“You won’t,” I answered breathlessly. I positioned myself to where I was on my hands and knees, reached behind me, and tugged him closer.
“Woah, slow down there,” Michael said in a gravelly voice. “I need to get some lube and a condom first.”
I smiled, even though I was sexually frustrated. Even in the midst of a lustful haze, Michael was still responsible. Once he was lubed up and had a condom, he grabbed my hips and positioned himself at my entrance. I bit my lip in anticipation.
“I want it hard and fast,” I confessed, surprising myself.
“We have to be sneaky teenagers, remember,” he said with a short chuckle that fell off into a groan when he slowly penetrated me.
“I’ll just have to bite the pillow then, won’t I?” I grinned and then gasped as he slammed into me.
“Fuck, Michael!”
“Shh, baby.” Leaning forward, he grabbed my throat, pulling me up and against his chest as he crashed into me from behind.
Short breaths left me with each thrust he gave. Tilting my head back against him, I moaned, loving the way he felt gliding in and out of me. When he quickened his pace, I fell back to my hands and knees and had to bite my tongue to stop myself from releasing another loud whimper.
With each swift pump Michael gave me, I felt my heart and soul become more his, forever tying us together both in body and spirit. He was mine, and I was his. Forever. And as my release shattered through me, the full depth of my love for him came crashing down upon me, leaving me completely consumed and forever changed.
I knew I loved Michael, but the feeling gripping my heart and entwining within my soul transformed my love for him into something much deeper. I loved him for everything he was, even the darkness. We had become one.
Finally, I understood the words my father had once told me about the love he had for my mother. About how even after she passed, she still held the missing part of his heart and soul that he could never give to another person.
Michael would forever hold that piece of me. Eternally.