Why did I have to say those things to Michael? That look on his face, as if I peeled the scabs off his old wounds and poked all his demons back to life. Sure, he was getting deep and personal before I was, but I can handle it. Michael obviously can’t.
“Shit.” I splash some more water on my face, satisfied I’ve done what I can to be the least gross as possible, and he’ll just have to deal with my red puffy face, though I’m fully expecting him to be gone when I exit the bathroom.
Only he’s right there, waiting at the door, already naked and sheathed, sweeping me into his arms for a bruising kiss full of chaotic emotions. He walks us across the room as he plunders my mouth, dragging soft whimpers with every fervent stroke of his tongue, stripping me with urgent need until I feel the bed at the back of my legs.
Michael falls to his knees, holding my waist and prompting me to move backward until I’m sitting. His hands move to rest on my knees and spread them open, the pads of his thumbs drawing circles up my inner thighs, his lips following, his tongue swirling over my skin until his warm breath caresses over my throbbing center.
The tip of his tongue flicks out and sends a jolt through my body. His lips sprinkle soft kisses over my sensitive flesh in between teasing strokes until I’m shaking with need.
Only then does he oblige me, licking through my folds and latching to my clit, sliding a finger deep into my heat, then another, increasing the suction as his tongue rubs the sensitive nub and his fingers pump in and out faster and faster until I’m holding on to him for dear life, falling apart around his fingers with his name echoing through the room.
Michael captures my lips with a ferocious kiss, pressing deep into me with the heel of his palm massaging my clit, his hand moving fast and hard, providing an intense rub inside and out.
“Oh, God.” I’m so far gone, my body so taxed from the powerful orgasm I just had, that my words are choked and high pitched.
Michael groans and buries his nose in the crook of my neck, hand on my nape to keep me steady. “Come for me, Rockstar. Come for me again.” My body tightens and shakes as it shatters under his touch.
With a rush of air, I find my voice. “Oh, God, yes,” I gasp and cry, fingernails digging into Michael’s tightly wound biceps as the final wave rolls over me, and I start sucking in oxygen with shuddering heaves.
He slows his thrusting fingers to shallow strokes, each one sending a tremble through my entire being, and leans forward to kiss me, tender, soft, and deep, before pulling out and circling my waist with his strong arms.
Michael moves us to the middle of the bed, settling behind me and lifting my leg, maneuvering me, so I’m practically on my back, head cradled at the crook of his elbow, and he’s on his side looking down at me, his eyes swirling with warmth and heat. Then he strokes deep into me, my back arching with a moan, and his head dips to catch a nipple between his lips.
My arm circles his neck, the need building inside me with every slick thrust and swirl of his tongue, the hand of the arm I’m leaning on covering my other breast, kneading and stroking.
This position makes it so he can reach everywhere he needs to pleasure me, and the thought that he’d make the effort settles deep in my chest.
Michael’s tongue trails from my nipple up to my mouth, tangling with mine as his hips start moving faster.
“So beautiful, Lore,” he whispers against my lips before claiming them again. “Love being inside of you.”
“More, Mikey,” I plead, the need to climax rapidly becoming more than I can take.
He slides his hand from my knee up my thigh, finding my clit and his fingers start rubbing fast circles over the bundle of overtaxed nerves, my inner walls clenching around him, trying to pull him deeper.
“You feel so good.” His voice has a desperate quality, and his fingers start moving faster with his thrusts. Then he shifts and drives deeper.
“Michael!” My eyes fly open, the intensity of the climax causing every muscle in my body to wound tight, barely registering Michael’s groan in my ear.
Michael gently turns me and cradles my trembling body, running a soothing palm over my back. “You okay?”
“Too many feels,” I mumble into his chest, inhaling the fresh masculine scent of him as I start drifting.
“Yeah.” He laughs softly, pulling off the condom before tightening his hold. “Go to sleep, Rockstar.” He kisses the top of my head and uses his feet to pull up the covers, the added weight and warmth, pushing me further into sleep.
And before I sink into dreamland, I hear him whisper. “I got you.”
Chapter Fifteen
Michael
I handLauren her coffee and sit on the couch next to her, tucking her hair behind her ear and grazing her cheek with my thumb. “How are you feeling?”
She nods, sipping on her coffee. “The cuddles helped.” She takes another sip, seeming to be deep in thought before her bright eyes lift to me. “I’m sorry if I upset you by bringing up your dad. I know losing him was hard on you guys.”
“It’s okay.” I smile reassuringly. “I just really miss him. Over twenty years later and I still find myself wishing he was here, wanting to talk to him and get his advice. He was the guy that could always solve all the problems, you know?” Lauren shrugs and I rub my fingers over her hand. “And you didn’t upset me, Rockstar, just caught me a bit off guard. You were pretty rattled, though.”
“I think it was a bit too much, running into Jason like that, realizing that I stayed so long in a relationship with a man that never inspired any emotion in me.” Her gaze drops, and we sit in silence for a few minutes, drinking our coffee, before she looks up again with that dull gaze that breaks my heart. “I’m just like her, aren’t I?”