Chapter 43

~~ LILY ~~

Back at Michael’s house, we were lying on the sofa in the lounge after lunch.  All my clothes and things were packed away in the room I was sharing with Michael and the photographs of my parents and grandparents were on display in the foyer of his home. Michael kept reminding me it was ‘our’ home, but it would take some getting used to.

Ramon had left after lunch and drove back to his cabin which he’d built on his parents land.  His brothers were great guys, stubborn, but great guys.  On my insistence, Michael had phoned Lucien until he answered to make sure he was all right.  The chicken didn’t speak to his brother and immediately passed me the phone.  Lucien cursed, then apologized when he realized it wasn’t his brother.  I could probably now curse with the best of them.

Michael had wanted to rest in his room as soon as Ramon left, but I’d told him I really needed to rest up. I was tired and full after I’d eaten the huge sandwich Michael had bought me from Subway on the way back to the house.

Michael was more than ready for the next round of loving, as the hardness pressed into me could attest.  I pressed closer and heard him groan.

“If you want to rest on here I suggest you stop wriggling around,” Michael whispered. He might be trying to be noble, but his body had other ideas – his cock was twitching behind his zipper.

“I think we’ve rested enough.  Take me upstairs Michael. I want you to love me. Now.”

He shot up from the sofa and picked me up in his arms. After a quick kiss on my lips he walked quickly to our room.

“Put me down.  I want to strip for you.”

“Oh god.”

He released me and let me put my feet on the floor.

I walked towards the bed and turned around to look at him.  “I want you naked, sitting in that chair,” I said, pointing to the chair about four feet away from the bed.

He clenched his fists.  “Lily, I’m not sure I can take this.  You already have me so worked up.”

“I promise not to touch you just yet.”

“Fuck.”

He kicked off his shoes, but wasn’t wearing socks.  He yanked his t-shirt over his head and stood in just his jeans. I watched him and licked my lips.  He had a body of a god, all tight and muscular.  I moved my eyes to his zipper where his hand was.  He very slowly unzipped and I watched his penis appear in the opening.  He was rock hard and weeping.  He took a deep breath and shoved them down his legs until they were off.

Michael stepped back and placed his butt in the chair like I’d asked.  He was magnificent.  He had strong thighs, only a sprinkling of hair covered his groin, with his penis jutting up towards his stomach.  It was thick, long and wet on the tip.  I licked my lips and Michael arched off the chair.

“Lily, you’re going to get more of a show if you don’t stop staring at me like that, as though you want to put your mouth to me.”

I smiled.  “I do.”

“Lily,” he growled.

I kicked my boots off and shoved the sweats down my legs.  I was still wearing Michael’s t-shirt that covered me.  I took hold of the hem and slowly pulled it up and over my head then tossed it to join Michael’s pile of clothes.

Standing only in my bra, I reached around the back and unhooked it, pulling it down my arms slowly until it joined the rest of the clothes.  I was naked and it was Michael’s turn to lick his lips.

I stood in front of him and started circling my nipples with my fingers, something I’d never done in front of anyone before.  Michael watched my movements through lust-filled eyes.

“Mmm, this feels good.”  I started to twist and pinch them between my fingers.  I was so wet between my thighs and Michael’s penis was twitching, a bead of liquid trailed from the tip.  “Stroke yourself,” I told him.

His eyes moved from my breasts and met mine.  He put his hand around the large bulbous head of his penis and stroked downwards.  He groaned.

I watched him move his hand up and down.  I stepped closer and could hear the harshness of his breath.  He looked hard as rock.  I moved one of my hands between my legs and rubbed my fingers through my wet folds. It was amazing and the contact almost made my legs buckle.

Michael growled.

My fingers were soaked with my juice. I moved my hand away and presented my fingers to Michael.  “Taste me.”

“Fuck Lily.  I don’t know how much more of this I can take.  You have me on a tight rope.”

I stayed standing, but straddled his legs and leaned into him as he took my fingers into his mouth.  He sucked and swiped them with his tongue.

His hand was still fisting his cock as I used my finger to rub the moisture he was leaking into the tip.

“I need you now, unless you want me to come all over us.”

I moved his hand away.  “Next time.”  I impaled myself on him.  He held my hips and stilled me while he caught his breath.  I placed my hands on his shoulders and arched into him, throwing my head back.  He clamped down onto one of my breasts with his mouth.  He used his free hand to pinch my other nipple as I ground myself against him.

I shattered into a million pieces, over and over again. My sex clamped so tight around Michael’s penis, it’s a wonder it didn’t shatter.  Before I had chance to come back to earth Michael came inside me and filled me up with his cum. The thought of his hot cream filling me, set me off again.

I continued to spasm and Michael held my hips tight, cursing to high heaven with his head thrown back.

I collapsed against his chest and wrapped my arms around his neck.  He moved me away from him to look at me and leaned forward, taking my bottom lip between his teeth. He nibbled along my lips before he sealed our mouths and tongues together in a kiss of hunger and possession.

He brushed the hair back from my face.  “Don’t ever leave me Lily, I couldn’t survive without you.”

He brought tears to my eyes.  “I won’t.  You mean the world to me.”