CHAPTER 9

Julie

Michael’s kiss was gentle at first. His lips slid easily over mine, teasing me and tempting me at the same time. When his tongue slid inside my mouth, I sank deeper into the kiss. We’d been here before, this moment where our desires overtook us and propelled us into bed together. Only this time, it felt different. I was calmer, more relaxed, not frantic with need. Michael seemed to feel the same way.

He took his time with me. He kissed me slowly, taking time to taste every inch of my mouth and nibble gently on my lips. I moaned as his strong arms wrapped themselves around my waist. He held me tightly against his body, running his fingers down my spine and then back up again. I shivered at his touch, but it only served to pull me deeper in. I kissed him back with as much passion as I could muster, letting my mind go blank and my body take control. Soon, my heart jackhammered in my chest, and I could barely breathe.

I wrenched my lips free from Michael’s and took a step back to catch my breath. Michael didn’t let me get far. He stepped forward just as I stepped back, pushing me across the room. He grinned slyly, and I giggled at his advance. We were seconds away from crashing into one of his bookshelves. When we did, he grabbed me roughly and kissed me again. My back collided with the books, making the shelf shake and my body fill with fire. Michael’s kiss was more intense this time, more insistent. There was a desperation in his hands that hadn’t been there before.

In one motion, he lifted my shirt over my head and tossed it to the floor. His practiced hands unhooked my bra and slid it easily over my shoulders. It followed my shirt to the floor, and Michael’s hands caressed my bare breasts. He ran his thumbs over my nipples, pinching them gently at first. With each stroke, he got rougher and rougher. Soon, my moans were so strong that I was practically crying out against his lips. Michael’s tongue pressed farther into my mouth, tasting my tongue and undoing me completely.

When he lowered his head to take my nipple in his mouth, I cried out and pulled at his hair desperately. I wanted him to take me right there, right then. I didn’t want to wait another second, but Michael was determined to take his time with me. He teased my nipples one at a time, taking one in his mouth while his fingers teased the other. He hadn’t yet removed my pants but, already, my panties were soaked through with need. I thrust my hips forward, pressing myself against him. He pulled away just enough so that we weren’t touching yet. I groaned and tried to pull him back.

“Patience,” he whispered against my tits. “Patience.”

“I want you,” I moaned.

Michael chuckled darkly and continued to work my nipples. I was seconds away from losing my mind when he finally sank lower. His lips traced a line down my stomach until he was kneeling in front of me. He unbuttoned my pants and slid them over my hips, taking my panties along with them. When they reached my ankles, I stepped out of them and kicked them away, grateful to finally be naked.

“Come here,” I said. I tried to pull Michael up so I could undress him, but he resisted.

Instead, he buried his face between my legs and resumed his attack. His tongue lashed against my clit, and I cried out. I was so close to an orgasm that I tried desperately to pull away. I didn’t want to come already. I wanted to come with him inside of me. I wanted to feel his throbbing cock buried deep inside when I finally came undone with ecstasy.

“Come here,” I begged. “Please.”

Michael finally obeyed. He stood up and pressed his lips to mine while I frantically tore his clothes from his body. He gripped my hips tighter and pulled me against him, pressing me against his fully erect cock. I groaned at the sensations that were shooting through my body.

“I want you,” I moaned. “I want to feel you.”

Michael lifted me off my feet and carried me over to the desk that sat in the middle of the library. He laid me flat on my back and kissed my stomach lightly. Shivers ran through my body. I reached for him, pulling his lips back to mine while he spread my legs with his hands.

He was still moving too slowly for my liking. I kissed him hard and fast, pushing my hips forward until my wetness enveloped his dick. He groaned as he felt just how desperately I wanted him.

“You’re soaked,” he whispered against my lips.

“I want you,” I said again.

“Fuck.” Michael groaned and shoved his hips forward. In one motion, he was inside of me.

I gasped and whimpered while he rolled his hips slowly forward. He was torturing me, but I could tell it was getting harder for him to resist his own urges. As much as he wanted to take his time, his body was telling him something different.

Michael placed his hands on either side of me, bracing himself against the desk while he rocked his hips faster. With each thrust, he grew harder inside of me. My pussy was already aching for him and, in seconds, I came so hard that I thought my scream might break the window.

“Fuck yes, Michael!” I cried out.

The sound of his name on my lips changed Michael instantly. A dark need passed through his deep blue eyes. His forehead creased. His eyes rolled back in his head, and a growl ripped itself free from his lips.

He grabbed me around the waist and flung me upward. I wrapped my legs around his waist so that he stayed inside me while we moved.

Michael hurled us against the closest wall, his hands moving to my ass and his entire body dripping with sweat. He pressed me against the wall with all his strength, slamming his cock inside of me with so much force that it knocked the wind out of me.

“Oh god,” I whimpered and held on for dear life.

My second orgasm came on faster than the first. A rush of pleasure flooded my pussy and coated Michael’s cock. He groaned and buried his face in my neck. His body shook and trembled while he held onto me tightly.

His fingers dug into my ass as he took me even harder.

“You feel fucking amazing,” he growled again, and I knew he was close.

I pulled his face to mine. This kiss wasn’t like the others. It was hungry and full of lust and emotion. I buried my tongue in his mouth to keep myself from screaming his name out again.

He kissed me back, holding me tight.

His cock spasmed inside me, and the feeling of it pushed me over the edge again. Wave after wave of pleasure pulsed through me. My entire body clenched as we tangled together and our cries mingled in the air.

Michael thrust into me a few more times, letting the waves of pleasure wash over us both. I whimpered and wrapped my legs tighter around his waist, burying my face in his shoulder and biting down gently on his skin.

His arms were shaking as he slowly set me on my feet. My body immediately felt the loss of him as he slipped out of me.

“Come take a shower with me?” he asked. He tucked a stray strand of hair behind my ear. The look in his eyes was unlike anything I’d ever seen. His deep blue eyes were dark, full of emotion and need. It was more than desire. It was affection.

I nodded and let him lead me by the hand through the house. We walked naked down two flights of stairs until we reached Michael’s bedroom. He held open the door for me and left me alone while he turned on the shower. I listened to the water run and looked around his room.

Part of me thought I should feel awkward. I was standing alone in Michael’s bedroom, naked and dripping with sex. Still, I’d never felt more comfortable in my life. I didn’t know what it was about him, but I had now had sex twice with a man I’d only seen on three occasions. It was so uncharacteristic of me, but I just couldn’t help myself with him.

When Michael reappeared, there was a soft smile on his face that drew me to him. He pulled me against him and kissed my lips softly. We backed into the shower, still holding onto each other. Our kiss never broke as the steamy water cascaded over our aching and exhausted bodies.

We fell asleep in Michael’s bed that night. Neither of us bothered to get dressed after the shower. We curled up beside each other and drifted easily off to sleep.