Chapter 21 #2
The man was an expert with that tongue. He lashed her nipple, his teeth tugging and pulling in tandem as his hand tweaking her other nipple. Each pull sent a thrill straight to her core. If he kept this up, she might come, and he was hardly touching her.
The timer on the oven went off, threatening to ruin the moment. She turned her head and glared down at the appliance, wishing she could set it ablaze with her eyes.
“I don’t want to leave these beauties, but I don’t want to burn the house down.” Michael groaned before finally releasing her nipple with a pop and shifted to the oven to turn it off and set the pizzas on the counter.
Michael’s hair looked mussed, sticking out at odd ends. The curls were in disarray. She didn’t remember grabbing his hair. She licked her lips that felt full and swollen as did her nipples.
“They just need a few minutes to cool, and then we can eat.”
What? He was thinking about pizza when she was leaning against the cabinets with her tits hanging out and panting like a dog. She didn’t believe his calm exterior for a second. He looked breathless himself, and there was a large indent in his shorts she was hungry to get to.
“You’re just going to walk away now,” she sputtered.
“Would you like me to continue? If we do, you may not eat before you have to be at work.”
Andrea glanced at the clock on the stove. She had a couple of hours until she had to leave. Plenty of time for play and eat. “We have hours.”
“I like to be thorough.”
Now that she’d sampled the goods, there was no way she could walk away. “I’ll eat later.” She was hungry, but not for food. He had awakened something inside of her, and she wanted to give into it, just this once.
Michael’s eyes turned molten. “Now where was I?”
“Here…” She pointed to her left breast.
“How could I forget, but I don’t want to leave the other one feeling neglected.” He suckled her right nipple, lavishing it with the same attention as the other one.
“Michael, please.”
“Please what?” he responded casually.
“Take me.”
Michael froze a moment before lifting his head. “Are you sure?”
“Do you want me to change my mind?” Was he just teasing her and planning on walking away himself?
“No, but I want you absolutely certain. I don’t want you regretting this later and blaming me, saying I seduced you.”
She didn’t think she could muster up the emotion of regret. If anything, this would be a sweet memory she could always fall back on. “I’m certain.”
Michael lifted her in his arms as if she weighed no more than a bag of feathers and carried her down the hall to his bedroom. Instead of setting her on the bed, he stood her at the foot of it.
“I’m going to strip you slowly of every article of clothing you are wearing.”
“Are you planning to commentary everything?” If so, that was going to be a mood killer.
“No, but I wanted to give you an idea of what was to come.”
“Like I said, I’m not a virgin. I know the mechanics. Now put that magical tongue of yours to better uses.”
“With your honeyed words, how could I refuse such an offer?”
Okay, so maybe she could have phrased that a little differently. She was a little nervous, and the words came out without thought. “Sorry. Please strip me.”
“I do love you begging,” he mused as he came closer. His hands glided up to cup her face and pulled her into another drugging kiss. She thought she would be prepared for its potency this time, but it was still as effective as the first.
Andrea started to melt under his touch like snow in the spring. Michael must have felt it. His hands coasted down her collarbone to her back and unsnapped her bra with ease. She dropped her arms to shake the material free.
“Am I allowed to reciprocate?”
Michael paused and looked startled by her question. “You want to strip me?”
Andrea hadn’t been able to get the image of watching him unpack in just shorts out of her head. She had secretly salivated at his form, his scars not deterring his physique. His scars looked painful, but they didn’t slow him down at all.
“I do.”
Michael held his arms out. “I’m yours.”
I’m yours. No man had ever told her that before. Andrea’s gaze raked over him, not knowing where to start. Should she just go straight for his pants like a ravenous woman, or take her time like he had on her?
Michael stood stock still as Andrea approached him.
She gripped the hem of his shirt and ripped it over his head, tossing it to the side to reveal his Michelangelo form.
Her eyes travelled over his body, taking in his defined pectorals, a light dusting of blond hair on his chest. His erect nipples, washboard abs, and that sexy definition above his hip bones as well as the happy trail disappearing into his shorts.
She had purposely avoided looking at his scars covering the side of his body. Even parts of his arm had scarring. The pain they must have caused had to be excruciating.
“I know they aren’t the prettiest to look at.” His voice was hollow and sounded far away. His gaze was held steady over her head as if he didn’t want to see the disgust in her eyes.
Andrea looked her fill over his scars, not wanting to avoid them any longer. They were a part of him. And while he said they didn’t bother him, she knew that couldn’t be true.
“Do they still hurt?”
His hypnotic gaze fell onto hers. “No, I get stiff joints, but the scars themselves don’t hurt.”
“May I?” she asked, holding her hand above the scar on his shoulder.
“Knock yourself out,” he replied casually, but she could see Michael’s Adam’s apple bob as if he looked uncomfortable. Once again, he was putting up that shield to protect himself. She had no intention of hurting him though.
Andrea’s eyes fell back on the scars as she touched him.
She started at his shoulder. It seemed the least intimate.
The skin was raised and rough. Burn marks.
He had said it was from an IED. She’d heard of them.
Bombs filled with shrapnel. That explained why it looked like some of the muscle in his arm appeared as if it were missing, and other parts looked like the skin had been folded over it to seal it.
The pain he must have gone through. Not only receiving the burns, but the healing afterward. She had never seen him appear to let it affect him when carrying anything. She wondered how much mobility it had. Now didn’t seem the time to ask questions. Maybe later.
Her fingers ghosted down his shoulder to the inside of his elbow down to his fingers then back up to the side of his neck. The whole time Michael stood still. His eyes still rooted above her head. The pulse on the side his neck thrummed.
Andrea stepped closer, their chests touching. She leaned closer, taking in a deep breath of his male musky scent and kissed his shoulder. Michael released a harsh breath but otherwise didn’t move. She moved her kiss further to the side of his arm and down his bicep.
“Andrea, you don’t have to.”
“I want to,” she countered, bringing his hand up to her lips to kiss his fingertips.
“They aren’t pretty.”
“No, but it’s a testament of what you’ve been through and survived.
What you sacrificed for your country.” Too many veterans gave up parts of themselves all in the name of serving their country, and all the government gave back was a clap on the back saying good job and forgetting about them. It broke her heart.
Andrea looked up into Michael’s eyes. It startled her to see moisture in them. Had no one else ever loved on his scars or told him they didn’t bother them? Michael was right, they weren’t pretty, but they didn’t disgust her or bother her.
“Are you done exploring them?” he asked, his voice deep and husky.
“No.” She had barely begun to scratch the surface.
“Don’t let me stop you.” He continued to stand there, letting her peruse his body at her pleasure. Now that her curiosity about his scars was appeased, she moved her attention to other parts of him.
Her hands stroked down his chest and abs before unsnapping his shorts which sounded easier said than done. His cock was hard, and the large bulge behind the material made it difficult to get the snap loose enough to undo.
“Need a hand?” Michael offered.
“No, I got it,” she mumbled, feeling her cheeks heat. She could do this.
Andrea gritted her teeth and forced the material to bunch and was finally able to get the button undone. Michael let out an audible groan. “That feels better.”
She bet. Andrea pushed the material down over his thighs, allowing gravity to drop them to the floor, leaving in him black boxer briefs.
“Huh/”
“What?” Michael asked, looking down at himself. “It’s bigger than it looks. The material is hiding a lot.”
“It’s not that.” She chuckled that he’d thought she sounded disappointed about the size of his cock.
“What is it?”
“I just figured you for a speedo guy.”
Michael got a mischievous look in his eyes before he hooked his thumbs in his waistband and pushed his underwear down. “Does it look like that would fit in a speedo?”
Andrea gaped at his magnificent cock. Long and wide. It’s ruddy-colored head curling up toward his naval. A small nest of blond hair around the base of his shaft. Damn, was that thing going to fit? She’d never been with a man so well-endowed before.
“Are you done staring?”
“No.” She wanted to stroke it and learn what he liked. She reached for it, wanting to see if she could wrap just one hand or if it would take two to enclose him.
“Too bad,” was all he said before he swooped down and captured her lips. “Now it’s my turn to explore.”
It was on the tip of her tongue to remind him he had already done some exploring, but his tongue and lips felt so amazing, she didn’t care.
His tongue licked along the seam of her lips, silently asking for her to open. She did and was instantly greeted with his tongue. She dueled with his, stoking and teasing.