Page 67 of Michael's Awakening
Cocking my hip, I rolled my eyes at him. “It wasn’twastingmy money on you, baby.” An odd look crossed his face, and I walked over to him. Plopping down on the couch, I curled up next to him and laid my head on his chest– my favorite place to be in the world. “I bought you presents because I wanted to. You mean the world to me.”
He took a deep breath, his chest rising under my head, and then wrapped his arm snugly around me. Resting his cheek against the top of my head, he started caressing his hand along my arm. I closed my eyes and cuddled in closer to him.
“You mean everything to me, Gabriel.”
I always knew he was in a serious mindset whenever he used my first name, instead of one of the nicknames he always used for me.
Opening my eyes, I tilted my head to gaze at him. “What’s on your mind? Why do you look sad?”
The only light in the room was from the glow of the Christmas tree, but even in the dim light, I could see a strong emotion reflected in his eyes.
A small smile formed on his lips. “I’m not sad, Angel. Far from it. I just can’t believe how lucky I am to have you.” He kissed my forehead and stared down at me with intense green eyes. “I never thought I’d find you.”
Whenever he said things like that, I always had the biggest urge to burst out into sobs. I was overly dramatic, I know, but I couldn’t help it. Blinking back tears, I lifted my head and crushed his lips to mine. He tasted like warm honey and wine all bottled up into one delicious dish.
Breathlessly, I said. “Make love to me, Michael.”
His dark eyes flashed to mine, lust and love both swirling in their haunting green depths. Gently cupping my face in his hand, he leaned down and kissed me. Our kiss was unhurried as our tongues danced and swirled together.
Tightening his arm around me, he used it to slowly lay me back on the couch, our lips never breaking contact.
He hovered over me, his mouth still moving against mine, and he began undressing me. I ran my nails down his bare back, knowing how much he loved it, and grinned as a low growl rumbled through his chest. Discarding our clothing didn’t take much time at all. Once we were both naked, Michael moved against me, causing our dicks to rub together.
Sparks shot through my body at the incredible skin-to-skin contact, and I moved my hips upward to meet him thrust for thrust.
“Ah, yes,” I groaned as he leaned down and found my favorite spot on my neck, still continuing to drive our cocks together. As he sucked and licked at the sensitive flesh beneath my ear, I quivered at the amazing sensation.
“I want to take my time with you, Angel,” he said as he lifted his face from my neck and looked down at me. “I want to cherish every part of you.”
And he did.
Michael thoroughly explored every inch of my body before making love to me right there by the Christmas tree. It was the most romantic and perfect sexual experience I ever had.
As we lay in the afterglow of our lovemaking, he had an arm wrapped around me as we cuddled on the couch. He was against the back of the couch and I was placed in front of him, with one of his arms under my head and the other wrapped around my stomach. Lightly, his fingers trailed up and down my side as he placed kisses against the back of my neck.
We were in our own little paradise.
“Are you tired?” Michael asked, pulling his arm tighter around me.
“Not really.” And it was the truth. I was wide awake as I lay there with him snuggled against my back. Which was odd for me. Usually, I was out like a light right after sex. I turned to the side and peered at him.
Locking gazes with me, he returned my smile.
“I want you to open your gifts,” I said, flipping around the rest of the way to face him.
“It’s not Christmas yet.” He nipped at my nose.
“It’s close enough,” I whined, pouting my bottom lip, knowing how much he couldn’t resist it. “We don’t have to open them all tonight. Just one.” I stared at him eagerly and when he sighed, I knew I had won.
With a huge grin on my face, I sat up and went over to the tree, still completely naked. Bending over, I grabbed one of the gifts and stood back up.
“Mmm. Bend over again,” Michael said from behind me in a low, seductive purr.
Looking over my shoulder, I saw he had propped himself up on the couch and had an arm behind his head with a shit-eating grin on his handsome face. Wiggling my naked ass at him, I sauntered back over to the couch and sat down.
I held out the glossy, red wrapped present to him and he looked down at it, but didn’t take it.
“Stay here.” He gave me a soft kiss on the cheek and started getting up from the couch.
