at her. She pulls back some as I unbutton her shorts and pull them down to her knees, ripping her panties apart, and pushing four of my fingers into her pussy. “Damn,” she screams and I see the smile on her face. “Is this what you need?” I ask her as she’s moaning. She can’t seem to answer. Just nods. Moaning in agreement. “Arousing you arouses me,” I quietly say.
She unbuttons my pants, I let her, and starts to pull my cock out, it’s as hard as it’s ever been. I want her so fucking bad.
“I’ve missed your cock,” she says placing a kiss on my lips. My cock has missed you.”
Her hands wrapped around my dick, caressing it, feels so fucking good. She’s driving me absolutely crazy, so crazy I can’t control myself any longer and thrust into her pussy. Pushing in deeper and deeper, making her scream, making me nearly scream. She pulls her hips up and pushes into me as I’m pushing into her; we’re in sync. Releasing together.
“Michael, I can’t get enough of you,” she whispers and tries to catch her breath as she’s squeezing her pussy tight around my dick. After coming all inside of her, I stay in this position for a while, not getting enough of her as well.
I’m lying on top of her; we’re half naked, nuzzling into each other. She’s what I’ve missed in my life. She’s what completes me.
“Baby, I want to be the man that makes you smile all the time, I want to be the man that protects you and loves you forever. I want to be the man you turn to on a bad day, the shoulder to lean on when things get rough. I want to be the one to comfort you on sad days, to love you unconditionally, and to make love to you every day of the week. To cherish you. I want us to make our dreams come true together.”
I’m awoken by the sound of dishes. The dropping of silverware, the pots and pans, no one can sleep through that. Lying in bed I’m reminiscing the past twelve hours. She’s back in my life, back where she belongs. And I hope this time she doesn’t run away again. I need her.
Making my way downstairs to see what she’s trying to whip up. I hear voices. Realizing it’s my youngest daughter’s voice, I make sure I’m dressed appropriately. Running to the bedroom to get my shirt, I head back downstairs.
Theresa and Emma are in the kitchen, they are shaking their asses to something on the radio and it smells heavenly divine in my kitchen, “what you girls doing?” I ask them standing on my stairs that looks into the kitchen.
Theresa looks up at me with a big grin.
“I forgot something in my room, I came to get it, Theresa was in the kitchen cooking and asked if I’d like to help,” Emma says with a scared look on her face,
“Sweetheart, that’s fine. Are you having fun?”
“Uh huh. Theresa is really nice,” she whispers into my ear.
“Yes, she is,” I kiss her on the cheek and observe them in my kitchen. Walking up to Theresa to kiss her lips gently, she pushes me over to the table, “Sit down, you’re in our way,” and sticks her tongue out at me. Silly girl.
Watching them intently, enjoying the show they are putting on, my phone rings.
“It’s probably Mom, I told her I’d be right back,” Emma says with a worried look.
“Hello,” I answer the phone.
“Michael, is Emma still there?”
“Yep, she sure is, she’s helping Theresa destroy my kitchen,” both ladies look at me with an evil eye.
“I’m so sorry, I didn’t realize… ummm.. Michael, just,” I laugh at Addison stumbling over her words.
“It’s ok Addison, she’ll be home after we eat breakfast. IF we ever eat breakfast at the rate they are going,” I stick my tongue out at Theresa this time. Both of them get back to whatever it is they are attempting.
“Ok, you three have fun, bye Michael.”
“Bye Addison.”
Sometimes, less lately than before, I still mean to hang up with ‘Love you’, but I know that we are both way past that. We found our partners we’re destined to be with, it just wasn’t each other. And as much as it pained before, it’s something I’m finally moved on from. Theresa is my future, and I know that because it feels different. I can’t even explain how different.
“Michael?” I hear Theresa say. I look up at her after clearly staring at the table for too long.
“Is everything ok?” she asks me. And I couldn’t be better.
I grab her, hug her tight, kiss her lips, “never been better,” and help them in the kitchen. If I don’t, we might never finish.
After breakfast, Emma went back home leaving Theresa and I alone. We’re cleaning the kitchen together, picking on each other the entire time. Is that what Addison was missing? The playfulness? Did I let it go too soon? Did I really give up? Not making the same mistakes twice, I pull Theresa into my arms and kiss her, passionately.
“What�
��s that for?” she asks me as she pulls back but stays in my arms.
“Just because,” I say as I watch her smile.
“Michael?”
“Uh huh?”
“When are we leaving?”
“Leaving?” I ask her confused.
“Yeah. Leaving on our trip?”
“There are a few things left with the sketches for an upcoming project, but after that we can take a week off and leave.”
“Sure?”
“That’s the perks of dating the boss, isn’t it?”
She gives me a mad look. I think I just might have offended her, trying to pull her back into a hug, my hands around her hips making sure she doesn’t escape me,
“I didn’t mean it like that, baby. You’re still my assistant aren’t you?”
It takes her a minute to answer. I’m assuming she’s debating how she’s going to answer and that worries me a bit.
“I suppose.”
Two little words I’m not sure how to feel about. I don’t want her to be uncomfortable. But I also want her to return to work, I need her there. I need her around me, that is all she’s ever been, around me. While she was gone, that’s the one thing I missed most, her presence, her love that she gave so willingly.
“You nervous?” I ask her.
“Not so much nervous as I am wondering if it’s such a good idea.”
I grab her hands and lead her to the table. We sit across from each other and I take her hand to make sure she knows I’m serious.
“I assure you, you have nothing to worry about. I had a meeting with everyone after you left, I pretty much accused them all of mistreating you, I let them have it. No one gets disrespected for anything. I don’t care who they are. I won’t accept that. And them making you feel unworthy because you and I developed a relationship has nothing to do with the work they are there to do. So I wouldn’t worry,” but she laughs at me.
“Michael, really? Now I’m even more of a target since my knight in shining armor went all Ironman on them,” she says laughing.
Questionably I look at her, “umm, tell me what I was supposed to do? And I am your knight in shining armor? I think I like that thought, and as far as going all Ironman, I hope you didn’t tell anyone about the suit in the closet,” I pick on her.
Theresa slaps me from across the table and gets up to go upstairs.
“Where are you going?” I scream after her.
“Somewhere you’re not coming.” I run up after her, but she beat me to the bathroom, I push the door before she locks it.
“And who says I’m not coming?” she giggles.
“Pervert,” I tell her knowing exactly what she’s thinking.
“Can I take a shower?” she asks me
“Only if I can join,” I seductively say.
Theresa smiles, just smiles, and I’m wondering if she thinks I’m kidding or not. I start to take my clothes off. She’s watching me through the mirror. I drop my boxers and stand before her completely naked. “Well? What’s taking you so long?” I say as I turn the water on. I look over my shoulder and see her take her t-shirt and shorts off. Slowly peeling her panties and bra off as well. She’s so fucking sexy. I could stare at her and get lost in her.
She steps into the shower with me. Looking lost and confused. I’m wondering where her confidence has gone? She was always on top of everything, but with me, she’s been shy lately, me the lover not the boss.
I take her hand and kiss the top of it, I’m trying to assure her that I love her. The little things that she needs to feel to let her know I’m not letting her go.
“You’re mine,” I tell her as I hold her hand close to my heart. The water is pouring out of the showerhead. Hot water streaming on our bodies, our hands gripping on tighter, pulling her body close to mine, feeling the hardness of her nipples on my chest. There’s so much passion between us, I don’t think it’s ever going to fade.
Feeling her slicked breasts pressed at mine, “Theresa. God, how I love you,” I whisper as I kiss her passionately with the water running down our naked bodies. Feeling the probe of my penis softly touch her, she whispers back, “I love you too.”
Pushing her against the wall of the shower, our mouths tightening, our tongues entwined.
My right hand is rubbing over her vulva, probing… parting… my fingers sliding in, so warm. Breaking the kiss, lowering my head, holding her breast and bringing it to my lips. The streaming water is exciting Theresa, and I constrict her nipple with my mouth. Tasting her nipples with interference of the water is making my cock twitch. She’s moaning. Lowering myself to my knees, to continue to taste her, to taste her folds. Drawing in the soft and hard mounds fully into my mouth, I purr on her, that always excites her and she’s having a hard time staying steady in the shower. Her hands are over her head as she’s trying to hold on to tiles that are slipping away. Arching herself forward, widening her thighs, as I press my tongue deeper into her vagina, savoring her.
“I need you, Michael,”
Sliding back up her body, back to the beautiful lips, back to looking into her gorgeous eyes, I press her harder against the tile wall, she widens her legs, holding my head. As soon as I place my cock slowly inside of her, I already sense the approach of an orgasm. We both can’t hold it in any longer, releasing at the same near perfect time.
“Oh fuck yes,” she screams.
I’m pounding into her as I kiss her deep, sucking her in. She’s grabbing on my shoulder, gripping hard, scratching me as she releases. Watching her come has to be the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.
After I pull out, because the position I’m standing is starting to get uncomfortable, it’s the only reason I’m letting myself leave her. I smile at her.
I pull the sponge off the holder and start pouring soap onto it, preparing myself to wash her body. Inch by inch rubbing it, cleaning her. She bites her lips, something I’ve grown to love on her, the way she pulls her lips into her and how red her lips turn by the bite, it makes me hard just thinking about it.
“You spoil me,” she says.
“You deserve it,” I say back as I continue to massage her body with the sponge.
“I love you, Theresa,” I whisper.
I’ve been spending every waking minute with Michael. I never want to leave him, and as much as I regret what I’d done, I feel I needed it. Now I’m sure that nothing anyone says or thinks will keep me from him. Michael is the one that I’ve been trying to get to; he’s the one reason I had to endure so many heartbreaks, to get to him. He’s my one true love. How do I know? It’s the feelings he gives me, the way he fights for me, he is an open book for me, nothing hidden away, and everyday there’s something new I’ve learned or will continue learn from him.
He loves me unconditionally; he will do anything to make me smile, even if it’s something too silly and off the wall. No one has ever done that. And the fear of future heartbreak has gone and disappeared. He makes me truly happy. I’ve never liked sappy, but with him there’s no way around it.
And now I pack for a vacation we only won because a night out to have fun. I wasn’t expecting us to win anything. I couldn’t believe my eyes when he showed me the letter and tickets.
This vacation will show us if we’re meant to be together.
“Ready?” I yell into Theresa’s apartment as I grab the last of her bags.
“Almost,” she screams back running back and forth making sure she’s got everything.
“Got your cell phone? I know you can’t live without candy crush,” I say as I wander out the door.
“Oh shut up, Michael,” I vaguely hear her say and chuckle to myself.
The taxi driver laughs at me, “Women,” he says.
“We can’t live without them though, can we?” I ask him as I lean against the taxi and wait for Theresa.
“What you waiting on? Get in already,” Theresa says as she pushes me out of the way and jumps into the taxi.
Sitting in the backseat of th
e taxi, Theresa places her head on my shoulder, “I’m SO excited, Michael.” I nod to her.
If only she could feel my insides flip. I close my eyes and imagine all the things we will be doing in the Caribbean, not planning on leaving the bed at all.
“You do know I don’t ever plan to leave the bed, right?” I ask her.
Her head snaps up, “you crazy? We’re going to the beach, do a little shopping, we’re going to eat out a lot,” she says.
“I definitely plan on eating out,” I wink at her.
“Michael! You know what I mean,” her eyes looking at the taxi driver, and then me, trying to express to me that I should lower my voice.
“Yep, you’ll devour it,” I say at her as I try to hide my body from being hit by her.
“You think you’re so clever, don’t you Mr. Walker?”
A part of me wants to call her Mrs. Walker so badly, but this isn’t the right time. In fact, I might have just thought of something, but trying to pull it off might be tricky. I’ll have to rethink this a few times.
“Michael?” I shake my head trying to come back.
“Why are you looking at my crotch?” I ask her curiously.
“Oh, just trying to figure out what you were thinking,” she says giggling.
“And my crotch can tell you that?”
“Of course, once there’s something twitching and growing going on, I know exactly what you’re thinking,”
I can’t stop from laughing out loud. “Wow, Theresa.”
She laughs. “What? It’s true,” and I can’t help but agree.
“Got it all figured out, don’t you sweetheart?” I chuckle.
“Uh huh!” she says as she places her head back on my shoulder.
Running through the airport, we barely make our plane. Checkpoint after checkpoint, shoes in a bin, bags thrown, our bodies being scanned, we run like a bunch of maniacs through the airport. Luckily Theresa knows how to keep up with me, even in those wedges she’s wearing on her feet. I told her to put on sweatpants and sneakers, but no, she wants to get off the plane in style, so a sundress and brown wedges had to be worn, while I’m running with a pair of sweatpants and sneakers on my feet with a t-shirt. She laughed at me and said the shirt wouldn’t stay white very long and packed one of my shirts in her handbag. Women are hard to argue with.