He just waved me over. When he kissed me this time, it was with far more vigor and lust. He had me on my back in a matter of seconds, and he lifted up my nurse’s gown to pull my panties down.
He dived right into my sex, his tongue seemingly drawn like magic to me. When he pressed, I uttered his name incoherently, as unable to speak as he’d been seconds ago. I clenched my legs tightly and arched my hips, unable to stay still with the ridiculous amount of pleasure running through me. I was sure some of it had to do with how Michael and I were connected, but heavens was this unbelievable.
“Mi-Michael... ” I gasped.
I reached for his hair and gently ran my hands through it, digging my nails in.
“Fuck, I want you,” I growled.
It was like giving catnip to a kitten. He looked up, still working on me with that gift of a tongue, and smiled.
“You know I’m ready to go in at a moment’s notice,” he said. “Just say—”
“Don’t fucking wait,” I growled.
Michael planted one more kiss on me, climbed up, and put himself right outside of me.
“You’re sure,” he said. “No turning—”
I grabbed his hips and tried to pull him into me. Obviously, he needed to do the work, but the point was made.
He entered into me, and all I could do was gently nibble down on his neck at how good he felt.
Oh, fucking heavens, he felt amazing. He filled me like I’d never been filled before, and it felt like he could get deeper than I’d ever had before. He moved like a gymnast on top of me, and whether because of his physical prowess or the emotional connection we shared, I could feel the tension developing inside of me extraordinarily quickly.
I dragged his face down to mine and kissed him passionately as I thrust my hips into him. This man hadn’t just been a great guy to me, he’d literally saved my life. And yes, I suppose I had really saved his in some sense, but because of everything that had transpired, there was really only one man that I knew could understand me. Fortunately, it was the man that I, yes, loved the most.
Michael Giordano.
And at that, at the very thought of his name, at the thought of all we had been through, I came on him, my sex pulsating around his thrusting cock. I squeezed his body with my arms and tightened my legs around him, the intensity of the feeling nearly unbearable. I hadn’t had sex in some time, but the pleasure that this was producing was unforgettable.
When I finally finished, Michael was still going. I suppose being as fit, athletic, and lean as he was made things a hell of a lot easier to have sexual endurance.
I had him get behind me for doggy style, but really, that was just because I needed a breather—literally, I couldn’t keep up with how good he was making me feel. Probably for the better, though, it meant that when he went back into me, it was like starting fresh all over again, and within minutes, he had made me come again.
“Michael, ohhh, yes,” I said, although saying anything more than that was beyond my capabilities.
Eventually, Michael finally came when I was on top of him, leaning forward, kissing him. There was a pleasurable cry, and then there was the actual orgasm. The moment just made me want to cradle him, hold him under my legs and in my arms, forever.
Maybe it was getting a little carried away. Maybe it was projecting ahead off of too much. Maybe it was risking a lot of my emotional well-being to say that I loved him and that I felt like we could really make it work.
But if my stubbornness and my hard-headedness could make me reject the Black Reapers as a group to work with, those same personality traits could make me believe we would live happily ever after. We understood each other on a profoundly deep level, far beyond what even some married couples knew, and that understanding and appreciation for each other could help carry us through some dark times.
It also helped that it was hard to imagine anything darker than what we had just experienced for a long, long time. It was, honestly, only uphill from here.
“Wow,” Michael said, looking up at me in admiration.
“Wow, what?” I said.
“Wow... you,” he said. “I never thought, after everything I’ve been through, that I would ever see something so beautiful in my life. But now, looking up at you? I’m seeing it now. I’m seeing the most beautiful thing in the world. And that’s you.”
It wasn’t corny in the slightest. I could see how serious he was. It was so sweet, I almost teared up.
I had to lean forward to kiss him just to avoid this very issue. But I didn’t need that excuse— I would have kissed him anyways.
Because I could say the same thing back to him.
Michael, likewise, was the most handsome man I had ever seen. He was the man that had changed my mind for the better on a lot of things, kept me on my good side about some others, and had ultimately made me better at understanding the person, not the image. Michael made me a better person, and I had no doubt ho I felt about it.
