Fateful Encounters -Chapter 43

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Lisa woke to the ringing of the house phone.  Her first instinct was to drowsily and blindly grope around for the receiver, before she remembered.  The phone was not her problem at all since she was still happily, warm, and snug in Michael’s bed.  His house, his job to answer the damn phone.  Blindly, she threw her arm over to the other side of the bed, but since she did not feel his hot body pressed up against her back anymore, she was pretty sure he was up already.  Every time she had woken up during the night the past days, he was right there with her, either sleeping or watching her, but always in very close physical proximity.  He seemed very reluctant to leave her side, and she had no complaints.  Rolling over, her suspicion was confirmed.  Well, at least the ringing had stopped. 

“Michael?” She cleared her throat, her voice still sounding sleepy and hoarse.  Funny, how a three day love making marathon could not only take your breath but also your voice away.  Three days of pure bliss.  Three days of pushing all nagging and painful thoughts to the periphery of her consciousness and allowing herself to be happy without any thoughts of the future.  Three days when her universe had shrunk to only include this bedroom, the ranch, Michael, his son, and their own baby.  Well, today, she had to break out of her cocoon and drive home since her other children were returning and it was time to face the real world again.  Too bad the real world included such challenges are her mother, Danny, and Michael’s lovely wife, who so far, had possessed the good sense to stay away.  She was not sure she was up for another round with Debbie.  No, dealing with Debbie had been put on the backburner of her mind.  For now, while she had the luxury of denying that anyone existed for Michael but her.  Still…

What had they really accomplished in those three days?  Her future still looked as uncertain and sketchy as before.  It was as if every time she could make out the shapes, colors, and forms, someone tilted the etch-a-sketch of her mind and it all became a blank again. Michael was still married and she was still pregnant with his baby- well, that last thought was a blessing.  However, the time spent together had not been in vain: even as she once again faced the familiar nagging insecurities, she was aware that they seemed to have come light-years closer emotionally in the past days. 

Sitting up too fast, Lisa closed her eyes against the slight dizziness.  She knew she better find some food, as she had discovered her morning sickness was controllable as long as she ate before becoming too hungry.  How nice of this baby- with both Riley and Ben she had been nonstop sick for 5 months, no matter what she did.  Maybe this little guy was a bit more cooperative.  Or maybe he was just behaving, all snug and sated from the repeated blood rushes to his environment, courtesy of his father’s never-ending efforts to drive his mother from one orgasm into the next.  Funny, how she thought of the baby as male.  Really, she had no preference as to the gender, but the male pronoun seemed to predominate her thoughts.

Lisa reached over and found some crackers Michael had stacked the nightstand on her side of the bed with, after helping her figure out how to keep the nauseous waves at bay.  Seems that he had become a walking encyclopedia on pregnancy and prenatal care.  He also had informed her that after several months it would be advisable to switch up their positions when making love as to not put pressure on the baby.  As if they ever stayed in the missionary position too long anyway.  A smile snuck onto her face and a rush of heat cursed through her, remembering their activities from the past few days.  Michael had been insatiable- even more so than normal.  There was also a tender streak that had been absent in the last year, or when it had risen to the surface in either one of them, had been suppressed.

After they had returned to bedroom the day after he took her to their Kissing Tree, as she well knew he had termed it, they had not really made it to the bed at first.  Michael had kissed her senseless just inside his room.  Urgentl,y he had pressed her against the wall, his hands removing clothing as he seemed to need to touch every inch of her.  His fingers had found her core, and he had playfully teased her swollen folds, commenting on her state of arousal, his voice barely audible to her through the thunderous blood rush and her own moans. 

“You know, baby…” More kisses, as his fingers parted her, teasing her opening.  “I hear women get much more aroused in their first trimester as their body is adjusting to all the extra blood volume.”

Lisa sought out his mouth, not really caring about the verbal biology lesson as much as the tactile show and tell.

He let one finger enter her, seeking out her slick walls, moving his finger in the circular motion that he knew drove her crazy.  Then, with perfect timing, he flicked her clitoris with his thumb. 

“Oh shit, Mike, I’m so close already.”

He backed off and beamed at her. “Guess the book is right, hm?”

“Or maybe…,”she bit his neck and licked a path to his earlobe, sucking the soft, velvety pillow of tissue into her mouth, feeling him shiver, “…maybe, you are just one talented son of a bitch and you know exactly how to get me off.” Her voice was a low growl.

She heard him moan which increased her own arousal.  Well, that and the added finger entering her while he used the honey evoked from her body to easily glide over and around that little nub of nerves sending sparks though her.

Once again, Michael managed to get away from her, backing his upper body off slightly while keeping her pinned to the wall with his lover half, which, by the way, felt huge and hard against her thigh.  Her hand became a heat seeking device and she found him, rubbing him through his pants, glad he had left his fly open as this would definitely aid her efforts to free the royal cobra.  As nice as his fingers were, she wanted to have his length and thickness filling her, and soon. 

Her fingers closed around his still widening girth, and she let them glide up and down on his steel.  “Oh, Daddy, seems like prospective fathers also grow to the task…” She laughed her deep sensual laughter as he bent forward and sucked a nipple into the hot, wet, cave, using that tongue and some suction to distend the sensitive peak.  The hand not busy driving her to the brink of madness, started to torture her other breast.

Michael moved his fingers in her in a different pattern now after having let them enter and withdraw several times, stimulating the entrance as well as her inner walls.  Within seconds he found that spot inside her that he knew would lead to total abandonment of all her senses.  It was heaven and hell how he knew all her sensitive areas, every secret, and every erogenous landmine in her body.  Right when she thought she would launch into the rainbow, he withdrew his magical hand.

Her eyes flew open.

He laughed that deep laughter. “What?”

That damn, sexy, sadistic…

“Do you have a secret death wish?  What y’a stop for?” She started to reach for herself, not willing to postpone what had just nanoseconds before been within her reach.  He must be suicidal to withhold an orgasm from a pregnant woman.  Did he not just listen to his own lecture on higher levels of arousal and increase of blood volume? 

He reached for her hands, pulling them away, gathering them behind her.  The change in posture thrust her breasts out at him and he licked each rigid tip with his rough tongue.  She felt like killing him, as the sensation went straight to her womb and her clit, adding to feeling like dangling on a cliff, longing for someone to just push her over.

“Michael!” She whined. 

“Yes?”  That smile again as he let his hand draw little circles on her abdomen, watching her flesh quiver under his touch. 

“Nothing.  I was just gonna tell you I think I want a nap as this is getting really boring.” 

Ha! Let him chew on this!

Michael went down on one knee before her, looking up at her with that devilish glint in his eyes.  Lisa was once more convinced that angels and demons originated from the same source of the universe. 

“Well, if you’re bored, Princess, I guess I have to find ways to entertain you.”

“I don’t know if there is anything you could do to entertain me at this point.”

His eyebrow rose and his mouth, so close to where she needed him, darted forward, his tongue lapping at her sensitized tissue in one slow upward motion.

“Fuck.” The thrust of her hips forward could not be contained.

“We have to work on the royal vocabulary.”

“We have work on the ability of the King to please his woman.”

He laughed again, obviously thoroughly enjoying himself. “You are so going to wish you had not said that.  I hope you’ll remember this later when you beg me to stop.”

“How about you first get started, big mouth?”

He shook his head, still laughing.  His hand splayed on her lower abdomen and he brought his mouth close to her.  She closed her eyes, hoping to once again be granted to raspy feel of his tongue. Instead, he placed soft kisses on the skin just above her soft curls.

“Hey, baby.  This is your Daddy.  I am very sorry, but I have to spend some time now teaching your Mommy some valuable lessons.  I am sure you won’t mind, as I heard that babies enjoy when their mothers reach orgasm.  So, you just take a little nap, and Daddy will make sure you get all the warm nourishment you need.  If you hear Mommy cry out and call me name over and over, don’t worry, it’s all good, that’s just Daddy rocking her world.  I love you so much already, little one.”

Lisa did not know whether to cry or slap his arrogant head.  Well, she had her hands pinned behind her, so she stuck with letting one tear slip.  Damn hormones. 

“As for you…” Michael kept his hand on her belly, but directed his gaze at her. “Why don’t we make you more comfortable and move you over the bench in front of the bed, while I try to think of some ways to properly entertain you?”

With that he rose and picked her up, depositing her on the velvet lined bench, kissing her after gently placing her on the red cushions.  Lisa let herself enjoy the dance of their tongues, while starting to help him out of his clothes, pushing the shirt over his shoulders, letting her hands glide up the solid, hot wall of his back, reveling in the play of his tight muscles under her teasing touch. 

Still kissing her, his hand teasingly gliding from her knees to her upper thighs, approaching the center of her again rising need before retreating again, he started to slowly rise, standing before her, scalding her with his the heat of the dark embers smoldering in his eyes. 

“Michael?” She did not know if she should threaten him , throttle him, or pull him close to kiss him.

“I think I’m wearing too many clothes.  So, as a start to the entertainment of tonight, why don’t I get a little more comfortable so we can have matching outfits?” He let his eyes roam over her naked form, enjoying her birthday suit.

This story seemed to have started with once upon a time there was a shy young man.  Well, that shy man had long since been transformed into a little freak.  Not that she minded.  His words went straight to her crotch and she stared at him, swallowing hard, watching him start to move initially with the slightest circular movements of his hips. 

Oh my God! Mike will strip- just for me.  He is mine, all mine.

The thought warmed and chilled her at the same time: the heady mixture of great privilege and great responsibility.  Michael started to move to his own rhythm as he hummed a tune she had never heard before.  He let his hands glide down the outside of his ribcage, his abs, down to the top of his pants.  One hand dipped lower, to his crotch, his movement now mimicking what she knew he could do inside her body.  His hand was right over his huge bulge, his hips undulating in circular, rhythmical beats.  His eyes were closed at first, but then he opened them and granted her the sultriest gaze from below dark lashes.

“You approve?” His voice was dripping, dark honey.

All she could manage was a nod, as her lips felt parched, her tongue being forced out to wet them.

“Lisa, touch yourself.”

Oh God, he was trying to kill her. 

He did not have to ask twice.  One hand found her breast as the other dipped lower. Michael resumed his sensual dance, slowly opening his pants further, initially, just playing and touching himself through the pants, before actually freeing himself and taking the strip tease one slow, torturous step further at a time. 

When he was finally naked, Lisa was slightly incoherent.  Her breath felt like being forced though constricted, inflamed bronchiae, her eyes were burning with desire, her mouth watering for what Michael had touched, teased, and stroked to enormous proportions.  Her pussy was weeping and contracting, longing for its prize as well, and when she reached for him, all thoughts of who was entertaining whom were a distant ghost. 

Thus, their marathon three days prior had started.  They broke to eat, sleep, and play with Prince, but other than that, Michael made it a point to shatter some kind of world record in making the mother of your child cum over and over, until she had indeed begged him for mercy, which he was unwilling to grant. 

“What?  You’re mine.  You carry my baby.  I will brand you over and over and over, until you forget that any other man exists.  Having you in my bed like this is such a turn on.  And to know you won’t leave drives me all kind of crazy.” He had just pulled out of her, drawing her close, reacting to her telling him she needed a break after they both had been spent.

“Michael, I already have no recollection of any other men.  Nor any desire or ability to have desire for anyone else.  I think I’m dehydrated and delirious.   And, I do have to leave at some point.  I have kids, remember?”

He sat up, eying her with concern.  “Wait, I’ll get you some water.  I’m so sorry.  Do you want food, too?  You need to tell me when you get hungry and thirsty.  You have to take care of yourself- the first trimester is very iffy, you know.  You need good foundations.” Jumping out of bed, he pulled on some pajama pants and disappeared, only to re-emerge with a tray with food and juices thirty minutes later.  How could she possibly not be crazy about this man?

Speaking of, or thinking of him, where was he this morning?  She had at some point passed out after he had made love to her exquisitely slow and tenderly, kissing her softly, keeping iron control on himself, letting his penis enter her slowly and deeply over and over, providing the crazy making drag that almost drove her to total insanity.  They reached the pinnacle together, and it felt as if their souls were merging, their fingers intertwined, their eyes open, each reveling and being propelled further into the eye of the storm by observing the ecstasy mirrored in the other.

“I love, you, girl.  I love you so damn much,” Michael had sobbed into the crook of her neck, after moments of silence, overwhelming her with the show of emotions he so often kept from her now.  She reached around and held on to him for dear life, pulling him close, one hand in his hair, one around his back, as her own tears mingled with the beads of sweat on her face.  She was willing to bet she loved him just a little more. 

Lisa stared into the huge bathroom mirror, unsure of whether having unearthed all this love she had kept buried under layer and layer of protection and resentment was such a bright idea.  Betting all her chips on one lucky number might be thrilling, but it could also leave her broke.  And, in this case, broken.  Well, whatever else would happen, she now had something sweet and tiny growing inside her that would keep her and Michael connected forever. 

“Oh, good, you’re up.  I was about to bring you breakfast, but wanted to make sure I’m not wasting all that food.”

Deep in her thoughts, she had not heard him approach.  He came up behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist, kissing her nape and her shoulders. 

“You need to really wear clothes, baby.  I will never get anything done as long as you prance around here naked.” He looked at her in pretend serious and scolding mode. 

“I’m not prancing.  I just got up and you were nowhere to be seen. I was about to take a shower.”

“Oh, yeah? Want company?” He looked up into the mirror, their eyes meeting in the reflection. 

“No, I want to get clean, not get down and dirty for the umpteenth time.” She giggled as he kept biting her neck, finding her ticklish spots.

“Hey, I thought getting down and dirty was our specialty. But I can help you get clean afterwards, too.  I am very skilled, you know.”

“You have a very big head.”’

“I know, and you liked it when it went in and out of you last night.”

She swatted at him playfully and he laughed, backing off, before hugging her from behind once again.  One hand found one of her breasts as the other dipped lower, once again getting ready to start that fire. 

“You are so bad, will you stop it?  I have to get ready to leave.”

“And I have to get ready to say good morning properly. Plus, you said you won’t leave till early this afternoon.”

“What about the breakfast?” Her resolve was melting as his hand found her and started to stroke her gently.  To increase the temptation, he rubbed his pajama clad hips against her naked butt, leaving no doubt that he indeed was ready to be very bad again. 

“Ok, I can eat you first. Your wish is…”

“Michael, stop it.  You are such a trouble maker.”

“And you love it.”

Her eyes found his dark gaze on the other side of the glassy suface. “I just love you. I’m so fucking doomed.”

Lisa let her head fall back and accept the kiss he was bestowing on her.  Her arm came around and she pulled his head closer, her hand fisting in his still wild and crazy morning hair.  She greedily inhaled his sighs and moans, pushing against him, wishing he would just get rid of those barriers between them.  Having obviously read her thoughts, he ended the kiss by trailing soft kisses down her neck.  He reached out to grab her wrists and put her hands on the cool surface in front her her, making sure she was holding on to the edge of the marble sink. One hand stayed over her hand, while the other pulled down his pajama pants, stepping out them, letting her feel his erection against her butt cheeks. Lisa tried to use her free hand to reach for him, attempting to turn her body.

“No, like this.  Keep your hands on the sink.  Spread your legs, baby.  Now, don’t you stop looking at me in that mirror.”

He nudged her legs apart with his leg and she happily obliged.  Michael brought both hand so her ass, rubbing and massaging the cheeks, before slightly spreading them, granting him better access to her swollen pussy that was once again burning for the relief only he could provide.  Lisa kept her eyes on him and was further stimulated by seeing his eyes light up, see him bite his lip as he started to probe her.

“That’s it baby.  You’re nice and wet already.  All juicy, all swollen, all ready for me.”

His eyes found her again and she thought she would die when he finally entered her with one swift thrust, his face reflecting his own consuming pleasure.  If she was not so sure he was feeling the same bliss she was engulfed in, she might have thought he was in agony.  He was not holding back this morning.  His hands came to rest over hers, his fingers interlacing with hers, as he pounded into her, making her see spots and streaks of color in no time.  This was the exact opposite of the gently lovemaking from the night before, but the passion and driving urgency contributed to the rapture as their eyes continued to be one in the mirror. 

“Are you ready, babe?  I can’t …wait…much…longer.”  His voice was an animalistic growl now, and edged her on even more.  She had noticed the beads of sweat appearing on his forehead and his chest.  The sensual nature of watching their love play drove Lisa to the place she knew would suffice to ignite the explosion.

“Let me have it, Daddy, give it to me good…” where the last words she could force out before he reached around once more, his fingers simply applying more pressure on her clitoris, resulting in screams and convulsions as Lisa put forth her best effort to not fall to her knees.

“Say it, say my name…” He snarled at her, his yes burning into her as she struggled with keeping hers open.

“Michael!” She sure hoped the nanny was in a totally different part of the house as her scream was not contained and matched the savage fire slashing and raging inside.

“Fucking hell! Oh shit!” In an instant response that matched the volume of her outcry, Michael surged into her several more times, then collapsed against her in violent spasms seconds before she  felt his hot eruptions filling her, then trickling down her thigh.  Her legs shook and she weakly leaned back against him.

“You will kill me one day, you know that, Lise?”

“Hey, I wanted a shower!”

“I showered you alright. Well, you need a real one now.” Pulling out, he scooped her up and walked right into his oversized shower with her, turning the water on, as she weekly rested against him.  Michael gently let her glide down and he started to use the heavenly scented shower gel on her, lathering up her skin, washing her body, then her hair as he gave her the most heavenly head massage.  Lisa felt like floating on some kind of otherworldly cloud.  She let him take over, and it felt heavenly to be pampered like this.  Of course, seeing his gorgeous body in the water and the steam, and feeling generous, she also reciprocated and enjoyed his smiles and giggles as her hands glided over every inch of him.  He shivered when she gently touched his member.

“Don’t even dare to mess with that.”

She laughed.  “You are too much, Mike.  You are safe for now, though. I am really worrying about walking around as it is- I am sure everyone who sees me will know what I have been up to.”

A proud smile graced his face as droplets of water cascaded down his face.  “Yeah, so?”

She laughed and he leaned in to kiss her, helping her rinse off, then reached out and wrapped her tenderly into a towel before drying himself off. 

“So, Mike, about that breakfast…?”

“Woman! You are so demanding.  Didn’t I just fulfill all your needs?”

“You filled me- and distracted me from my shower.  But I’m hungry.” She rolled onto the bed on her stomach, looking up at him with wide eyes, batting her lashes.

He slapped her butt.
“Get dressed then, lazy.  I told you I have breakfast waiting. Stop distracting me.  Jeez!”

She pulled him down to her and gave him one more kiss before searching for her clothes.

(to be continued)

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