When he noticed my gaze on him, he grinned, and almost instantly, his soft dick began to harden and grow.
I hadn't been thinking about sex, not really. Just admiring the view as he changed. He must've thought my gaze of appreciation was one of desire.
And it normally would have been. "Michael," I whispered, but the look in his eyes stopped me. He was hungry. Starved.
It had been several weeks. Of course, he'd gone much longer when he was in his human body, abstaining since he remembered he was spoken for. But his eyes begged me, and the look he gave me ignited my desire. My core tingled with anticipation, blood rushing to my pussy.
I grabbed the hem of my nightgown and dragged it over my head. I hadn't bothered with a bra after my shower this morning, so my nipples puckered as the cool air from the room kissed them.
Michael staring at them hungrily didn't hurt, either.
Michael walked across the bedroom and grabbed me by the hips, picking me up, barely giving me time to grab his shoulders and spread my legs.
Within seconds, I was flat on my back on the bed, Michael's hands yanking my panties off.
He pulled me to the edge of the bed and pressed himself against me without any foreplay. That was fine with me. I wanted him to hurry. As much as I wanted him to get this release, and one for me, he needed to hit the road. Besides that, I was already wet enough to put out a fire.
He rubbed his cock against my clit making me tremble, he was in a rush so it only lasted as long as it took to get himself lubed up enough to thrust himself inside me without a warning. As soon as it was inside, he pushed all the way. This time there was no pain.
Michael's initial thrust was nothing but pleasure. I cried out, always loving the first filling. For some reason, it gave me such a feeling of relief, as if I'd been missing something that was returned to me.
He pushed deep and held there for a second, gazing down at me. "I love you," he whispered. "I will find a way to fix this and remove that dark pit from your eyes."
I hadn't realized they saw it. I hovered over it every second without my Ariel. "Thank you," I whispered. "I love you, too."
He leaned forward and gathered me in his arms, using the bed as leverage to pin me. Michael, my lover. Even in a hurry, moving fast and hard, he made love to me, stroking my hair and kissing my shoulder as his hips did all the moving.
An orgasm built slowly, and I began to wonder if he'd finish before I did, a rare occurrence in my life. All three always made sure I got off, too.
I should’ve known better.
He kept one arm around me, holding me tight, then slipped his other hand between us and pressed his thumb to my clit. He didn't move his hand, he let the movement of our bodies do the work as he thrust his cock faster.
Moaning, I threw my head back and held on for dear life as the orgasm crashed over me, exploding at my core. He didn't move his hand, but I knew he was close. Pressing his thumb harder, he forced the orgasm to continue as moans and cries slipped from my open mouth.
By the time he came, deep inside me, my climax had crested. I was ready for him to finish. The pleasure had become too intense and was in danger of creating pain.
But he stopped at the perfect moment as if he'd sensed exactly how much I wanted and needed and finished accordingly.
I grabbed my shirt off the bed and slipped it between us so he could pull out without any mess following him.
He kissed me, slow and sweet. "I'll be back as fast as I can." One more press of his lips to mine, then he grabbed the suit and walked into the bathroom.
By the time I got upright and used the shirt to clean up a little, I knew he was gone. The bathroom was silent.
With a sigh, I threw the shirt in the hamper and turned on the tap.
After putting on a pair of pajamas—what was the point of dressing, after all—I returned to the kitchen to clean up our lunch. Lucifer came in as I started the dishwasher a few minutes later. Jellybean bounded into the room and nudged my hands until I stopped and told him what a good boy he was. After a few pets, he was happy and wandered into the house.
"I don't mean to be cold." Lucifer hung the leash on the hook by the back door and turned to me. "Or angry. My only child is missing, and I can't do anything. Nothing. I've never been powerless, ever, in my life. And when it really counts, when it matters most, I can do nothing."
His shoulders slumped. "And my wife, my mate, is in more pain than I've ever felt from her, ever. And again, I'm powerless to fix it. I have to wait on Gabriel and Michael to save the day while I walk the dog."
My heart broke for my husband. My mate. Lucifer, the fire of my heart. He was never helpless. Never morose. "I'm sorry," I whispered. "For my part in this."
He shook his head. "It's not your fault. You could be right. She could be pure human and nothing more. But I have Lucian's memories. I love her as much as he did. He was so excited for her birth, to be a dad. I think in that, he had my emotions. Because I would've been thrilled. I am thrilled"
My jaw dropped. "Really? You've never said that."
