Page 11 of Fiona
“No, I mean, maybe at the beginning I assumed that’s all you wanted. I know that I wanted you to want more.”
Michael crosses the room in three large steps and cups my face in his hands. “I’ve wanted you since the moment I saw you. Not just your body, which by the way—” he looks down at the pillow pushed between us and chuckles. “I felt a connection with you that I’ve never felt before. I want everything with you.”
He leans down and kisses me. I drop the pillow and hook my arms around his neck, not wanting an inch between us. He lifts me up and walks me back to my bedroom and lays me down on the bed. I lay back and watch as he strips out of his jeans and shirt, giving me a full view of his contoured muscled body. The bulge in his boxer briefs is pronounced.
I bite down on my bottom lip when he dips his thumbs into the elastic band of his underwear and pushes them down. His hard cock stands at attention.
Michael climbs up onto the bed and settles himself between my thighs. I can feel the damp heat pooling in my pussy, ready for what is about to come. I close my eyes and lean back, ready for the Michael to push his way inside of me, but instead, I feel his warm breath blowing gently on my damp folds. He kisses his way up my thighs, and the stubble I imagined before is everything I could have dreamt it would be. He alternates between light kisses and hot swipes of his tongue.
I moan out his name, unable to hold back. This urges him on and I feel one and then two fingers push inside me. The movement of his fingers increase with the pressure of his mouth as it nears my clit. I’m nearly bucking off the bed in anticipation. I can’t wait any longer, I need to feel my release. I reach down and run my fingers in to his hair and pull him closer to me. It doesn’t take long for me to reach the edge of oblivion. I’m lungs gasp for air as I try to calm my racing heart.
“How was that?”
“That was mind blowing,” I breathe out.
Michael kisses me and I can taste myself on his lips.
“I need to make sure you were ready for me.”
I nod. “I’m ready.”
Michael pushes himself higher up my body, so the tip of his cock is pressed against my entrance. Slowly he begins to push himself inside, waiting briefly to allow me to adjust to his size.
“Are you ready?” he asks.
“More,” I moan, wanting to feel all of him inside me.
He pushes quickly and I feel the sharp burn and cry out.
“Are you okay?” Michael kisses me sweetly on my temple.
I take a few breathes before I tell him I want to start again. He pull out and pushes in slowly, allowing the burning ache to dull and the feeling of pleasure replace it. We move against one another, allowing the pleasure to build between us. This feeling with Michael is unlike anything I’ve ever felt before. I don’t want it to end, but I also want that relief of falling over the edge again.
It doesn’t take long to get me there and Michael holds back so we can come together. I hold on tight to him as he pushes one last time, and we both fall.
