Michael waited for me at his front door, leaning against the frame with his arms crossed over his chest and an unreadable expression on his face. I left my suitcase in the trunk because I didn’t want to intrude on him--if he didn’t want me to stay here yet. I handed him the keys and pushed my lips to his, needing this.
“Where’d you go?” he asked, closing the door behind us.
“Serena’s house, then I got my stuff from Mason’s.” I walked up the stairs toward his bedroom, wanting to rest.
Michael grasped my hips from behind before I could reach the room, and held me against him. “You went to Mason’s? Did he say anything to you? You better have gone with someone.”
I turned around in his embrace and brushed my thumb over his clenched jaw. “Victor, Damien, and Serena. Mason didn’t even talk to me. He was too occupied with Victor.”
“And your stuff?” Michael asked, brow arched. “Where is it?”
“In the trunk.”
“Why didn’t you bring it in?”
My cheeks flushed, and I stared down at my feet, wiggling my toes in my sandals. I shrugged my shoulders, feeling so damn weird about just barging in with all my belongings. It wasn’t like I had much, but I didn’t want to intrude.
He paused for a few moments, grabbed my chin, and forced me to look up at him. There were so many emotions pooling in his eyes, and I thought that he would scold me for it because that’s what Mason and Dad always did when I did something wrong. But Michael just pulled me closer and pressed his lips to mine.
In one heated moment, he lifted me off the ground and pressed me against the wall. I kissed him back hard, tangling my hands into his hair and tugging on it gently. I wrapped my legs around his waist and pulled him closer to me.
From my shoulders to my breasts to my hips, his hands were all over my body. He grabbed my ass to hold me up and walked with me to his bedroom. When he kicked his bedroom door closed, he let me down and pushed me back onto his bed. Everything about him felt like it did every other night, but tonight something felt different.
I tugged on the ends of his hair, pulling him to me. He pressed his lips to mine, matching my intensity. Butterflies fluttered around in my stomach, and all I wanted him to do tonight was love me.
Not fuck me. Not take me so roughly.
He slipped his fingers into my underwear, rubbing me gently and making me wet with pleasure. I moaned softly against his lips and arched my back, feeling his lips travel down the column of my neck. He thrusted two fingers inside of me, moving them slowly, and groaned. I smiled against his lips, clenching on his fingers, the feeling sending pleasure through me.
He rested his forehead against mine and pumped his fingers in and out of me so slowly that it started to drive me insane. I unbuttoned his belt and pulled it off of him, then wrapped my legs around his body to pull him toward me, feeling his hardness against my pussy. I pushed his pants down with my feet and took his cock in my hand, stroking his hardness as slowly as he fingered me. “I want you inside of me, Michael,” I whispered against his lips.
He pressed his lips to mine, then left soft kisses down my body. He slowly pulled my shirt up my body and tugged it over my head. He latched onto one of my nipples with his teeth, biting down. I moaned and arched my back, pushing my breasts closer to him. He groped the other one, his lips moving from one to the other, his grey eyes gazing up at me.
After a few moments of sucking gently, he moved his lips down my stomach until he reached my core. He hooked two fingers under the hem of my panties, peeled them off of me, and pressed his hot mouth on me.
I arched my back, loving every moment of us together, and moved my hips against his face. His tongue rubbed my clit in torturous little circles, and he stroked his cock. I pulled him back up to me, unable to hold off much longer. With my legs wrapped around his waist, he pressed his hardness against my entrance.
“Please, Michael,” I said, clenching as he pressed himself harder into me.
He smiled down at me and pressed his lips to mine. Then, he thrust himself into me slowly. My eyes widened as he filled me. Everything about him, all my feelings toward him felt so utterly intense, as he pushed into me.
I clenched around him. He slowly pulled out, and I tightened again. He cursed under his breath and pushed himself back into me, making me moan. “More, Michael.”
His fingers brushed against my cheek. He pulled himself out then pushed himself back in—this time quicker. Every stroke, every thrust was driving me closer to the edge already. I dug my nails into his back. He continued to fuck me harder and faster and rougher, leaving me begging for him to never stop. This feeling was more than I could ever ask for. I never wanted it to end. I wanted to feel this good all the time.
My legs shook uncontrollably. I grabbed onto him, hoping he wouldn’t stop, and he didn’t. “Cum for me, Mia,” he whispered in my ear.
I dug my nails into his back and screamed his name. He thrusted into me once more, then stilled deep in my pussy. He gazed down at me with so much love, and I gazed up at him with so much more.
His fingers danced across my collarbone, so softly. He pulled out of me and crawled onto the bed next to me. He snaked his fingers in my hair and pulled me closer. A chill ran through my body, yet everything inside of me seemed to warm.