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I overpower him and, to his complete surprise, turn him over and lean above him.
“Do you want me?” I whisper into his ear as I gently and thoroughly rock my thighs and pelvis.
“Yes,” he replies. “I want you a lot.”
“Good!” I’m satisfied and start to smoothly move my thighs, with a deep and complete gyration, up and down again, deeper and deeper inward. I can sense his arousal and I hold onto the back on his neck, pulling his face closer to me, kissing his lips with a slight bite and pushing my tongue in. We drown in a wild kiss while my pelvis’ movements grow faster. He tenderly grabs my buttocks, giving into my rhythm. This time, I orgasm so hard that I that I ‘forget’ my inhibitions.
“You’re absolutely stunning, a diva!” He mutters at me. I laugh haughtily and with pleasure, shedding off all my layers of insecurity.
“Your turn!” I announce with a wide grin, and sit up straight, reaching my buttocks towards his penis, as if riding him like a prime stallion. I stretch myself backwards and place my hands on his grand chest, pushing myself forwards and back, faster and faster, again and again and again. He grasps onto my thighs tightly, pushing up and down, quickly and persistently. I give him my all. It’s important to me that this memory will be etched to his heart, too.
Now, I lightly nibble on his earlobe and as my moist lips brush the back of his neck, sending an intense shiver down his spine. He moans with delight, allowing himself to let loose at the pace I dictate, again and again, until he climaxes with erupting sounds of gushing passion.
I rest my head on his perfect chest, now covered in droplets of sweats. Michael keeps quiet. He smells my hair, kissed my head, places his hands on my buttocks and holds me tighter.
Suddenly and unexpectedly, I burst out in tears. Damn it! I can’t control these damn tears.
“What’s wrong?” Michael asked, startled. “Is everything alright?”
“Yes, I reply after a couple of minutes during which I tried to catch my breath. “I’m sorry. I seem to be emotionally overwhelmed.”
He lifts his knees and forces me to let him pull out. That void pains me. It was so pleasant to have him inside of me. What will I do starting tomorrow morning? A sense of emptiness wells up inside of me and lodges in my throat. He lays me gently against the pillow, and with his thumb he swipes away a tear.
“Everything is all right, it’s just a burst of adrenaline. I enjoyed it so much!” he adds, panting and smiling at me.
“Yes,” I agree with him. “It certainly was great, thank you.” I add then, “I needed it, or rather – I needed you.” I immediately correct myself. “I didn’t miss the sex as much as I did the immense passion and excitement. I feel a lot stronger now,” I lie as I always do. “Tomorrow, I’ll have to return to my old life. I’ll have to cope with things, and whenever I’ll struggle, I’ll have this sweet memory to hold on to,” I confess sincerely as I feign a horribly fake smile.
Michael smiles and is on the verge of laughing out loud. He smooches me.
“I’ve already told you I’m not into casual sex, haven’t I, sweetheart?” He asks and taunts me. I can’t quite understand what he means by that. I smile in silence. Thoughts start running through my mind as I try to figure out his intentions.
“Whatever; let’s go take a shower and get ready. We’ll be back home in about an hour.”
When he re-entered the room, he found me sitting on a chair in front of the vanity table, combing my hair after I’ve already put on the gorgeous dress that he bought me back at the mall. It was a white strapless dress that accentuated my breasts and left my shoulders bare. Its bottom part was so loose that it draped my body just perfectly.
“You’re stunning, Sam. A real beauty,” he whispers behind my ear and kisses my cheeks.
“The dress is beautiful,” I look at him with embarrassment. “Thank you,” enchanted, I smile at him through the mirror. “I feel like a princess,” I whisper at him. “I really don’t know how to make the transition and return to reality.” I declare with sincerity.
“Reality?” Michael asks. “I’m in it, I hope.”
“I don’t understand,” I reply with a certain dash of naivety.
“I want you, Sam!” he declares. “I want us to test this relationship. I really feel like we have something honest, and crazy chemistry. I hope,” he continues, “that you share my feelings. On the other hand, I also think it might be a bit too soon for you to start a new relationship. That being said, sometimes it’s best not to give it too much thought, just go with it and have a good time together, even if the timing isn’t perfect for either of us. I think we have something special; wouldn’t you agree?” He sits on the bed, then adds, “it’s completely up to you. I’m right here,” he declares.
I’m beside myself; I stand up at once, approach him, drop him back on the bed, lift my bare thigh on the mattress, then the other, and give him a blissful and sincere hug, filled with intent and pain. I wish that he would be the one who would save me from myself, I contemplate. I want to love him my whole life, standing at his side.
“See how pretty you are,” he’s pleased with himself. “Let’s go upstairs right now. I want you to dance with me.”
He plays a song that I adore – ‘I died in your arms tonight’. I look into his blue eyes and smile. “I certainly felt that way in your arms,” I blush. We dance, embraced. We enjoy the magic sparking between us and the wonderful atmosphere, staring into each other’s eyes with a silence and affection that only seems to grow.
Struggling to contain myself, I kiss him again; however, this time, without any inhibitions, a long and quiet kiss. My hands hold onto the nook between the back of his neck his wide shoulder blades; I feel protected, safe. I kiss him again and again, absolutely charmed by him, as he responds to my every whim, giving in.
“Let’s go downstairs, I want you again,” he whispers.
“You seem to have a healthy appetite,” I joke.
“Appetite is sharpened by the first bites!” he explains with a sly smile. We eagerly return to the room. Michael flips me over on the mattress without any foreplay, lifts the bottom part of my dress, moves my black thong aside, leans in, kisses my tenderness, licks softly and gently, then increases the intensity of his movements, gradually and cautiously, impatient yet focused.
