Chapter 15
Chapter Fifteen
I closed my eyes and nuzzled my cheek into the palm of his hand.
“Fallon?”
I opened my eyes and saw him watching me. I hadn’t imagined everything he’d said to me on the way to the hospital. He did love me.
My Michael loves me.
Tomorrow would be soon enough to try to untangle everything else, but tonight I wanted to bask in his love and be held by him. Have him touch me again… the way he used to, and not have it just be a dream.
“Kiss me.” It wasn’t a request, it was a demand.
Michael slid his hands into my hair and tilted my head. I watched in suspense as his head lowered and I felt the first brush of his lips against mine. It was just a tease, or perhaps it was just a hesitant hello. Whatever it was, it wasn’t enough. I pressed up, opening my mouth in welcome, and that was all it took. Michael ripped off the blankets covering me, and swept me up, then he settled me back down so that I found myself lying flat, looking up at his hungry gaze. Somehow, he still managed to put my injured foot up on the pillow. He was such a Boy Scout.
“Hello, Sunshine,” he murmured. His mouth crashed on mine, and a world of color rushed in, bursting through all my defenses, reminding me of what life had been like and what it could be like again.
Lips, tongues, and teeth collided in a frantic effort to get closer.
To taste.
To lick.
To bite.
Michael was driving me insane with his voracious need. I needed to touch him. I felt the skin of his back beneath my fingers, then felt his palm on my naked breast.
I moaned with pleasure against his lips.
He lifted his mouth from mine. “Quiet, Baby.”
I dug my fingers into his scalp, forcing him back to my lips. Damn, my man could kiss. He tasted of peaches, mint and a flavor that was all his own, and I felt it right between my legs. The man had better be ready to deliver the goods, otherwise I was going to kill him.
Michael bit my lower lip as if he could pluck my thoughts from my head and was punishing me for them. Then he licked away the little bit of pain, and I realized he was playing with me. I snuck my fingers further up his t-shirt, glorying in the freedom to finally touch his body. But it still wasn’t enough, and I whined.
He lifted his head again. “What?”
“Take off your shirt.”
He pushed into a sitting position, then whipped his shirt over his head and threw it on the floor. He looked across the room, then got up off the bed, walked over to the bedroom door, and turned the lock.
“Your mom never knocks.” He answered my unasked question.
“No, but she’s a sound sleeper.”
“Oh, have you had sex here in your bedroom before?” He raised a brow and I shoved a hand in my mouth to stifle a giggle.
“Smartass,” I finally mumbled.
He prowled back to the bed as I shimmied off my pajama top. He stopped and stared.
“Are you trying to give me a heart attack?”
“Could I?”
“Oh yeah,” he breathed as he came down on top of me. When his chest met mine, I felt his rough hair rasp against my nipples and I cried out.
“Baby, you’ve got to be quiet,” he whispered.
“I don’t think I can.”
His gray eyes searched my face. “Ah, fuck it. Who gives a shit what they hear.” He drifted down and took my nipple into his mouth. I shoved my fist into my mouth as I revelled in the pleasure he was giving me.
As he licked and sucked my nub I clutched at his back, my nails digging deep. When I could trust myself, I removed my fist from my mouth and started to encourage him. “Yes, just like that, Michael.”
He sucked my nipple deeper into the hot depths of his mouth. “Perfection,” I hissed out the word. When he scraped the tip with his teeth, I slapped my hand over my mouth again to supress my scream. Then the bastard had the nerve to change tactics and move to my other breast and I wasn’t going to survive!
I don’t know how long he pleasured me, savored me, tortured me while I savored every long minute; all I did know is that I never wanted to leave his embrace. When Michael started to lick downward, I knew I was going to lose every ounce of control, and I needed to wrest some away from him.
I knew just how to do it.
“Wait, Michael,” I breathed.
“Why?” I could tell he wasn’t listening. His fingers were tracing the elastic band of my pajama shorts. Every touch lit flickers of heat straight to my core.
“I need to see your cock. I need to taste it. It’s been so long.”
His head shot up. Shocked silver eyes locked with mine and I wasn’t able to keep the wicked grin off my face.
“Fallon—” His fingers dug into the flesh of my hips.
“You can’t have it all your way, big guy. I’ve dreamed of you… a lot. There you were flaunting yourself in my backyard, showing off your muscles, slick with sweat, and all I could think about was licking you up.”
“When did you turn into a dirty talker?”
“I don’t know,” I admitted. And I didn’t. “You bring out the worst in me.”
“I’m thinking I bring out the best in you,” he growled, his eyes alight with glee.
“Whatever. All I know is that if you don’t strip out of your sweats, I’m about to shout down the house. Dad might be sick, but he still owns a gun and he’ll come running.”
I watched with bated breath as Michael got up and stood by the side of the bed. He pushed down his sweats. He wasn’t wearing anything beneath them, so his cock bobbed up, swollen and proud. My heart began to pound. I reached out and encircled his girth the best I could, loving the feel of the warm skin covering such hard strength. I could feel his heartbeat.
“Fallon, stop.”
I forced my eyes away from his penis to look up at his face. “Stop what?”
“Stop stroking me. I won’t be able to last.”
I looked down and realized I was stroking him from tip to base, again and again and again. Each stroke felt like petting a tiger, dangerous and addictive.
“Fallon, stop,” he commanded again.
His hand covered mine, and I stopped, but not before I swiped a drop of pre-cum off the tip of his penis and sucked it into my mouth.
“Jesus, are you trying to kill me?” he groaned.
I slowly grinned. “What if I am?”
“Then I’ll die happy.”
“Fuck me, Michael. I need you inside me.”
He grimaced. “Dammit, Fallon. I don’t have anything to protect you with. I didn’t come to this house with anything more in mind than helping out. I don’t have any condoms with me.”
“I’m on the pill,” I quickly inserted. Fat lot of good it did for me. The last time I’d had sex with somebody without a condom had been Michael. But when I’d tried to come off the medicine it screwed too much with my hormones.
He stroked his knuckles down the side of my cheek. I shuddered at his gentle touch. “We have physicals with the fire department. I haven’t been with anyone since my last physical which was clean,” he whispered. Then his lip curled slightly. “Hell, I haven’t been with anyone since the last three physicals.”
I was shocked, but I didn’t ask any questions, I just answered in kind. “I’m clean, and it’s been a long time for me, too.”
Michael put his knee down on the bed and scooched me into the middle, then he lay down beside me. His lips met mine, and I was back to a world ripe with bold colors. A world that only Michael Rankin had ever shown me.
He was infinitely careful as he pulled down my pajama shorts and panties, making sure not to hurt my injured ankle as he slipped them off, and then threw them over his shoulder.
“God, you’re even more beautiful than I remember, Fallon.”
The admiration shining in his eyes made me melt even more. How could I have gone on so long without Michael in my life?
How could I have forgotten how much Fallon liked to be touched?
I trailed my hand from her uninjured foot and up her leg, to brush against the silky hair covering her mound. She shifted her other leg, and soon I saw the glistening welcome on her folds. I traced my fingers along the seam of her sex and she let out a hiss of pleasure as she spread her legs even wider.
“Sunshine, keep your leg on the pillow. Okay?”
“Fuck the pillow, I’ll keep my leg elevated tomorrow.”
I stifled a laugh and lifted my hand away from her.
“Not fair, Michael. Keep touching me.”
“Keep your leg elevated, and I’ll keep touching you,” I teased.
Fallon rolled her eyes at me, then positioned her leg back into the center of the pillow and tugged my hand back between her legs, then reached toward my cock. I batted her hand away.
“Uh-uh. You don’t get to play with me, until I’m done playing with you.”
What’s more, if she touched me, I’d go off like a thirteen-year-old-boy with his first porno magazine.
“Well, hurry up, then.”
I barked out a laugh. There wasn’t one thing about this woman that wasn’t wonderful.
Wasn’t lovable.
I parted the lips of her sex and pushed two fingers in, fast and deep.
“Ahhhh!” she moaned.
So slick.
So tight.
I started a rhythm that soon had her head slowly turning back and forth on the pillow, her blonde hair glinting in the lamp light.
“More?” I asked.
“God, yes.”
I drove her faster, feeling a heady joy as I watched her pleasure ramp up. Then I moved my thumb and rasped it against her clit. She gave a muted shriek as she plunged over the edge into orgasm.
Her cry shot straight to my cock.
I swooped down and covered her mouth with my own. She tasted like sunshine.
In and out, I thrust my tongue into her mouth, and I mirrored that action with my fingers plunging into her sheath. I could feel her delicate muscles trembling around me, and I pressed in deeper, finding a spot that made her shake harder.
I lifted my mouth. “That’s it, baby, give me your pleasure,” I crooned.
I swirled and swirled, making sure my fingers touched that spot inside her that was driving her crazy, while my thumb continued to rasp her clit in tiny, tight circles.
I could see her orgasm coming, and with my other hand, I brushed back the hair from her face and whispered in her ear.
“Fallon, come for me.”
She looked up at me and I could swear I saw her looking at me with love in her eyes.
Please let it be true .
Then she thrust upwards and her arms encircled my neck, pulling me down to her so she could muffle her sobs between my collar and jaw.
“Michael!” she finally shrieked into my ear as she climaxed. “Take me.”
I couldn’t wait another moment. Not when I pulled away and saw the need so clear on her face.
“Now, Honey. Now ,” she begged.
I lifted over her, positioning myself against her slick heat. Slowly, I entered her tight depths and knew I was going to lose my mind.
This moment meant everything.
She curled one leg around me, her fingers clinging and digging into my back muscles, pulling me in.
“More,” she whispered.
I pushed to the hilt and felt heaven.
She let out a startled mewl but then smiled. “So good.”
“Thank God.”
I began to move, and she met me stroke for stroke. We moved as if we were listening to a song written only for us. Timeless and beautiful.
I felt sweat coating my lower back, as fire licked through my body and settled at the base of my spine. I wasn’t going to last. Fallon’s gorgeous face, with eyes that glittered green and lips red and swollen from all our kisses, looked up at me. I dipped in for another kiss that left me barely hanging on.
“Fallon?” I prayed she was close again.
She thrust up against me, one heel digging into my ass, and then I felt her fingers in my hair, yanking at the strands. At the same time, I felt her sheath begin to pulse around my cock and I knew I was seconds away from ecstasy.
“Fallon!”
She bit my chest, then the most extraordinary woman I’ve ever known let out a joyous shout that was my name, over and over again.
Unending bliss poured through my body, beginning the hard work of knitting my soul back together.