“Thank fuck.” Micah wastes no time lowering his body to mine. His arms wrap around my shoulders, and he takes my lips in a panty melting kiss. My resolve is beyond shot, so I willingly go to him. I’m not fighting this feeling anymore, I’m going to savor being this close to him again. Snaking his arm under my knees he adjusts our bodies so I’m lying underneath his rock hard body. His moans and my sobs are the only sounds that echo in my room.
With each breath he takes, he’s whispers in my ear. “Baby, I’ve missed you so much.”
“Micah.” I whisper in a dreamlike state. “Are you really here with me right now?” My wielding emotions with the reality of him being here, swell into loud sobs. My body’s trembling as the gravity of this moment finally registers.
Micah takes my hand in his, and plants a sweet kiss. “Yeah, pretty girl, and I’m never leaving you again.” His words are music to my ears.
Oh is it possible?
“How…what about Liza?” With my mind slowly clearing, all I can see is Liza in my mind and I panic. The thought of hurting her is not a welcome thought.
“Ssshhh,” He says pressing a finger to my lips. “Not now, not tonight. This is about us and what we need. What we mean to each other. God. Please, let me love you, El? Jesus. Let me love you like I have dreamt of doing for the past five years.”
I’m so lost, his words take me to new heights. My mind’s in a fog, and the only thing I can concentrate on is his larger than life body. He’s touching me, kissing me, wanting me. I want him, I need him, and my body’s yearning to rekindle what we once had.
“Dear Lord Micah, make me remember how good it was. I need you.” I’m so desperate and needy. Each aching cry that escapes my throat, is a yearning desire to touch him. I’m so unbelievably desperate to connect with what we once had. How the hell could I ever think, I could ever feel this with anyone else? “I miss what it feels like to be with you, I’ve never forgotten, though. Micah, I need it again. I need to feel what it feels like to be loved by you. My dreams remember every moment of our night together.”
Rocking his body against mine, he places kisses on the tip of my nose. “I’ve never forgotten, either, it’s only you baby. No one could ever take your place in my heart and soul, Elsa. I fucking can’t help how much I love you, I never gave up hope of finding you again.”
Both of us bare our souls to one another while staring into each other’s eyes. I can’t help myself. My deep desire is to make sure he understands just how much I’ve missed him.
“I’ve lived for so long, never being sure of how you felt about me. And I tried to convince myself that you loved me like I loved you.” Going to wipe my tears, Micah beats me to it. Only he kisses each one as it falls. Tilting his head back, he slowly sits back up on his knees, taking in every inch of me. My head falls to the side while my eyes stay locked on his. Each continued sob that escapes my throat sends violent tremors throughout my body. I can’t stop now. “I’ve always loved you…always, Micah.” Finally I let my heart win out, admitting this to him.
“Baby, I’m so sorry,” he says delicately. “I’ll make it up to you, I swear it.” He says, slowly lowering himself again until our foreheads gently touch.
Losing myself in the way his body feels pressed against mine, my body suddenly goes stiff. Remembering what happened after he left, there is no way he can make that up to me…to us. Oh God, how do I tell him? How do I let him know that a part of us lives, that we had a child? Pushing him off of me, I scramble, damn near falling off my bed.
“Oh God, Micah. I have to tell you something but I have no idea how. Things happened after you left.” My eyes are scrambling with fear. I’m terrified, and struggling not only to find the right words, but my next breath. My chest is tightening, making it difficult for me to breathe.
“I don’t want to hear it if it involves Nick. Knowing his hands were on you pisses me off. The mere thought of it makes me want to kick his ass.” I missed this jealous side of him.
With a slight turn of my head, my body relaxes and I struggle with my next words. “No, not that. I’ve not been with anyone since you until…last weekend.” Like that’s not embarrassing to point out.
Hearing my words must resonate with him because he scrambles off the bed. “Are you serious, El? No one since me?”
Okay, he looks rather shocked and I’m not sure why.
I’m feeling a bit awkward, because I’m sure he’s had sex plenty of times in the last five years. Taking a big encouraging breath, I close my eyes, “I couldn’t do it. No one even came close. Once you’ve experienced the love of your life, no one can measure up to that.” Slowly I open my eyes and smile, not sure how to gauge what his reaction will be.
His smile is so infectious, it nearly steals my next breath. Shivers line my body, and he reaches for my hand, drawing our bodies together. “Come here, pretty girl. Just when I thought you were perfect, you prove that I’m fucking right. No one could ever hold a candle to my pretty girl.”
Not to ruin his mood, believe me, I could stay like this all night listening to him tell me how perfect he thinks I am…but! I still need to find the courage to tell him. Not sure he’ll think I’m so perfect then.
Holding up my hand, I reluctantly take a step back. “Micah, there is something I need tell you.” My eyes are big as saucers, and nervous as hell. Do I have the courage for this conversation?
Micah doesn’t respond with words, no, he strips his shirt off. Time for talking is indeed over. Inching closer, he’s holding out his hand for mine. As I take his hand, he doesn’t waste a second pulling me against him. My mind completely shuts off and I let my desires take over. Seeing him shirtless, only revs my engine and I’m left speechless. His time in the Air Force has been damn good to him. His body is beyond lean and trim with, muscles in all the right places. Not too many, but enough to make it into a magazine.
I’m a mess, and I forget all about the talk I need to have with him. Drinking in the sight of his sheer beauty gives me momentary amnesia, I don’t get to stare long because he takes the hem of my shirt and yanks it over my head. With my chest fully exposed, my nipples harden under his stare.
“My God, look at you,” he whispers, gazing at my naked chest. “You have grown into a stunning woman.” His excited moans fuel my lust-filled desires that are now catching fire and blazing out of control.
Looking at him half naked, short circuits my brain and my ability to breathe. After finding my voice, I nervously admit, “My body has had to make some changes over the past few years.” Okay, that is kind of telling him the truth. Since having Michael, my breasts have become fuller, more rounded you could say. My hips are definitely a bit wider, but thankfully, no stretch marks. Those nightly baby oil rubs worked wonders.
His moan lingers. “Well, whatever you did, you look fucking amazing.”
Oh shit, he has no idea what he’s saying.
Going down to kneel in front of me, he gingerly kisses his way down my body. A kiss, a lick, and a nibble an inch at a time. Paying particular attention to each breast, I can’t help moaning as I arch my body into his, eagerly awaiting mouth. Bracing myself, he keeps unleashing his brand of torture. To stay on my feet, I have to hold onto his shoulders for dear life. I’m so lost in this incredible feeling, I roll my head back rolling in waves of ecstasy.
His warm touches are soft, yet demanding. Kneading and tantalizing my breasts, he continues leaving a trail of scorchingly hot kisses that take me to new heights. Micah’s definition of foreplay is anything that will drive me insane. This little erotic scene is about to get even hotter. Micah pays homage to my belly button by swirling his tongue around it, dipping in a time or two. It’s a mildly weird sensation that has me squirming. I’m trying my damnest not to giggle.