Chapter Seven
Bedtime Confessions
Four months later…
Michael has the self-control of a saint. We have been dating for four months now and slowly, day by day, I have come to rely on him more and more. He even made the trip home with me to visit my parents’ grave on the anniversary of their passing.
In that moment, when we stood at their tombstones, he was my rock, holding me while I cried. It’s the only way I could introduce him to them. And it sucked. Another bitter pill to swallow at my loss.
We both decided to spend our summer in Charlotte. I’m not ready to go back to life in my childhood home. It’s one thing to visit, since the time is short. With the furniture still the same, I can stay in my room and pretend they are still there. Closing my eyes, I can pretend they are away for the weekend and will return to me soon. However, that’s not my reality.
The house will never be the same. It will always be home, but I can’t live there. Not when the emotions still suffocate me.
Maggie is spending the summer here, as well. Things are good for her. She recently started dating a guy named Brayden who lives here year-round, so she stayed for him. This is the first truly committed relationship I have seen her in.
In fact, she has spent more time at his place than she has here. I have yet to meet Brayden, but from what Maggie says, he’s tame compared to his roommate Ryder, who is “a wild one.” She has never seen him with the same girl twice. Hearing about him makes me especially grateful for what I have with Michael.
Most college guys are in it for a quick bang. I’m glad Michael and I share more. As time passes, though, I begin to wish Michael would be in for a bang.
We make-out, but nothing beyond groping and kissing. When I try to take it further, he pulls back, saying it’s a timing thing. Once he gets to a certain level of excitement, he claims he won’t be able to stop himself, so I better be ready.
He doesn’t feel like I’m ready to give him all of me. Dammit, I want him to lose control with me. When he’s around, everything stops and I just want him. Doesn’t he feel that way, too?
Not only has Michael brought me back to the land of the living, but he’s stirred my body back to life, as well. His presence makes me feel again. I have a constant hum in my core, an ache that’s begging to be satisfied.
Since we have a dinner date planned tonight, I do my hair in an up-do, hoping that by exposing my neck, Michael will be unable to resist. Going into Maggie’s closet, I then find a low-cut, cocktail-length, little black dress to wear.
Tonight, the plan is seduction.
Michael better be ready for me to take all of him. Tonight is important. I can’t wait any longer, and I don’t know why he wants to. Is it me? Am I too much of a mess? Is he into kinky stuff?
Why the delay?
I can be kinky. I want to make love to the man I love. Tonight will be that night.
The knock at the door alerts me to his arrival. Opening it, I smile sweetly and, for a moment, time stands still as Michael drinks me in.
Feeling a tugging deep in my belly, I confidently reach up and pull him down to kiss me.
He’s stiff and unwilling at first, which shakes me. Doesn’t he want me?
My insecurities creep in. What’s wrong?
I have never been so nervous, so full of self-doubt. Why doesn’t he want me? Am I unattractive? Do I look like a woman who is too much trouble? He tells me we are good together, so why won’t he take things to the next level?
Before I can finish my thought, he relaxes, taking over and pulling me closer as he devours my mouth.
Dinner plans are forgotten as we stumble into my apartment, tangled in each other. Excitement and adrenaline rush through me with each beat of my frantic heart.
Something has shifted. I feel a change in Michael.
He roams his hands all over my body, squeezing my breasts through my dress. Now my pulse goes into overdrive as his kisses become passion-filled, demanding, and unforgiving. I relish it.
When he dips his head to kiss my neck, I mewl in want and need for him.
On a growl, he effortlessly scoops me up, and I wrap my legs around him as my dress slides up over my ass. I feel his erection grow in his pants and drop my hips, bringing my core where I want it, gently grinding as he walks us back to my bedroom.
Friction. Sweet friction.
“Baby, you ready for this?” He lays me back on my bed. “I’m only going to ask this once, then I’m not stopping,” he warns.
I can only bite my bottom lip and nod. Words have left me. Want and need consume me.
Pulling the dress over my head, he frees my breasts. I’m lying in front of him in nothing but a black lace thong and peep-toe heels.
Michael stops and stares at me for a moment. His hesitation has me insecure.
I begin to cover my breasts with my arm when Michael is on me. The onslaught comes fast and hard. He’s kissing me with more fervor and fury than I ever knew could be possible. My lips hurt as my body begs for more.
He lowers his head, taking my nipple in his mouth and sucking hard. The combination of pain and pleasure shoots straight to my core. Before he even pulls his mouth off, I’m writhing, wanting more.
He nips his way around my collarbone as he traces his fingers around my inner thigh. Then he pushes my panties aside, tracing my outer lips with his fingers before he spreads them. Circling my clit with his thumb, liquid pools under me, my desire rapidly increasing with my pulse.
He inserts one finger inside me with a slow rock in and out, setting his pace. The sensations of having his body over me, his mouth returning to my breasts, and his finger working me are all blissfully overwhelming.
He adds a second finger as he increases his pace, and the buildup rapidly mounts. I’m so close.
He kisses his way south, reaching the juncture between my legs. The rhythm of his fingers slows as he blows softly on my sex. All of my nerve endings are burning with desire as he comes down and licks me while leisurely continuing to slide his fingers in and out.
I arch, wanting more, and he responds with a nip to my pussy lips in warning to stay in place. Only then does he increase his pace, sucking my clit and sending me over the edge.
Kissing my inner thigh, he hums against me, “Absolutely perfect, Dina. You’re amazing.”
He kisses his way up my body, every touch only making me hyperaware of every sensation.
When Michael reaches my neck, I expect him to kiss me. Instead, he whispers in my ear, “Are you ready for me, Dina? I won’t stop once I start.”
Rather than answering in words, I reach down to find the hem of his shirt, tugging harshly to remove it over his head, as he comes down, kissing me.
The taste of myself on his tongue sets me on fire for more. So much more.
I reach between us, fumbling, until I am finally able to unbutton and unzip his pants. He pauses in kissing me to remove them with his boxers. Then he is quickly back over me, settling between my legs and nudging his way inside.
I reach up and put space between us.
“Condom,” I pant, “in the nightstand.”
“No, Dina.” His tone is firm. “You’re mine. We do this raw.”
“I’m not on birth control right now. I’ll get on it, and then you can go bare. Please, Michael, for now?” I plead, not needing an unexpected pregnancy.
Sighing in frustration, he reaches toward the nightstand to get a condom. Once he’s covered, he’s back over me.
“Only until you’re on birth control. Then, no more. I don’t want anything between us, Dina.”
Before I can respond, he licks the sweet spot behind my ear and slides inside me. I moan in pleasure.
Raising my hips, I aim to pick up the pace.
“So tight,” he groans. “I fucking love this tight pussy.”
He begins to move slowly and tenderly. Instinctively, my body clenches around him, relishing the feeling of our joined bodies. He feels good as he slides in and out of me. Then his tempo increases, and the world stops around us.
“Get ready, baby. Get there, Dina,” he growls, letting me know he’s just as worked up as me.
He reaches between us and circles my clit, sending me soaring into my own orgasm. He moans, reaching his pinnacle, then lies over me, still inside. I feel him pulse as he kisses me softly.
He gradually pulls out then goes to the bathroom to dispose of the condom and clean up. When he comes back to bed, he pulls me close, my back to his front. Then he nuzzles my neck.
It’s a good thing I wasn’t really hungry for food, since he’s apparently ready to sleep.
Just as I begin to drift off, I hear him whisper, “You’re mine now, Dina. No one else can have you. I love you, and you are mine.”
Smiling to myself at his confession of love and devotion, I fall fast asleep.