“I love you Micah Taylor so fucking much.” It’s a cry, it’s a statement, it’s what I feel with every fiber of my being.
“Fuck! Thank you, I love you too, pretty girl. I’ve always loved you.” His thrust is more urgent. He has so much power behind his moves. Totally loving every minute, he’s finally letting loose with me. I’m more than happy to go along for the ride of my life.
In perfect sync, our souls search for their impending release. Micah’s comes with a hefty grunt and a violent shake. Mine is less hefty, but not any less potent. I feel it building, the way my muscles start to contract, my toes begin to curl, and as it gets more intense, I scream.
“Micah—oh, MICAH!” My release is so potent I tighten my fingers with his.
Lowering his head, he’s breathing frantically and I take this moment to bite his neck as each shake and tremor of my orgasm slowly leaves my body.
“Oh, holy hell, pretty girl.” Reaching up to his neck where I had apparently drawn blood with my teeth. He winces a few times, eyeing me playfully. “Are you a vampire now baby, holy crap.” A bead of blood appears when he removes his hand from his neck.
“Oh shit,” I say mortified. “Sorry,”
He winks with a shrug of his shoulder. “Oh don’t be, babe. It’s pretty hot.” Leaving me with a big grin.
“Pfft, smartass.”
Our back and forth is so easy and— normal.
“God, did I ever miss this with you.” His chuckle is suddenly more serious and loving as he swipes his thumb across my cheek.
I stay quiet, looking at him with nothing but love.
“Elsa?” He asks with a slight head tilt.
Swallowing hard, I sweetly reply. “Yes.”
“Tell me about the tattoo. It’s beyond beautiful, but what does a butterfly have to do with me?”
I follow his eyes as they travel to my hip.
I’m unsure how to explain this to him, this is not a conversation I ever thought I would have with him, ever. I know I’m going to have to tell him the truth, just not right now.
Looking away from his intense looking eyes, I shrug my shoulder, “It’s more or less a beautiful butterfly, always meant to fly.” Part of this is correct, I’m just omitting the rest. Hopefully, that satisfies him.
His slight grin deepens and his eyes dance around it. “I love it, it’s unique. The wings, have a shape like a delicate letter M. Did you do that on purpose?” He’s tracing the wings recognizing the hidden letters.
Damn, he’s good. Not much ever could get by him.
With tears stinging my eyes I aching say, “Yeah, can’t believe you picked up on that.” Maybe it’s easier to make out than I had hoped it would be. I think he’s more than pleased with the smile that stretches his lips. Moving his eyes from my tattoo they settle back on mine. He seems content and completely satisfied.
Laying next to me flat on his back, our shoulders touch. We turn our heads at the same time and look each other in the eye.The moonlight is just enough to make out his strong features. “I love the idea of my initial being marked on your body, babe. So much, that I’m going to make love to you again. This time, I’m going to adore you an inch at a time.” Leaning my way, his lips ghost over mine as he whispers, “Treasure it.”
Oh God.
“Yes, please.” I reply.
The next hour is spent with Micah slowing making love to me and taking his time to worship every inch.
Both of us are covered in sweat and breathing heavy. We are so exhausted, we don’t care that the sheet is barely covering us. I’m on my side and Micah is tucked snugly behind me. With his arm on my hip, he laces his fingers with mine. Getting lost in my own thoughts, I gaze out the window, trying to find answers…for what? I’m not sure. I don’t want to over think things, but at the same time, I’m worried about what I need to do. How do I tell him the truth, without running the risk of losing him?
His sudden kiss on my shoulder snaps my attention back to him. “You know, I’m not leaving you again. I’ll deal with Liza tomorrow. She can see the writing on the wall, she told me that earlier.” He pauses for a second, running his nose along my shoulder blade, and suddenly tenses. “Tell Nick to keep his hands off of what’s mine. What has always been mine.”
A smile forms on my lips, the idea of Micah all possessive, well, it’s an awesome feeling.
“No worries, Ace,” I say sarcastically using his nickname.
That earns me a slight nudge of his chin on my shoulder. “Hey, no way pretty girl,” no amusement in his tone. Tilting my chin with his finger, he says, “You call me Micah. My name was always yours to say. I love hearing you say my name.” Softly he brings his lips to mine.
Peering in his eyes, I say. “I missed you.”
It’s easy to see how he enjoys hearing these words. His eyes grow wide, and his smile is just as bright. “I missed you too, pretty girl.”
My yawn draws a lingering one from Micah. Seems like I’m not the only one exhausted. “I need sleep, you’ve worn me out. Hope I can walk tomorrow.” I’m half kidding, of course. The megawatt smile I get in return tells me he likes that idea.
“Getting to sleep next to you, nothing could get any better. God, I’ve missed holding you like this.” Micah whispers in my ear.
Before drifting off to sleep, my mind is troubled with what’s to come over the next few days. One thing’s for sure, they will not be dull. Figuring a way to deal with Liza and Nick is one thing. My parents, are a nightmare in the making. Wrapped up in Micah’s strong arms, I realize this is the first time in five years I’ve felt this good. I won’t be having a bad dream tonight, not a chance.
WAKING UP THE next morning I’m aware without opening my eyes, he’s not sleeping next to me. I miss his warmth, my bed feels oddly cold and lonely. Dreading it, I peel my eyes open looking at the spot he laid claim to last night. The only thing there now are wrinkled sheets, but no warm body. I notice, however, he left a note on the pillow. Our night before plays out in my mind, and a goofy smile spreads on my cheeks. I pick up the letter and read.
Hope you slept well, Sunshine. You looked so peaceful, I did not have the heart to wake you. I need to go check up on Liza before she wakes. I know we have a lot to deal with, but we will do these things together. Liza, however, is my issue, I will talk with her. Believe in me to handle this, please. Looking forward to seeing you, kissing you. Getting up to leave you cuddled in my arms was not an easy thing to do. I love you, pretty girl. Having you in my life again, is a dream come true. You are my light, always burning bright. Sleep well, talk soon…
Love,
Micah
Oh my, I read it twice, each time fighting back the happy tears. Having Micah in my life again and knowing I have a second chance at happiness is more than I could have ever wished for. The only thing I know for sure is, I refuse to waste a single minute. Unfortunately, waking up today means, I have to deal with the aftermath. First I need coffee and a hot shower, then I can tackle what needs to be done. Preferably, one at a time. Micah said he would talk to Liza, and I’ll gladly let him. Nick will have to wait until after I talk with my parents, because I’ve got a lot to say. They are my top priority for the day.