The Difference- Chapter 17

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Fuck! 

Had those words really come out of her mouth? Her next brilliant career move should be to write a book.  A fitting title would be “How to get rid of the man you love in 30 seconds or less.” 

Way to fuck up, Lisa.  Baby tears are such a turn-on, stupid.

Well, at least he had not run out of the condo this time.  Which probably was less due to lack of panic or lack of intense desire to be rid of her and more to him being naked and it being the middle of the night. Still, he hightailed out of the room.  Without answering her, mind you.  Funny, Michael could turn on the tears himself, but always had a hard time dealing with them from anyone else. 

Lisa had tried really hard to keep her messed up state from becoming obvious.  She knew how he hated when she got needy, as he called it. Her only excuse was that the past hours had taxed her nerves, and she was still worn out from the latest trip into the sexual universe that Michael reigned over.  This is how a vampire ripped out of his protective crypt must feel once the golden rays of the sun crept over the horizon:  Slow agony amplified by the knowledge that nothing could keep the sun from rising.  Certain death.  However, she was a willing accomplice in her own demise. Had she not thrown herself into the golden sun without any protection?  Served her right to get burned.

No one had forced her along on this ride.  Michael certainly had tried his best to repel her like she was some unwanted, annoying mosquito.  She thought she had won.  How stupid was that?  All she had won was another round of humiliation.  Of course he did not resist her.  How many guys kicked a naked, willing woman out of their apartments?  Especially, one that agreed to do ‘anything’ they wanted. 

Lisa, stop complaining! He held you! He pulled you close.  He kissed you after he was done. 

No, he was just falling into old patterns.  If he had really meant it, he would have assured her he was not making her leave.  He would have pulled her into his arms, called her a little idiot, kissed her tears away, and proven to her right in front of the fire that he wanted to keep her close for a long while.

Sure, Lisa, read too many romance novels, dear?  What else would have happened, would an orchestra have appeared as a romantic crescendo built?  Get real!

None of it mattered anyway.  In reality, he had stared at her for what seemed like an eternity.  Every millisecond tore another chunk out of her heart and made the pain so much more palpable.  Finally, he had broken eye-contact, looking over for another blanket.  He wrapped the one they had shared around her tighter, and used the new one to get up.

“Um…I’ll be right back, Lise, ok?” With that, he rushed into his bedroom.  All she could do was stare after him, trying to convince herself that maybe no answer was better than him kicking her out.  

Godammit! Why was she such a fucking idiot? She knew how he hated to be pushed.  But, even after the progress made tonight, she felt she had nothing to stand on.  Could he not at least give her some form of assurance? She needed to know.  Needed to hear him say that he had forgiven her.  Unless he had not.  Or maybe he never would.  Like he said, he was no idiot. Why would he not take what was so freely offered?  Did she make it too easy?  Did he think she was some cheap piece of ass?  The only fact that made he feel slightly better was that she knew that Michael was not the man to take just any sexual offer.  Otherwise he’d never get out of bed.   And he’d be dehydrated more often than he already was. 

Ok, so he does not pick random girls to fuck.  But you’re not random.  He had you before.  And he just proved to both of you he can have you any time he wants to scratch the itch.  His very personal on-call pussy. Is that what you want to be? And will you take turns with the little legal chick?

When had all of this become so confusing and messed up?  All she wanted was to make him see how much she needed him and he needed her.  Paint him the picture of their bright future- if he only could snap out of his doom and gloom mode.  Lisa pulled the blanket closer around her, suddenly feeling a chill despite the warm fire.

She heard him come out of the bathroom.  He wore silky looking pajama pants and a white shirt.  It reminded her of early stages in their relationship, when he had the hardest time being around her naked.  His embarrassment about his body and the vitiligo had seemed almost impossible obstacles to overcome.  How did this man whom the world adored and lusted after ever come think he was ugly and repulsive?  It still blew her mind. 

With time and patience, he finally had allowed himself to feel safe with her.  He had started to let her see him for longer periods of time after making love and had been less and less insistent on having the lights out.  By the time they were on their honeymoon, his inner freak had been unleashed fully.  Eventually, he even paraded around naked when they were in this condo, alone in the Hidden Hills House, or in parts that were off limits to staff at Neverland.  And then of course, there were their little outdoors endeavors at the ranch, on the roof of Trump Towers, outside in their pool of her house… Yeah, she had managed to create a sexual monster. Or possibly, it had been there all the time.

Now, he had chosen to hide again.  But at least he was here.  And he had not called her a cab yet.  Michael came over and handed her a box of tissues. 

“In case you need them…for, uhm, the tears and, to, you know, to clean up…” He cleared his throat, never looking into her eyes.  Was he blushing? 

She reached out and took the box, thanking him with a nod.  Another shiver went through her despite the radiating warmth from the fire.  This hit a nerve and reminded her of the interchange at Brett’s party.  Michael standing there, his back to her, handing her a washcloth… And yet, this was so very different. 

“If you wanna use my bathroom, feel free. I put out towels for you.  You want something to drink?  I’m parched.”

How in the world did he mange to keep his tone so detached?  She was shaken to the core, and he was the perfect host as if she had dropped by selling magazine subscriptions.  Well, his face told a different story.  It seemed that he was as unsure with this uncertain terrain as she was, but he also did not seem to want her to leave.

“More vodka? Trying to get me drunk?” She winked at him in a shaky effort to play along at being casual acquaintances.  Maybe he could forget that minutes earlier he had been buried deep inside her, forcing her to call out his name, but she could not get over the feeling of him behind her, inside her, touching her very soul.

He gave her a hesitant smile.

“No, silly. The other clear drink I have around.  How about some water?”

“Sounds great. I will use the bathroom real quick, ok?” Wrapping the blanket around herself, she started to get up.  This scenario felt awkward and forced.  They were too close to be strangers and too estranged to be close.  Lisa felt she needed some kind of playbook.  It seemed that whatever she did right now could be the wrong move and might set him off.

Michael reached his hand out to her and she slowly, hesitantly, put her hand into his.  He pulled her up and kept her hand in his, staring at her, his eyes inquisitive, looking for answers she doubt she was in possession of.  Why was he doing this to her? Did he not know she had no immunities to that look in his eyes?  The darkness sucked her in, especially as the expression turned to smoldering and sexy once again.  How was she supposed to not get hurt here?  But then again, her mission was to be here for him.  Or maybe she was put here to help him make up his mind about how he felt about her. If indeed he still felt something.  Maybe lust was a start.  It certainly could not hurt to bask in what he had to give.

Still holding her hand, his other hand traced her cheek, pulling her closer without so much has having to apply any form of pressure.  His lips felt cool when they slightly brushed hers.  It was such an innocent kiss and they both backed up, searching out the truth of their unspoken feelings in the other’s eyes and soul.

“Lisa….”

His head lowered toward her again, and this time he deepened the kiss, pressing his lips against her, licking the pouting surface, sucking on her bottom lip one more time.  She held still at first, then tilted her head and in turn kissed his mouth, taking possession of his lips, never being able to get enough of his sensual mouth. 

When the kiss ended, they stayed close, their foreheads leaned in, resting against each other.  If she could have stilled time, this would have been the moment she really wanted to push the pause button on.    

Time waited for no one, and their eyes lazily opened.  He kissed her one more time, then backed away.  He held her hand another wonderful second, then she made the next move and walked away, as he slowly released her, seemingly not wanting to relinquish contact.

Before she disappeared into his bedroom suite, she glanced behind one more time, noticing he was gazing at her, lost deep in thought.  She would give anything to get a printout of his contemplations right now.  Why was he making this so difficult?  How did he manage to keep himself so distant? Would he ever totally lower the drawbridge over that treacherous moat separating them?  Or would he continue to force her to use shaky logs he provided for her to cross, never granting her the security she needed? Was she asking to resurrect something she had killed?  Was he just withholding his trust, or was it really gone?

Lisa turned on the faucet, waiting for the water to warm up.  Suddenly, she realized she felt sweaty and sticky.  Crap!

What was it about Michael that made her forget all about protection? Well, the slight soreness between her legs reminded her that this was a purely rhetorical question.  But no, it was about so much more than the size of him or his considerable skills as a lover.  Sure, no one she had ever been with could measure up in those departments, either, but the emotions he evoked in her were usually the first thing that made her throw caution to the wind before her panties were discarded in quick succession. 

Well, she was fairly certain she would be ok.  Even though she should probably stop playing Russian conception roulette.  What an odd thought- wondering once more if she would carry his child.  As if she could get pregnant! Her doctors had assured her it was highly unlikely and due to her blood clotting disorder she was not allowed to take oral contraceptives, so using condoms was the smart thing to do just in case.  And it never even occurred to her to have sex with Lockwood without making him suit up. No that Michael suddenly decided to become a player, she also had to worry about Julia and her health.  Well, knowing him, he probably had her sign fifty health waivers before he had jumped into bed with her.  At least that was her hope.  She’d just have to stop being careless and start being smart around him.

Making a disgusted face at herself in the mirror, Lisa decided against a quick wash-up in favor of a shower.  The hot water felt heavenly on her skin and she used Michael’s custom designed body wash, discovering the soreness and stiffness developing like the sweetest reminder of a wild ride.  Making love to Michael could be compared to an exhilarating gallop through lush fields and shady forests.  You felt weightless, reborn, part of another world- until it was over and you suddenly realized you were human- made of muscles and flesh that hurt and ached.  Only, the experience was well worth it, and you would never even consider not getting back into the saddle. 

Lisa stepped out of the shower, toweling off, wondering briefly about the strange woman staring back at her from the other side of the mirror.  She looked pale, her eyes dark and almost frightened.  What was he doing to her?  She was Lisa Marie Presley- she never ran scared.  And she never begged.  Yet she had basically begged him to let her stay.

This was such new territory.  She was the one walking the hard line, making men beg her.  She was the one jumping into relationships when it suited her and then jumping back out before things became too dicey.  Even with Michael she had always been careful to appear tough, hiding the scared little girl. 

Well, no, that was not entirely true.  There had been a time when she had been transparent to him like fine crystal glass.  She had pulled back the curtains, baring her inner workings to him.   Shame and fear were no match for the trust and love she felt for Michael.  He was all she had hoped to find, everything she had ever needed.  As long as he was close to her she was strong and confident.  She saw herself as his caretaker and his savior, deriving her powers from his being that sustained her inner core.  The problem with all that was that she shriveled away little by little when his glowing light was removed from her presence.  She needed to be reassured that he loved her when he was content to just carry her love with him.  Her stupid insecurities were the inner wound that festered to the outside; the flesh-eating bacteria feasting on the fabric of their love.

Through her weakening resolve and faith she had become the unwitting accomplice that facilitated the attack from outside forces as well:  Her mother’s poisonous words constantly gnawing away at her confidence and her conviction.  Then there was the Church, getting more and more frustrated with her refusal to use her position to snag the ultimate price: Michael Jackson to become a member of the Church of Scientology.  How blind she had been! She had trusted everything that was fake and everyone who had their own twisted agendas, while fearing and pulling back from the one person who had not lied to her. 

Michael, always inquisitive, had initially been asking a million questions about her membership.  He had attended several functions, and people in charge had been very pleased with the progress, dollar signs already brightening their greedy eyes.  They had thought it would be so easy to snag the golden goose. All they had seen was his childlike exterior and they had assessed him to be an easy target.  Well, how wrong they had been.  First of all, Lisa never saw it as her mission to convert Michael.  Even if that had been possible, how do you convert someone how has iron strong convictions of his own?  As a matter of fact, his beliefs and his worldview were unrivaled by anyone but her father; certainly her own weakening resolve. 

Michael had gently and patiently worked on her without her initially recognizing what was going on.  He had unearthed the slumbering foundation laid by her father.  He had questioned some tenets without ridiculing her.  Before she knew what was happening, her vision was adjusted bit by bit, until a totally different image presented itself.  It was as if she had been granted some kind of x-ray goggles, letting her peek beneath the surface. The revealed rotten corpse beneath the golden disguise scared her to death.  And yet she was shackled to the monster, not able to break free.  Michael told her to be fearless, that he would be there for her, that she could escape.  Well, Michael had no idea what kind of enemy he had aroused.   

When her mother and church officials caught on to her remoteness and her resistance to attend functions and started to question why she would simply send checks instead of associating her countenance and the Presley name with the Church, she had laughed it off.  Her mother had warned her not to mess with those in power, but she had thought the sentiments to be fueled by paranoia and Priscilla’s contempt for Michael.  What could possibly ever happen to her?  The Princess of Graceland…the Queen of Neverland.  She was invincible.  Protected by her fortress on Mount Olympus. And her personal god.

What a fucking idiot she had been.  Lisa splashed some cold water on her face, trying to shock her system into discontinuation of memories she still found to painful.  Yes, she had gone from deluded, spoiled diva to frightened little coward in record time.  But it was easy to be afraid when the lives threatened did not include your own.  Sure, she was safe- but her loved ones were a totally different story.  They had told her to watch what would unfold, that they had strings in the most unlikely places and that there combined powers would suffice to trap, topple, and cripple Gulliver.  And damn them, if they had not just about killed him.  Lesson learned: if they could do that, what chance did her family stand?  While Lisa was never hesitant to risk her own safety, she was not willing to sacrifice her children or anyone else she loved ever again. 

It seemed that she always was scared of one thing or another now.  But nothing was as frightening as the prospect of coming closer to the marble ice god, only to be ordered out once more.  She would have survived him kicking her out hours earlier.  Now, however, the wound would have been mortal. 

Will you stop it?  He has not asked you to leave! That’s progress.  You just have to keep up the effort to make him understand.

What did it matter, though?  He was on his way out of the country. 

He asked you to come with him.

No, he didn’t.  He simply had posed a hypothetical question by asking what I would do if he asked.  Well, she did not have to worry about that as it was highly unlikely he would want her to come with him.

Would you, Lisa?  Would you really give up everything here to go with him?

What did she really have here?  Her father’s empire could be run without her.  She would not be in another universe, just another country.  The children would adjust.  Danny would have a fit, but she had the means to let the kids go see him in regular intervals.  Her mother would flip out, but then, when didn’t she?  Lockwood…

Well, he would just have to understand.  Why would he want to hold on to someone in love with someone else anyway? 

Lisa continued to stare into her own eyes like into the mirror of a sphinx, willing herself to find the answers to elusive riddles and uncertain questions.  Did it even make sense to search for replies if the request had not really been issued?  Maybe Michael was simply testing her.

Something in her mirror image distracted her.  She replayed her last thought process.  Love?  Holy shit! Yes, it was true: she loved him.  Oh, God help her, she loved him so very much. 

The thought brought a silly smile to her face.  She was losing it! Suddenly, the sheer pleasure of the love racing through her stunned her.  It felt so good to admit it to herself.  The love warmed her and soothed the constantly present ache she had become accustomed to. 

“Hey, Lise! Are you ok?”

His voice sounding out to her from the other room startled her. 

Was she?  If only she knew.  All she knew was that she was better off now than she had been in the last crazy days and weeks. 

“Yeah, just freshening up. Hey, can I borrow some clothes?”

“Ah, sure.  Just take whatever you find.”

Assuring herself with a wink that she would win this one, she finally left the bathroom.  She opened his closet and took out one of his red shirts, slipping it on, closing the bottom bottoms, forgoing any other attire.  Lisa pulled the fabric close, letting herself inhale the scent of Michael surrounding her.  God! She missed this- missed hanging out in his shirt and t-shirts, feeling safe and protected, feeling sustained and nurtured by nothing more than the fabric and the scent so familiar to her senses.  She paused another moment, burying her face in the collar.  How crazy could she get? 

When she finally entered the living area again, she found Michael kneeling before the fireplace, stoking the fire.  He looked up and she noticed he stilled, taking in a deep breath.  His eyes travelled from her eyes down her body, caressing the still tingling skin of her legs.  Her nipples responded and she was sure the peaks stretching the material were not lost to his inquisitive perusal.  Michael bit his lip, apparently at a loss for words, before blinking and tearing himself away from her.

Oh, she got to him alright!

“You said, I could take whatever. Hope that’s ok.” Her innocent tone and face did not match her triumphant thoughts.

He blushed, knowing full well she had noticed his visual trip over her body.

“Ah, yeah, sure.  Just thought you would go for pj’s or something.”

“I always liked your shirts.” She shot him a sexy little smile, knowing full well he also remembered the many, many days and nights she had just donned one of his shirts in between love marathons. 

“Yeah…” He looked up again and his eyes forced her to be flooded by the rush of adrenaline.  “I know…”

Lisa lowered her eyes, trying her best to suppress another smile.  Walking over, she was pretty sure his kneeling stance before the fire was not only designed to help him with the fire.  It also conveniently let him hide his reaction to her.  Oh yeah, she had seen this trick many times before.  This night was not over by a longshot. 

“I thought you’d let the fire die out.”

He looked up at her, catching the double meaning. 

“I decided I’m not ready to let it go.  Plus, it would be too cold without.   You don’t mind, do you?”

No, she did not mind at all.  Maybe the flames would be helpful in her quest to once again get under his skin, under his armor, and back into the ecclesial halls of his heart that he had declared to be locked and secured. 

“Nope.  So…I don’t have to leave?”

Michael poked around in the fire some more, then turned.  He reached over and handed her one of the glasses of water on the table.

“Hope you don’t mind not having bottled water. I got filters instead.  Better for the environment. Less plastic.”

Michael was such a master of evasion.  While Lisa shared his concern for this earth, she was not about to engage in an in-depth discussion about recycling when she was not entirely clear if their relationship could be transformed and reborn.

“It’s fine, Captain Planet. Thank you.” She reached over and retrieved the glass, being amazed by the sudden thirst.  She emptied the cleansing fluid, closing her eyes, letting the cool water soothe her burning insides.

“Gosh, guess you were thirsty.”

Her eyes opened and she watched him from beneath lowered lashes.

“I had a good workout.”

He smiled and shook his head, refilling her glass from the pitcher he had brought in.

“Guess you’re not used to much of that anymore, hum? Maybe your boy needs to lay off the smokes. Kills your stamina, I hear.”

The innocent smile was too cute, but did little to cover up or distract from the intent of the words.  He was so evil- even while he was right on. Lockwood could not hold a candle to Michael’s skills.  Rolling her eyes and with a badly suppressed smile, she pushed him back, enjoying his giggle as he let himself sink into the pillows.

“I don’t know.  You’re the one who looks like he’s ready to go to bed. Getting old? ”

He glanced down at his pj’s, his smile widening, his eyes sparkling with that playful glitter she had thought lost.  What was not lost on her was the bulge displaying him proudly.

“Ah, I’m ready for bed alright.  And you know I’m a master at high speed costume changes.”

Did she ever! How many times had she been backstage witnessing him in between set numbers?  How many times had he dragged her off into his dressing room, slamming her against the wall, kissing her, touching her; at times, screwing her senseless.  They had been so close to being discovered so many times, but she knew when Michael was high on adrenaline, he became the ultimate risk-taker: strong, invincible, fearless, impulsive…and so sexy. And all the while, he made sure she was never left hanging- and he was never late for his next entrance.  Michael loved magic because he was the ultimate magician.

The memories swirled around her mind and body like small, gleaming sparks: reborn embers infused with oxygen by his words and tone of voice.

“So, I’m not going home?”  Her voice sounded heavy from the effort to sound light. He still had not answered her, and she was not going to let him wiggle out.

His eyes narrowed.  “Do you wanna go home?”

Lisa bit her lip. 

No! I have no home without you.  I will only go home if it means returning to your heart.  Don’t you know that by now?

“I don’t wanna overstay my welcome.”

His laughter startled her.

“What?” Why did he have to be so frigging irritating and could not just be straight with her?

“You weren’t welcome in the first place.  You carjacked me.”

Now it was her turn to laugh. He was so dramatic.

“I car-jacked you? You broke into my house.”

“Ah, no.  You asked me in.”

“I….” Her mouth shut and the intended words splattered against her self-censoring door for once.  No, she did not need to remind Michael that she had not been expecting him, and in fact had planned to ask for Lockwood’s hand in marriage.  How things could change in the course of a few hours.  Right now, the thought of marrying Lockwood seemed alien and outside the range of possibility.

“I…want you to tell me if you want me to leave, Michael.  Can’t you at least give me that much?”

“That much what?  Honesty?  Sucks when you don’t get that, hum?”

Frustrated, she started to get up, and he reached out, quickly capturing her wrist, pulling her down, toward him, this time, while sitting up.

“No, Lisa.  Ok, that was mean.  I didn’t mean to say that.  I’m sorry.  Really.  I am just trying to figure out if you want to leave.  I mean, it’s late and, ah….it might be difficult to find you a ride.  But, if you want to, I can do it.  If you wanna leave, I am asking you to leave now.”

His eyes were deep and dark and he pleaded for something she did not understand fully.  Needing her to go and needing her to stay seemed to be divided by some kind of indiscernible, translucent veil.

“What are you saying, Michael?”

The whisper was a prayer for release.

“Don’t drag it out. If you feel you have to leave, go.  But go now. And don’t come back.  Not ever.”

“And if I don’t?”

Michael moved closer into her personal space.  Which was always highly overrated when he was around her.  Who needed personal space if you could share the same space as your heart?

“If you don’t, what?”

What did he need?  A notarized statement signed in blood? 

“If I don’t want to leave, Michael.  Then what?”

His mouth was almost touching hers.  Her lips opened slightly and totally against her will.  Her eyes adjusted to having him so close and took in his lowered lids as his gaze already placed butterfly kisses on her.  Her mouth watered.   The funny feeling in the pit of her stomach was once again rising, spreading swirling heat through her, spinning off tendrils of desire, reaching out form the spinning coil, travelling to other areas of her well-conditioned body. 

“Then, stay.”

He turned his head, slanting the sensual lips over her with the lightest of touches.  She reciprocated the kiss, staring at him after he pulled back.  Then, turning his head the other way, he captured her once again.  Lisa felt the lightness infusing her once more, getting ready to be lifted off like a gorgeous balloon being filled with helium. His bottom lip caught her attention and she trapped the sweet morsel with her teeth, sucking on it, then returning to the butterfly kisses.  Michael reached out and pulled her toward him, deepening the kiss, finally losing his restraint, plundering her mouth, shelling her nervous system with fireballs.  

“Will you, girl?  Will you stay?”

Another hot, drugging kiss.  Surrounding sounds captured and drowned out the distinction between her own passion and his moans.

“As if I have a choice…”

He stared at her, reaching out, brushing her hair behind her ear.

“Not anymore.  You’re mine.  At least for now.  At least for tonight…” His deep voice provided the brand marking her his property for eternity.

Oh, no Michael.  It’s about so much more than tonight…  I won’t let you get away.  Not ever again. 

This time, Lisa pulled him close, not being able to withstand the gravitational pull of those two black holes any longer.  It was difficult to tell whether she pushed him back or he pulled her with him, but she ended up half on his chest, resting before the fire, feeling the inner volcano bubbling and steaming as he kept her lips and tongue busy.  She felt his hand fisting in her hair, while the other started to massage her shoulders through the shirt, every so slowly dancing down her back.

Breathing was becoming increasingly difficult as they launched into their own universe at neck-breaking speed, not letting the cocoon around them pressurize properly.  Michael’s kisses had a desperate, possessive quality.  Lisa snuggled up closer to him, her leg snaking around his,  the silk stimulating her skin, feeling his body temperature rise.  She lifted up a little and was now almost laying on him, her leg being able to feel him beneath her, straining up toward her.  God! He was so hard again, so ready for her. The anticipation made her core jump and prepare by once again coating her insides with honey.

“Lisa…?” His mouth had broken away, his breathing stormy and labored, his teeth now nibbling on her neck, making his way to her earlobe, causing her to moan and gasp. 

Had he just asked a question?  Was she not already providing all the answers of the universe with her body?  Her breasts were pressed against his chest, her nipples hard and aching, her little movements, providing the abrasive caress she longed for as they glided inside his shirt and against his muscular body.  Lisa congratulated herself on her decision to not even bother with panties or pj’s.  She knew he felt her against his leg.  Her arousal was as obvious in its warm liquid heat as his was in the hard, hot erection calling out to her.

“What?” The simple word seemed a chore to capture and mumble.  Talking was so overrated right now.

“Are you done?”

Hardly.  I’m just getting started again, babe.

She stopped what she was doing, raising herself slightly, her eyes narrowing, trying to decipher his intent.

“Done?”

His hand arrived at the small of her back.  She felt him fisting the material, pulling it up ever so slowly over her derriere.  The other hand left her hair and, starting at her cheek, let his finger trace her lips, letting her suck them into the hot cavern of her mouth as she let her tongue surround them, never breaking eye contact, still waiting for him to answer her question.  Next, he arrived at her shoulder, travelling along the collar of the shirt, along her collar bone, dipping slightly lower, then over to her side, down her torso. Finally, he ventured lower, letting his hands palm her butt, massaging the round globes, forcing her eyes to shut from the sheer pleasure of the sensation.  He pulled her into himself, pushing his hips into her, letting his hard cock tell her the story of his need.

“Yeah…done making it up to me?”

His other hand now also massaged her behind, driving her mad.  His almost painful touch switched to light feathery movements, providing the contrast needed for her nerves to vibrate like strings of a harp. 

“What can I do for you now, love?” Her hips made a not so subtle suggestion as one of her hands found its way past the elastic waistband toward the torch lightening her life line.  Her fingers felt the scorching steel and closed around him, claiming him.  Funny, how every cell in her body thought it knew what it would feel like to touch him until contact was actually made and the reality of the tactile experience was stunning every single time. 

“Well, would you let me…” He inhaled as she let the soft skin glide along the iron core, feeling him jump in her grasp.  She would let him do anything in the world at this point as long as he kept providing the oxygen needed to nurture her world. 

“There isn’t much I wouldn’t do, you know that, Daddy.” Her tongue lapped at his skin, playing with the little dip in his throat. 

The next move surprised her as Michael rolled over, stunning her with a bruising kiss, his hands still on her butt, but now towering above her.  Ending the kiss, he licked his lips, smiling a naughty smile down at her.  Lisa was momentarily stunned, her arms coming to rest next to her.  Michael backed off slightly more, and time stilled as he unbuttoned the shirt, opening her up to his burning gaze.  Despite the heat, shivers raced over Lisa’s skin, and her nipples once again responded, morphing into diamond hard peaks.  Michael pulled his own t-shirt off, and her mouth watered seeing his chest react to the cooler air.  He was too gorgeous for words.  His skin was almost translucent now, his nipples rosy and tempting, the fire providing a burnished glow to the masterwork before her eyes.   Lisa swallowed hard, longing to once again have the tips reminding her of caramel kisses dance on her tongue.  Instinctively, she started to sit up. Michael grasped her wrists and kept her pinned beneath him.

“No, stay.”

His head lowered and he licked each breast with one lap, leaving her nipples slightly wet and glistening.  Her upper body bucked up, tingling turning to electric swirls connecting her breasts to her womb and aching, dripping pussy. 

“So, whatcha want?  You still haven’t told me.”

“I was thinking earlier…” His hands lifted her breast and he tweaked her peaks before he travelled over her abs, ever so slowly approaching her hips. 

“How I miss your sweetness.”

Oh, goodness! Was he saying what she thought he was?  She sure hoped so.

“Spread your legs, Lisa.  I wanna taste you.”

Holy shit! No more time lost on subtlety. Her lower body started to pulsate and weep tears of joy at his words.  Her insides were filled and fueled by a dangerous wildfire only he could tame.

Michael straightened and sat between her legs, his eyes following her every move as her legs opened for him, leaving her vulnerable and open to his view.  The breath hitched in her throat.  Swallowing became a chore.  Her heart was alternating between crazy thumping beats and irregular fluttering, making her dizzy inside. 

Michael’s hands rested lightly on her knees now, and he pulled her legs apart even further.  Lowering his head, he started to kiss his way down the inside of her thighs.  Lisa whimpered in response, her muscles trembling beneath his touch.  She was so close to passing out, trying to control her breathing, and only the fear of missing a second of this celestial torture kept her rooted to consciousness. 

His teeth left small marks, his tongue soothing the little stings, driving her insane. 

At some point, she had to close her eyes and her head rolled helplessly from side to side. 

“Lisa. Keep your eyes on me. I want you to watch me.”

Surely, there were laws against this?  And if there were, she was ready to break every single one of them tonight.

Michael had made his way down to her core and she felt his breath on her as he stopped. His fingers once again traced her swollen outer lips before dipping in, spreading her ever so slightly, then blowing on her hear overflowing well, making her hips shoot off the carpet as a loud sigh escaped her parched throat. 

Obviously having decided to drive her insane, Michael kissed and nipped his way up her other leg, letting his tongue play with her kneecap before messing with her head some more by approaching her again.

“Oh shit…you’re driving me nuts…fuck.”

“Do you want me to eat your cunt, baby?”

The dirty talk stole her next breath. His words were a husky whisper, and he really knew the answer.  But Michael was all about exerting the greatest effect.  And about letting the moment linger until the audience could not possibly stand it one more moment. 

Gazing up at her, he watched her intently, an eyebrow raised, his fingers starting to play with her opening once more, exposing her to him, leaving her nothing to hide behind.  Michael possessed every key to her body and her soul.  It was a dangerous game to be subjected to the absolute control of another human being, a captive of the lust and passion only to be awoken by this one specific force of nature. And yet, Lisa had decided to throw caution to the wind.  If he would destroy her, so be it.  Nothing mattered but this moment in time. 

“Please, do it, please, Michael…”

When his tongue found her, her lungs constricted and she would have gladly died, willingly giving up the ability to breathe for this little piece of heaven.  He started by lapping her juices from the pouting lips, letting his tongue trace her contours, forcing her to sigh and whimper, her hips not able to hold still. Michael’s hands came to her behind once again, lifting her, angling her for better access, while restricting her movements.  His mouth started to devour her, granting heavenly pleasure while sucking her life from her.  When he let his tongue enter her, she cried out, as he forced her hips to be still, letting him have his way, causing her to sob, crying out his name.  His own sounds of pleasure edged her on even more.  Michael stroked her inner walls with the rough hotness imitating his other weapon.  His next move was to let his tongue lap her from her the bottom of her pussy to her clitoris, hitting the exposed bundle of nerves first with the tip before providing the raspy contrast driving her insane.  When she thought she could not bear it another second, Michael let two of his fingers enter her while closing his lips over her clitoris, stroking it with his tongue, sucking it into the heat of his mouth.

Lisa was racing headfirst down a raging river toward the waterfall that would either drown her or give her the most thrilling tumble imaginable.  And she did not really care, all rational thought having been gauged out by the blinding light filling her.  Lisa felt her uterus starting to flutter and held her breath, anticipating the launch. When her orgasm hit, she screamed, the piercing sound starling her, causing her to drown out subsequent cries with her hand, biting into the flesh.  Undeterred, Michael continued to lick and suck her pearl until she raced straight into another climax, closing around his fingers.  Spots of bright colors exploded behind her closed eyelids and the sweetest taste of bliss was on her tongue. 

Michael’s administrations slowed, and finally ended with the lightest touches as he kissed his way up over her abs then approached her.  Lisa reached out and pulled his head close.

“That’s it, baby.  Be a good girl and clean me off, little cat.” She did exactly as instructed, kissing him as he fed her the evidence of her rapture.  He was such a crazy little pervert! Hard to calm down from the intense high when he kept this up.  Feeling shaky and weak, she was trembling in his arms.

“Holy fuck…” Her breathing finally allowed for words.

“Gosh, you’re noisy…” He laughed and kissed her nose as she snuggled up against him, hiding in the  crook of his neck.

“Well, you have a way of making me go a little bit crazy.” She kissed his neck.

“Naw, you're crazy already.  So, you don’t have far to go.” Nice to see he still could not wink with only one eye.

“I’m crazy for you, Mike.” Her hand brushed back the hair surrounding him in a delicious mess. 

“Good.”   Swiftly, he lifted up and took his pants off in one movement.  “Show me how crazy you are…” His pants were thrown to the other side of the room.  Messy man!

Lisa did not have to be told twice.  Pushing him back, she let her hands travel over the burning planes of his body.  For the first time, she realized that while he was still pure muscle, he also had lost weight since they had made love years ago.  She knew Michael, when feeling out of control, exerted extreme control over his food intake, and it always had pained her to see him punish his gorgeous body and deprive himself to a level of near starvation. 

“Gosh, Lisa, when I’m with you, I get downright porky.” She remembered him teasing her as he checked himself out in the mirror shortly after his History Tour when he had reached an amazing level of fitness and sported the butt and thighs driving her wild.  They had just gotten back together, as informal as their arrangement was, and her love seemed to keep him nourished in body and soul. She had no doubt, that, if he let her, she could heal him once again.

Lisa straddled him, remembering her thoughts of earlier, equating making love to Michael to a wild ride.  Well, she intended to show him what kind of rider she was.  Letting her body glide forward, she captured his lips between her teeth, before letting her tongue explore his mouth, then his neck, and his chest.  If there was one taste she would never get enough of it was the natural spice of Michael’s skin.  Nothing could ever compare to it: he was her own organic aphrodisiac and she felt herself become turgid and wet again.  Whereas some of her past lovers had trouble evoking even a single climax from her body, Michael could adorn her senses with a never-ending string of orgasms like fine strands of pearls: each blinding, each unique, each perfect and thrilling.

Lisa let her drenched opening glide over his strong iron staff, shivering when the hot, hard weapon brandished her ultra-sensitive flesh.  

“Take me inside, Lise.  Show me the door to heaven.”  He pulled her down, his tongue teasing her mouth.  Lisa lifted up and her hand closed around him, feeling him jerk a little bit, seeing his chest rise, taking in a deep breath.  His eyes bore into here, scalding her soul, piercing her heart like a needle mending the many breaks. 

Paying him back for the earlier torture, she let the head of his cock rest at her opening.  Michael thrust up, and she elevated slightly higher, having anticipated the move, wanting to prolong the sweet anticipation.  Every now and then she loved proving to him that he was not the only one who liked some control.  She let him stimulate her, using him to spread the juices that continued to flow.  Her own body threatened to betray her as she felt her muscles desperately grasp for him. 

“Rub it over your clit baby…come on…let me feel the little treasure…”

Happily she obliged, bringing herself close to the gates of heaven, racing along the cloudy stairs to the gilded throne her love resided on.  Lisa threw her head back in ecstasy, moaning her pleasure, while using her hand on him firmly, pumping him, listening to his sighs. 

“Lisa-Marie.  Look at me.  I wanna see your eyes when I fuck you.”

His hands came to rest on her hips and he stilled her movement.  Lisa felt delirious, suddenly not sure how much longer she could sustain the torture before dying from bliss.  Her eyes opened and she focused on the obscure blaze meeting her.  Michael gave her a small nod and then, when she thought she could not take it any longer, slammed her down onto him, while at the same time thrusting up, filling her completely, making her scream out his name as he hit every nerve center. 

“That’s my girl.  Let that tight pussy take it, baby.  Come on, ride me.  Show me what you can do.”

Lisa did not have to be told twice.  She lifted her body off him before finding him again, being met move by move, hit by hit, drag by drag.  He let her set the pace, moaning his pleasure beneath her, letting his one hand move to her behind while the other tortured her breasts again, pinching her nipples, supplying added stimulation.  Lisa used her hips to dance on him, riding into the sunset, chasing the El Dorado promising riches way beyond gold. 

Heat was consuming her, she felt sweat starting to trickle from her temples and between her breasts.  Michael likewise was taking on the golden sheen indicating his exertion.  He was by no means a passive passenger on this crazy trip, and he made sure his own movements hit and caressed all the secret places only he was aware of.  Michael had mapped her body a long time ago and he obviously had found his compass again, making sure she was headed in the right direction. 

“Fuck, Lisa.  Oh Gawd…ahhh. You’re killing me.  I don’t know how much longer…shit…”

He bit his lip, his eyes closing for a second in raptured agony.  He did not have to worry- she was so close; his sounds, the image of pleasure on his face, his eyes when they opened again, pulling her, pushing her….his huge penis growing and extending more inside.  It all was enough to start the sweet pain rising from deep inside.

“I’m so close, so close, Daddy…”

“Come on, girl.  Rub that pussy, let yourself go.  Cum for me.  Tell me you wanna cum for me…”

She reached down, allowing her fingers to find her clit and was lost. 

“Oh fuck, here it is..I’m coming for you.   Only you…” The rest of the sentence was lost in screams and moans.

Holy shit.  When it hit, she thought she would not be able to handle the assault of sensations.  Burning lava seemed to take her over, forcing her to convulse around him while he held her close, his penis buried inside, his hips undulating against her, torturing, fueling her, forcing her to keep cuming, screaming out his name. 

When she thought she would not stand it anymore, Michael managed to surprise her one more time.  His hands came to support her under her ass as he sat up with her, getting one leg beneath himself, lifting himself, and thus her, up off the ground, standing up while staying perfectly lodge in her.  Holy shit! So much for appearing weak.  She remembered the move- knowing he loved to pick her up, but not really having expected it after the already crazy exertion.  He had done the impossible and driven himself into her even further, causing the intense pleasure derived from pain to make her quiver against him.

She moaned, feeling him hit her cervix hard, forcing more spasm and little cries from her. Her legs locked around his waist.

“Shit.  Mike, don’t hurt yourself…”

He took a couple of strides, making it to the inside of the bedroom, pushing her against the wall. The cocky grin smiling down on her made him appear young and boyish. The huge dick inside her proved that he had all the maturity and virility she could ever desire. 

“No, baby girl.  It’s you who’s about to be hurt good.  Ready?”

Oh, was she ever.  She craved that good pain as much as yet another release that was building at alarming speed. 

“Go on, give it to me with your bad self.”

“Your wish…” He pulled out, almost leaving her, causing her to clamp down against the feared loss.

“Is my command, my lady.”

With that he started to fuck her with such force she started to see stars, comets, suns, and moons; all against the backdrop of his velvet gaze.  Surely, her body would be expected to ache from being pushed against the wall, but for some reason, she felt like she was wrapped in the protective layers of silver clouds, while being filled by a gleaming lightening rod.  Within minutes, she once again climaxed, the voice calling out to him threatening to leave her, her fingernails raking his back as she clung to him.  This time, Michael did not hold back.  Screaming her name, he released into her, and she felt him jerking inside, feeling his hot seed being spilled, flooding her, calling her name. 

His head was buried in her neck and she heard his moans turn to little sobs, felt his breath against her, being drugged by all the light, the noises, the sensations spinning in this otherworldly kaleidoscope. 

“Fucking hell.  You’re gonna kill me.”

He was such a potty-mouth during and after making love!  But she knew exactly how he felt! She was beyond exhausted

She smiled against his chest, kissing his skin, tasting his sweat.  Michael pulled her close, kissing her head.  He was stull buried inside, her legs still locked around him, her arms not letting him go.  Just let him try to get rid of her!

“No one had you do acrobatics, crazy…” Not that she complained.  She was more than pleased by his effort.

“You should come with a warning label.  Crazy wanton woman: will pretend to want to save you while sucking you dry..”

“I didn’t suck you at all…dear.  Not this time.” She raised her eyes up at him and was blinded by the most amazing smile she had seen in a long time. 

“There is always next time.”

Thank you, Lord!

“So, I’m not done making it up to you?”

“Are you?”

Michael started to walk toward the bed, obviously still not wanting to leave her heat.  Which was fine with her.  What amazed her was that he was physically able to stay where he was, but hey…

“Lisa, I gotta put you down now, you know…”

“Uhum…,” she raised her lips to him, and he kissed her sweetly.

Michael sat down on the bed, and she finally left him, rolling over, falling back against the covers.  He followed her, pulling the covers from under her, tucking her in before kissing her again.  This man next to her was so totally different than the one entering her house today.  He reminded her of someone from the past, someone she had thought to be gone- killed by her. 

Lisa snuggled close, feeling exhausted and drugged.  She realized it must be close to morning.  Close to another day.  Yet, she was not ready to let this night end. 

She felt his breathing deepen.

“Mike?”

“Hm?”

“You still have problems sleeping?”

He laughed. “Ah, I don’t think it’s gonna be a problem tonight.”

She smiled and kissed his chest.  His hand came to rest in her hair, playing with it, stroking her head.  Tenderness filled her and once again she felt like crying. 

“Mike…”

“Woman! I need some rest here. I am not as young as I look.”

She giggled, throwing one leg over his.

“You better be good, girl…” He pulled her head back and she laughed up at him.

“What?  I was just gonna ask one more serious question.”

“Can it wait?”

“No.”

“Ok, shoot. But then you gotta be good and shut up.”

This was the most bizarre and ironic role reversal.  In the past it had been his incessant talking that had kept her awake.

“Where are we, Mike?”

She could not help herself.  She had to have an idea of what all this was about.

“Ah, last time I checked we were in my condo in Westwood.”

“Very funny.  You know what I mean.” She did not dare to look up at him, her head again resting on his chest.

She felt him take a deep breath and then let it out slowly.  Did he really have to think about it so hard?  Could he not just tell her they were good and would make another go at it?  And oddly enough, right now, she would have not even minded if it was a lie. 

“Lisa, I can’t think.  Right now you are here with me.  Isn’t that enough?”

“Can you promise me we talk about it tomorrow?”

More silence.  He better not drift off to sleep now.  He was notorious for not being able to do that, so he better not start now!

“Yeah, we’ll talk about it tomorrow.”

His hand felt heavier on her head and his breathing changed and deepened.  Lisa listened to the beating of his heat under her ear: the metronome measuring the rhythm of her own life. So for now, it had to be enough.  She had found a way in.  All she had to do now was keep everyone and everything else out: her mother, Lockwood, his little hussy that was about to be demoted to ex-lover, the evil forces of the world around them…and his own pain and doubts. 

He was alive.  And she intended to keep him that way.  She would not let him down again.  She could find it in her soul to be strong and to convince him to break that seal he had placed over his heart and over the story of their lives together which he had declared to be over.  Tomorrow she would prepare for the fight of her life.  But tonight she could rest, knowing his heart was beating for her.

(To be continued)

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