I wanted to kiss and lick him everywhere, but neither of us had the patience right now. We both just wanted to get to the main course, and I made a mental note for later exploration.
He was so hard and ready for me that I wanted to have him right here. It seemed we were thinking the same thing as he sat back on the couch and helped me over him.
I slowly took him in, feeling every delicious inch of him filling me up. Our first time wasn't a one-time thing; being with him felt even better. He held my waist as he set the pace, allowing me to take over once I got too desperate to move. I rode him as if my life depended on it, the pleasure making me moan loudly. It didn't help that Michael brought his finger down to my core, rubbing me in fast circles as I pleasured us both.
My pace increased as I chased my peak, the intense pressure becoming too much for me to ignore. Michael finally wrapped his arms around me and started thrusting up, and I came down on him, matching me stroke for stroke. It was fast and passionate, but our bodies had been denied this pleasure for years, and it was a race to the finish line. I started to tremble as Michael moved even faster, and with every deep thrust, I felt like I was going to pass out. The pleasure built up until I exploded, crying out Michael's name as he followed suit.
His whole body tensed, and he trembled as he reached his peak. His arms around me tightened, and he buried his face in my chest as he groaned loudly. We stayed like that for a minute, basking in our mutual pleasure. I allowed myself to dream for a second that everything might work out between us.
We hada lot to talk about and deal with, but now that we had calmed down and reconnected, perhaps we could start a conversation that ended in mapping a way forward. I wanted that more than anything else, and I could only hope that Michael wanted that too. We needed to somehow be on the same page with our clothes, like how we were with them off. The chemistry between us wasn't a problem; it was trusting each other.
I drew back and smiled at him, touching his cheek. How could one person change so much and yet seem like he hadn't changed? I could see the young man I had met all those years ago but also appreciated that he had grown up. I felt it in his body, which was more toned now than ever, and I saw it in his eyes too. That youthful light just wasn't there anymore. Instead, it was replaced by this searching stare that seemed to want to know all my secrets.
I felt Michael tense before he looked away, his hands coming to my waist. I was on the couch before I knew what was happening, and he was gathering his clothes from the floor.
"Michael?"
He didn't say a word as he walked out of the room, and I quickly gathered my stuff to get dressed. What had just happened? I was so confused, and I started to feel ashamed for giving myself so willingly to him. Had it all just been an act? The hug and the gentle comfort couldn't have been all to get me in bed again, could it?
14
Michael
"Damn it!" I swore as I put on my shirt, wondering how I had found myself in this situation again.
Jade and I were like two magnets drawn to each other, and I needed that to stop. Seeing her so vulnerable had stirred something within me, and I had lost control. But I knew she wasn't to be trusted, and I needed to maintain my distance. I returned to the room and found her sitting on the other couch, looking like I had wounded her.
The couch we had just made love on now felt like some crime scene, and I avoided sitting down altogether. I put my hands in my pocket, unsure I could trust myself not to reach out again.
My passionate kisses made her lips look swollen, and I knew there had to be marks on her neck, too. A primal urge inside me wanted to kiss every inch of her skin and leave my mark there so that she would think of me when she bathed. I wanted to cloud her thoughts as she did mine, and if that made her half as uncomfortable as it made me, then I would count it a win.
We had just spent the past few minutes as close as two people could be, and now it felt like there was a great wall between us. It reminded me that although Jade and I had shared an incredible night once and still had amazing chemistry together, we were still strangers. Strangers who just so happened to share a child.
"I came here so we could talk, Michael," she sighed. "So, let's do that."
I was angry with myself for losing control with Jade, but I had to put that aside for now. A few tears didn't just erase the past few years; it wouldn't give me back the time I had lost with my son. Just thinking about all that lost time made my chest ache, and what hurt most was that no amount of talking was ever going to make it right. I had missed all of that. Those moments had been stolen from me.
"What did you tell him about me?" I asked quietly.
She was quiet for a minute, probably wondering where to start. Her silence only frustrated me more.
Jade looked up at me. "We've never really had that conversation. I always thought it would come when he was much older."
"Why did you keep him from me, Jade? All these years I could have been in his life."
"You think I kept him from you?" She exclaimed in shock. "Tell me how exactly I did that when I didn't even know your last name or where you were from. You think I planned to get pregnant at twenty-two from a one-night stand?"
"You are the one who left," I reminded her.
"It was an emergency! Forgive me if I didn't stay to have breakfast in bed while my best friend needed me."
"You didn't say anything when I met you in town," I pointed out. "And if I hadn't looked for you, you were just going to keep our son to yourself!"
No matter how much she tried to spin this, there was no way she was going to convince me that she intended to tell me the truth. And the look on her face pretty much confirmed it. I couldn't trust Jade, and there was no way around it. She pinched the bridge of her nose.
"I was going to figure it out," she replied.
"When? After another six years? On his eighteenth birthday? Or his wedding day? When exactly were you going to figure it out, Jade?"