19
MICHAEL
She was still mine, and she still burned within me. I felt her in every kiss, every breath, every fucking sweet caress of hers. As soon as the elevators dinged I dragged her into my apartment. It didn’t matter how much we fought it, our chemistry sizzled and there was no denying it any longer. I was tired of fighting, tired of her running away from me.
She stood there in my living room, her backdrop was the glittering lights of Chicago that shown in the distance. The Skydeck Tower a reminder of that one day we had together. I came up behind her, taking a deep sigh as my hands wrapped around her waist, engulfing her in my arms.
“You smell so good,” I whispered against her neck, inhaling her. She threw her head back against my shoulder, and I was absolutely enamored by the feel of her.
“You feel so good,” she whispered back, running her hands along my forearms and hugging me tightly to her.
“I don’t know if I could ever let you go,” I groaned into her neck and she shivered.
Slowly, she turned in my arms and looked up at me. “Shhh,” she pressed her fingertips to my lips. “Let’s not think about letting go. Right now, I just want you to make me yours again.”
I growled and lifted her into my arms, her legs coming up and wrapping around my waist as her lips found mine once again. She cradled my face and let her lips linger on mine, our tongues tangling in leisured laps that set my body on fire. I walked us down the hallway, back to my bedroom and gently lay her down on my huge California King.
She stretched out and giggled, making me smile. “God, I love your laugh. It fucking does shit to my insides, Baby Girl.”
She smiled and caressed my cheeks, her gentle touch slowly making me fall deeper into her sweetness, her love. “You do things to me too.”
“Yeah? Tell me. What kinds of things?”
She shrugged, looking innocent for a second. I forgot that look of hers. “Keep looking at me like that, Sugar, and I can’t help what I’ll do to you.”
She smiled softly and then her smile slowly faded, and a sad look encompassed her eyes.
“What is it, Sugar? Why are you sad?”
“I hated you, you know,” she whispered as I kissed her forehead.
“Yeah, I know. But guess what?”
“What?” Her eyes searched mine, hope lighting them up.
“I loved you.”
Tears filled her eyes and I leaned in, kissing her wet eyelashes softly. “Don’t cry, sweetness.”
“Promise me you won’t hurt me. I won’t be able to handle it again.”
“I’ll only promise one thing,” I kissed her lips softly. “That I’m gonna love you so hard, Sugar.”
The saltiness of her tears mixed with the sweetness of her tongue, the taste of her lingering between us.
Breaking the kiss, she looked up at me. “I just want you to know, I never…”
“I know. I know, Baby Girl. I found out the truth that night.”
“You did?”
“I had come back for you. I loved you then, fuck I loved you from the first moment you walked into my life. I just got so caught up in us that night that I never told you. Then you left without giving me a chance.”
“Ohhh, Michael,” she wrapped her arms around me bringing me down her lips. I let her kiss me, enjoying her lips on mine.
We rolled on the bed until she was on top of me and I enjoyed the weight of her, the feel of her pressed against me. Sliding my hands down her back, I roamed over her ass cheeks and squeezed them apart. She gasped and looked down at me.
“You’re the first man.”
I scrunched my brow in concern. “The first man to what, Sugar?”
“To touch me like that,” she whispered.”
I lifted her skirt up and spanked her hard. She gasped and rocked into me, her mouth hovering over mine as I squeezed her flesh.
“That’s for thinking you’re not beautiful.” I spanked her again and she whimpered. “That’s for keeping me from my pussy for so long.”
I flipped her over and lifted her skirt over her tummy. I saw her blush as I hissed while I stared down at her. Sexy thing she was.
“Fuck,” I played along the silky material of her black panties, running my index finger along one lip then the other. She bit her lip sexily as I dug my fingertips under the seam. Her tummy rippled and she took in a sharp breath as I licked the flesh just over the seam of her waistband.
“God, you’re fucking beautiful. So, fucking beautiful, Sugar.”
“Michael,” she breathed as my fingertips ran down the silk and over her mound, teasing her, heating her up little by little. The pad of my thumb played over her clit, barely giving it any pressure, just caressing it softly. She lifted her hips and I chuckled.
“Want more?”
“God, yes,” she moaned, parting her thighs for me. I could tell my rumbled response made her wet with need.
I slid down her body and raised one finely toned leg up, fitting myself between her thighs.
“Michael!”
“Shhhh,” my eyes met hers in a wicked look that made her part her lips in silent anticipation. “That’s a good girl.”
Once again I lifted the seam of her panties, running my fingertips along it, the backs of them caressing her plush mound. I loved seeing her squirm above me, her breasts pressing against the soft material of her dress, teasing me as they dared to spill out.
Leaning in, I pressed my nose against the silk and inhaled her. “God baby, you’re intoxicating. I missed the taste of you.”
She whimpered for me and slowly propped herself on her elbows, looking down at me. I held her lust filled gaze as I slowly uncovered her pussy. My pussy. Opening her pretty mouth for me in pleasure as I slid my tongue out and lapped it across her slit, missing her clit.
“Ohhhh,” she gave out a tiny gasp as I moaned against her. She slid further down, opening her thighs for me and making me chuckle. She was a needy little thing, a needy submissive ready for the taking. Hooking my forearms under her hips I dragged her to me enjoying how her body arched back as my tongue started to lap at her cunt. Clutching at the covers, her legs began to tremble from the sweet sensations that rippled through her body.
“You’re going to submit to me, Sugar? Is that what you want?” I blew lightly across her lips and she pressed her heels on the bed and lifted her hips. Such a sexy little horizontal dance she had.
“You need a master, don’t you?” I dragged my tongue along the slit of her pussy, rimming the entrance slowly, taking my time, teasing her. She raised her hips, but I held her down as my tongue curled around her tight clit making her soar off the bed.
“I’ll be your master, Sugar.” My lips circled around her cunt and I sucked at her clit, my tongue rolling against it like the most delicious morsel it was. She screamed, rocking her hips off the bed and I groaned into her. I clutched her plush ass, bringing her up to my hot, greedy mouth.
She clawed at my hair, running her hands through it and pressing me against her as I devoured her just like I promised. Her legs went up over my head of their own accord and I held her there, wide open as I dragged my tongue along her slickness, moaning as I ate my meal. When I twirled my tongue along her entrance I knew I had her. In and out I went, making her cry out for me.
Fuck I loved this. This is what I lived for. For her cries, her whimpers, to give her pleasure.
“Michael! Oh my God! I’m going to…Oh, God!”
“Yes,” I breathed against her, my fingers finding her tight hole and sliding in. Her muscles tensed and I watched her toes curl as I slid my fingers in and out of her while tongue fucking her clit.
“Michael!”
“Yes, Sugar! Cum for me. Cum all over me, Beautiful. Let me taste those sweet juices.”
“Oh my God!” She screamed out, her legs trembling as I finger-fucked her into delirium. Her body rocked against me as it responded to my command. Slowly I rocked my fingers in and out of her, lightly kissing at her sensitive button, making her whimper as my body thrummed.
She lay there, staring up at the ceiling and giggled. When she looked over at me, that spark in her eye made me laugh. Sitting up, she crawled toward me. She looked like a wildcat hungry for her prey. And fuck did I want to be that prey.
Grabbing at the waist of my pants, she tugged on it, undoing the belt. Flinging it off, she threw it on the side and looked up at me sexily. “You can tie me up with that later.”
“Fuck,” I whispered huskily, loving this side of her.
Tugging at my pants, she gasped as my cock leaped out at her, it was swollen and throbbing. Larger than I’d ever seen it and it was ready to claim her. I clenched my fists as she looked up at me, those big chocolate eyes holding sinful promises. Promises I wanted her to keep.
I looked down beneath hooded lids and grunted as I watched her dainty tongue drag up along the head of my dick. She moaned, the humming vibrating along my nerves, making me clench my muscles. Fuck she felt fucking amazing. I’d pictured her so many times on her knees for me, and as I looked down at her pretty face I couldn’t believe my fantasy was real. She was so fucking real.
“Suck on it, Sugar. Fuuucckkk,” I groaned as her lips wrapped around me and she did as I asked. Long, hard, wet pulls of her mouth as she slid those luscious pouty lips down my length. My cock throbbed in her mouth and I tightened my thighs at the exquisite feel of her tongue ran along the underside.
The wet sound of her slurping at it, her hungry moans, and the way she popped my cock out of my mouth, only to devour it again, had me panting and concentrating on not blowing my load too soon.
“I want you inside me,” she whispered as she jacked off my cock. I groaned as she knelt up and shoved me back onto my ass. She straddled me, and I propped myself on my elbows, watching her sultry moves.
Holding onto my shoulders she perched my cock at her entrance and we both let out a loud groan as she slid down it. She sat there a moment, my cock pulsing inside of her, her pussy tightening around it. Her eyes held mine and the lust between us sizzled. Her soft brown waves framed her face, her lips pink and swollen from having my cock in her mouth, her tits full and plush, and the tendrils of her long hair brushed against my chest.
She was a sexy vision, all curves, and soft sighs. And then she started to move those hips. Up and down, taking my dick inside of her tightness. That sound of skin smacking against skin was so fucking erotic, but it was her whimpers that made me lose control. Holding her hips still, I humped up into her, bucking at her like a wild bronco.
She hugged me, smashing her tits against my chest as I rocked her on my dick. She bit down on my shoulder and screamed as I took her hard and deep. Our sex was heated, yet with every stroke, there was neediness mixed with love. Because I fucking loved her, so much, and all I wanted was to show it to her, in every way possible.