She woke up and stretched. The bedside clock read seven-thirty. She closed her eyes.
“Today is the day I start my life again.”
She showered, dressed and had her breakfast. She spent the morning shopping. She bought herself several new outfits. Her new life started with a new look. Next stop was the hairdresser. Not a radical look just a slightly shorter cut and different shape.
When she left the salon, she felt good. She’d heard the expression, I feel like a different woman’, today, she recognised it. That was how she felt as she walked to her car. Next stop was the local farmer’s market, she wanted some nice produce. Tonight, she was cooking a special meal, for a special person.
At home, she called Michael. And invited him for dinner that evening. He was surprised to get her call and more surprised by the invitation, which he gladly accepted.
She fussed about all afternoon. And by the time seven o’clock approached she was ready. She’d changed, and she looked and felt good. The lamb was in the oven, the vegetables on the hob, and the wine opened and breathing. She looked around, she was ready, and she was nervous.
Her heart-rate increased as she heard him pull into her drive. She opened the door to greet him and before he could say anything, she threw herself into his arms and they kissed. She moaned as his lips pressed against hers and his tongue found its way into her mouth. She had missed him so much, she never wanted the kiss to end, but she knew that he had to get inside.
As he stepped into the kitchen he inhaled.
“Hmm. Something smells lovely.”
She smiled and told him that it was roast lamb for dinner.
They kissed again. She loved how he kissed her, and she could feel her body responding to him. She hoped that she could keep control long enough to get through dinner. The managed to keep their hands off each other long enough to eat a delicious dinner. She’d made a beautiful dessert, Eton-mess, one of her favourites. And after they’d done eating, they made their way into the lounge and sat together on the sofa.
He slipped his hand into hers.
“I was so happy to get your call, Sarah. I’ve missed you terribly.”
They kissed. After all her doubts and worries, sat there with him, she knew that it was the right decision. This was where she needed to be. She loved David, she always would. But he wasn’t here. And with Michael, she felt safe, she felt loved, and she felt wanted.
“I’ve missed you too Michael. I’m sorry I have put you through all of that.”
He kissed her once more.
“Stop apologising honey. It has been an incredibly difficult time for you. But I am just glad that you are starting to come out of it.”
She leaned her head against his.
“I am. And I am glad to be here with you. But there is one place that I’d rather be.”
He turned his head and looked at her. She smiled at him.
“Upstairs. Take me to bed Michael.”
He smiled and stood, he held out his hand and she took it and he pulled her to her feet and kissed her.
In the bedroom, he held her in his arms, and they kissed. She moaned and felt herself flop in his arms. She remembered his taste, his feel and of course, the bulge that pressed into her belly as they stood, locked together.
She held onto him as he began to unbutton her blouse and slip it from her shoulders. As it fell to the floor she started on his shirt, and she quickly had it on the floor beside her blouse. He started on the zip on her skirt, she put her hands on his.
“I can’t wait Michael.”
She quickly unzipped her skirt and slipped it off, as he pulled at his trousers and soon had them on the floor beside her skirt. They embraced and kissed again and in a mass of arms and legs, they fell onto the bed, panting. He lay her on her back and looked down on her. He brushed the hair from her eyes and kissed her.
“You’re so beautiful Sarah. I thought that this day might never come. I’m so happy.”
She was breathing faster.
“Yeah, yeah. Me too. Are you going to fuck me then or what?”
He smiled and reached down and slid his hand inside her panties and his fingers found her clit. She gasped and arched her back as he slid his finger over her clit and pressed gently on it and rolled it softly between his finger and thumb.
“Hmmmm,” She moaned.
He pushed her panties down and with her help, off her legs. He knelt between her legs and pulled his boxers down, his hard cock sprung free, she smiled as he stroked it a few times. Then he leaned over her and supported himself on one hand and guided his cock towards her wet and waiting pussy. She closed her eyes and threw her head back as he pushed inside her, and she lifted her legs and wrapped them around his thighs.
He began to thrust into her, and she lifted her hands and grabbed his shoulders. He let himself fall onto her, and as he did, he pushed her bra up and over her breasts as his mouth clamped onto her nipple. She pulled him down against her and began to thrust back up at him as they moved together. They began to fuck each other. They weren’t making love, this was lust-driven sex, and she loved it. She’d waited for this for so long, she just wanted to feel him fuck her.
They both filled the air with their moans and grunts as they fucked each other hard. She held onto him with her legs as he slammed into her. She was crying out, her body was in ecstasy, she was moaning, her head was spinning. She knew that she was close, and she gripped his shoulders tightly as he slammed into her when suddenly she moaned, and her body shook. Her fingers dug hard into his skin and she cried out as she came hard. She held onto him throughout her orgasm, it was so intense that when it was over, she hadn’t realised that tears flowed down her cheeks, she was crying.
He kept fucking her. He could feel her pussy, still in spasm, almost milking his cock as he thrust harder and faster into her. Then it hit him, and he pushed deep and held himself there as his cock jerked and the first spurt of cum shot out and into her. His cock twitched and jerked as cum spilt out and into her. She wrapped him in her arms and held him as she finished his orgasm and lay on her breathing hard.
She stroked his back and kissed his neck, then she whispered.
“I love you, Michael.”
He lifted his head and looked into her eyes. He saw the tears. He brushed some from her cheek.
“Are you okay Sarah?”
She nodded and kissed him.
“I am now Michael.”
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