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“Michael,” she gasped, pleading. “Please, I want -”
She stopped, overcome with desire, hardly able to articulate the desire and ache she felt. He did not pause his attention to her.
“What do you want, my darling?” he asked.
“I want you,” she gasped, tugging on him.
Without further encouragement, he backed her towards the bed. Once her legs touched the bed, he grasped her bottom and lifted her up onto it. He followed, hovering over her. Looking up into his eyes, she reached up again, pulling his mouth down to hers. He kissed her deeply, passionately, making her feel heady.
“Are you ready, my darling?” he whispered, breaking their kiss.
She nodded eagerly, pulling him down towards her.
She tilted her chin up towards him and he lowered his mouth to hers as he positioned himself between her legs. As he kissed her, she relaxed against him, softening to his touch. His manhood hovered over her mound, the tip just an inch from her. She gasped with desire, arching her back, aching for him.
“Michael,” she pleaded, pulling him against her, begging him to enter her.
“It may hurt,” he warned. He returned his fingers between her legs again, stroking her slit. “Are you really ready for me?”
She nodded eagerly.
He pressed his mouth to hers again and used his hand to guide himself into her. Slowly and gently, he pushed his length as she accepted him. She gasped, not in pain but in shock of the sensation, causing him to withdraw slightly.
“No!” she cried, grasping his bottom. Pressing her fingers into him, she tried to pull him back in. “No, you’re not hurting me. Please, I want you.”
“Are you sure?” he asked, holding still.
“I’m sure,” she assured him, pushing her hips against him. “Please, I want you inside me.”
He continued to press himself into her, wrapping his arm around her back to cradle her against him. Once he was fully inside of her, he waited for a moment, kissing her again, breathing deeply with restraint.
The moment hovered between them lingering like a spider web across a path. When Michael started moving out of her again, the moment was broken, and desire surged between them again. Lydia felt herself relaxing, opening up to him more, unfolding like a flower in spring.
His movements quickened, though still restrained and metered. She pulled against him, each time he pulled out of her, wanting to draw him back into her. Now knowing what it meant to have her own climax, she knew the feeling to search for, to let it build. She arched her hips, searching for her own pleasure.
Feeling her push against him, he rose up away from her, resting on one arm to slip his other hand between them. He found her nub and teased it with his thumb as he continued to push into her. Only a minute later, she felt her climax building, more intensely than she had ever felt before.
She gasped with pleasure as the climax washed over her, grasping him against her as she trembled. His mouth found hers, stealing her breath away, as he paused, letting her relish the sensation. Unsure how long the moment lasted, she still felt intoxicated with the rush when Michael resumed seeking his own release.
Softened, relaxed, and giddy, she lifted her hips to meet his as he thrust into her. Each pulse came quicker and quicker, until at last he shuddered, gasping, and falling against her. Quickly, she wrapped her arms around his back, content to feel the heaviness on top of them.
They must have fallen asleep, just like that, for she woke later with Michael rolling off her. Half asleep still, she maneuvered with him beneath the sheets. He pulled her back against his chest, where she lay her head, and fell promptly back to sleep.
Night had fallen when they woke again, blissful and content.
“I believe we have slept the day away,” he whispered, kissing the top of her head.
“I cannot say I’m surprised,” she said, trailing her fingers through the smattering of hair on his chest.
Using his fingers to tip her mouth back up to his, he kissed her deeply, wandering his hands down her back.
“How do you feel?” he murmured.
“Sleepy,” she laughed. “Are you enticing me again?”
“Perhaps,” he said, kissing her again.
She snuggled up against him, content to just lay there forever. The fear and anxiety from the night before was a distant memory as she lay wrapped in his arms.
