Not an easy task with him in my lap, but I finally stand. Pulling off my jeans to expose my hip, I reveal my tattoo.
Staring back to him, I ask, “What do you see?”
Hesitantly, his fingers gently trace my butterfly. He’s nervous, his eyes squint and the gentle shake of his head tells me he’s taking it all in.
“Butterfly, honey. I see a butterfly…and the letter M.”
“You’re very observant. Can you make out two letters M’s sideways to make the wings?”
“Yeah,” tracing the wings with his finger, he parts his lips in a smile.
“Remember when I told you I named our son?” Saying the word son out loud causes me great pain.
The unrest in his eyes resonate with me, “Oh honey, I can…”
Sobbing my voice cracks, “Michael. I named him Michael. Micah and Michael, two names that start with the letter M. The two loves of my life forever commemorated by a simple butterfly.”
My words must hit home with him, because he eagerly draws me into him. His cheek resting against my hip. He gently kisses my butterfly as tears continue to fall down his cheeks. Having his tears wash over my tribute to him and our son…there are no words to describe those emotions.
“I love you so damn much Elsa. Oh God, I’m so fucking sorry.”
His words grip a hold of my heartstrings. Pulling me to him, my body crashes into him. His arms cradle me, so we are face to face, cheek to cheek our tears mix getting lost in each other’s gaze. Pools of tears give way to the sweetest, most incredible tender kiss I’ve ever experienced. Our lips, soaked with salty tears, graze one another when we both halt our precious moment. It’s a silent realization; iris to iris…we both feel it. No words are necessary, it’s as if our eyes are in a deep conversation of their own.
A moment passes, a very monumental one at that. It’s like our broken souls have finally found their way home. All the aches in my heart finally have this ease. To prove we were both thinking the same thing, together we mouth the words, “I love you.”
Bruno Mars is filling my room with his sweet voice. When I was your man, is playing on my iPod. Pulling us off the floor I lay in bed cocooned in Micah’s arms. Laying side by side, my play-list sets the mood. We take this time to hold one another, get lost in each other’s eyes, while holding hands. I think we finally both found where we belong…home.
Before long, we both drifted off to sleep. Sleep did not come last night for either one of us, and now it has taken over our wrecked bodies.
It’s the light whisper in my ear and the warm sensation spreading across my body that alerts me to the fact Micah must be awake. Before long, my shirt is being pulled up over my head. Surprisingly, my jeans and panties have already been stripped, and I have no memory of that happening. Right now, I don’t care. A few moans suddenly escape my throat.
“Ssshhh, no words, pretty girl. Let me love you like you should be loved.” He sweetly whispers in my ear.
Not wanting to ruin this moment, I silently nod. My arousal is on high alert and my nipples harden under the gentle grazing of his fingers. The way he is caressing me is a straight bee-line to my aching clit. Closing my eyes, I moan softly. Micah’s arousal is evident as it’s stabbing me in the lower back. I’ve also noted he has stripped himself naked.
Damn he is good.
I hope he doesn’t flip me over. I’m desperate for him to take me this way. I want him to cradle my backside, mold his body to mine and enter me from behind. I need him to take me painstakingly slow.
Like he was reading my damn mind, he does just that.
“Yes Micah,” moaning my approval. “Take me this way.”
The moment I say this, he stops his rocking and it sounds like he’s reaching for something. My groan, of course, is from his loss of contact, so I turn my head and look over my shoulder. “What are you doing?”
“Fuck, looking for a condom baby.” He says while reaching for his jeans. Reaching my arm back, I grab his arm stopping him.
Shaking my head, I say. “No…I need to feel you.” Swallowing loudly. “I need you just the way you are. No barriers between us, honey,” I say lightheartedly. “I’m covered.”
His smile widens. “Oh baby, I need you too. Good Lord knows I want to feel every inch of you around me.”
His hips gyrate, like he’s doing a salsa dance. It’s amazing. Micah gingerly snakes his way behind me once again. Drawing my leg over his, he takes his knee and widens the space between my legs to give him plenty of access to unite us. Finding my entrance, he hesitates for a moment lining himself right where he wants.
I moan with anticipation. My eyes are clenched shut and I’m yearning for the moment I feel him slide inside of me. So slow. So perfect. Hitting spots he’s never hit before. I suddenly realize he’s stopped moving and is eerily quiet. I’m praying whatever has caused him to stop moving will pass quickly.
“Baby,” he finds my ear breathing heavily. “Feel every hard inch of me as I slide all the way inside, making love to you.” His words hitch slightly when he slides inside just like I wanted him to. Nice and slow, slick with my juices that have coated every inch of him.
“Oh pretty girl, hot damn, your body was made for me. Fuck… you feel so damn good.” He says, grunting his words when his thrusts get more intense. Rolling my eyes in the back of my head, I enjoy the fullness of him. Giving into the sensation of how good it feels, I want more…need more.
“Oooohhhhh God, Micah. Please, please…do not stop.”
“No, way.” He grumbles.
With my head tilted back, I need more. “Harder…oh yes, harder.”
“Fuck yes!” His voice is as forceful as his moves.
Cupping my shoulders with his hands, he’s thrusting harder and faster. My leg over his thigh is bouncing with his swift movements. Not wanting anything to distract him from what he’s doing, I hold my leg higher, keep it there to make sure Micah has easy access. I realize the harder I pull my leg back, the deeper he penetrates. The tilt of my pelvis in the perfect position. Oh so wonderful.
Eyes rolling in the back of my head. “Oohhhh, my…Goddddddd.”
Moving in perfect rhythm, Micah’s breathing and rapid grunts of pleasure escape his lips every time he’s fully seated deep inside. Micah fits tightly inside of me, allowing me to absorb every part of him. The gentle friction of his body against mine sends shock waves throughout my entire body. Craving so much more, I let it be known how much I need him. My need and desire for him has no boundaries. When it comes to Micah, I surrender.
“Oh, baby.” He moans with every roll of his hips, widening his circles as to hit my magical spot that heightens my arousal. Shit, I have no idea if he is hitting the infamous G-spot or not. The only thing I know is if that’s what he keeps hitting, I hope like hell he doesn’t stop. Let me tell ya, it’s real, and it’s fucking amazing.
My walls contract around him when the tremors of my orgasm start to come to life. I place my hand over my bare, very slick mound. He’s so deep when he thrusts, I swear I can feel him in my throat. Every deep thrust has a slight sting of pain due to his size, but that same painful sting has me about crawling out of my skin in delight. Right now, I don’t care how I feel afterward, I want him harder…and faster.
Enveloping my closeness, his wet tongue traces a spot between my neck and shoulder. Warm and wet, it’s enticing. With an eager thrust, he pierces my skin with his teeth…hard. The eruption of his orgasm spurns on my release. His teeth penetrating my skin, at the same time his shaft penetrates my cervix is my undoing. I come…hard…loud…and I think the neighbors heard it all.
Both of us are breathing hard, and while he’s still deep inside, pulling us into a tight embrace, he softly kisses my ear.
Breathless he says, “Love you El.”
“Love you back,” I say, panting for my next breath.
Still winded, he asks, “Tell me all about him pretty girl. Tell me all of it, I want to hear it from your point of view. I need to learn about…my son.” He can barely say the words without losing it.