Afterlife- Chapter 13

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“It is not funny!” Michael glared at her again, causing her to once again burst out into a fit of laughter.  This was about the hundredth time tonight he had said those words- despite him having laughed along with her. Even now, it was clear he was hiding a grin, trying to look all serious.  

Still chuckling, tears running down her cheeks, Lisa picked up her burger for the tenth time, trying to eat, hoping that would make her stop before she’d be a mess with hiccups and mascara running down her face.  Michael rolled his eyes and grabbed her wrist. 

“You’re gon’ choke- and then I have to save your life- and then there will be commotion and probably the press and then…”

“Yes, MJ impersonator saves woman from death by burger.”  Lisa felt another fit of laughter coming on.

The comment was born from Lisa’s flash of genius after Doris, their server, had commented that Michael reminded her of someone.  Lisa, fearing their luck of being able to get around unrecognized had run out, had quipped that he was working as an MJ impersonator, causing Michael to kick her under the table. 

Doris had looked at him for a while, then made a doubtful face. “Well- that wasn’t who I was thinking of…but okay…” the unimpressed lady had replied, causing Lisa to almost die holding back her laughter.

“See if I give you CPR…”

“You can give me mouth to mouth any time you want.” The thought was actually pretty nice.

Feeling like living on the edge, Lisa winked at him and took a bite- managing  to stay alive. Already distracted from her near death experience, Michael took a fry from her basket and eyed it suspiciously.

“How many grams of trans fats you think are on this one fry?”  Obviously, his attention had shifted to his own longevity now. Taking a bite, he made a face.  Hey- he better be more appreciative about her sharing food,  given she had been starving.  Her nerves after waiting for the kids, Paris’ open hostility, and then the fight with Lockwood had prevented her from eating most of the day.  However, their little outing suddenly had made her aware of just how starved she was.   

“You know- you better be grateful I had some money in my pocket, or you’d be washing dishes…or mopping the floor…not sharing my wonderful burger”  Lisa looked around the little bar they had scooted into after their shopping spree.  Where Michael had spent all the money he had stashed away in his sock. That man!

Michael made another face. “What dishes? I mean..you don’t think they re-use those cups, do you?”  He suspiciously eyed the plastic cup his soda was in.  

“Should have gotten beer- at least the alcohol might sterilize it.”  Lisa took a sip of her brew, then wiped her mouth, leaning back in the rickety chair. “Ah…that was good.”

“You got foam on your mouth. Messy woman. And mustard…” Michael leaned in, using his finger to clean her off, then kissing her mouth lightly.  A whole herd of butterflies was unleaded. Trampling around Lisa’s insides like elephants.  Was this night real?  She grabbed his hand and held on tight, almost scared he’d go up in some puff of delusional smoke. 

“You guys need anything else?” The elderly waitress came back to check on them. No, this had to be reality. No way would she ever dream up Doris. The blue eyeshadow and strange pink lipstick on lips outlined in a brown color were too intense even for the most psychedelic nightmare.

“A Malox would be nice…” Michael mumbled under his breath. 

“No, Doris, thank you. It was lovely.” Lisa smiled up at her, kicking Michael who sank into his chair and hid under his hoodie again.

“No problem. And dear-“ Doris turned to Michael,  “You might wanna work on that impersonation thing a bit. Competition is stiff here in this city- that’s all I gotta say.”

Ouch! Lisa bit her tongue to keep from cracking up yet again. That would not go over well. She just hoped he could refrain from throwing off his glasses and hoodie like some magician before launching into a moonwalk, proving he, indeed, was THE MAN.

Michael smiled up at Doris like a hungry, pissed off hyaena. “Really?  Well, thank you for the kind advice.  I guess I go back to watching those tapes…”

“Yeah, you might wanna consider that…”  Doris winked at Lisa and left the check.

“Here- want a bite? You might wanna keep your strength up…for later…” Lisa held out the burger, grease dripping, as she thought about the goodies in her bag. 

“You might wanna consider that….” Michael imitated Doris’ tone, shaking his head, looking pissed. Too cute! As much as he always complained about wanting to blend in- it also seemed to sting when someone did not catch on as to his identity right away.

“Eat!”  Lisa scolded, and he bent forward, taking a bite. She didn’t want to risk him passing out on her… Later… That familiar feeling in her belly made her scoot around a bit in the chair.  Damn… The little excursion sure had her full of all kinds of good ideas.  

“Damn! Look at all that grease, will y’a?  Why don’t they just give you a syringe so you can inject it straight into your heart and save the stomach some trouble?” Michael reached over and took a huge sip from her beer.  Since of course he didn’t bring his ID- and didn’t want to order anything that might get him carded.  As if! But that was the Mike she knew- goofy, and paranoid, and quirky- and totally irresistible. 

“Good, hm?”  Lisa grinned.  Lisa had already bought him a huge, unreal size of beer from one of the street bars, so they were feeling pretty good. 

Michael wiped his mouth. “I better have some sort of exercise coming my way….” He shot her a hot look, making her heart do flips.  “I gotta stay in shape you know…”  His voice dipped an octave.  

Oh, no worries, she planned on giving him some exercise alright!

“So…when are you gonna tell me what you got in that bag?”  Michael motioned over to her loot, which she kept on the chair next to her. 

“I’m not…I’m gonna show you…” Her voice dipped, “Later…”

“Okay, that’s it- we’re leaving. Now…”  He grabbed her hand and started to pull her up. His eyes playful- but hot.  

Lisa laughed. “No- I’m not done! And I’m gonna damn well get my money’s worth!”  She took one more bite, then handing Michael the last little bit of burger.  

His eyes darkening more, he grabbed her wrist again, taking the last bite…making sure to let his lips make contact with her fingers. The small nibble sent little electric sparks from her hand straight down to her crotch.  He finished off the bite by sucking her finger into his mouth, his hot tongue surrounding it…Fuck! Okay. Maybe he was right. Time to go! 

Quite satisfied with the reaction he no doubt saw in her eyes, Michael smiled and downed the rest of her beer.  Hey! Oh yeah? Was that how he was gonna play it? Lisa reached over and took his soda, keeping her eyes on him as she descended on the straw. Opening her lips…letting her tongue trace the straw before closing her mouth and sucking…  Michael’s mouth dropped open and he bit his lip. 

“Damn…I think that straw is about to lose it, Lise..” He shifted in his seat.

Smirking, Lisa gulped the soda, batting her eyes.  Michael swallowed hard, and she followed the movement of his adams apple. The feelings she got just from watching his gorgeous neck… One would have thought she’d have outgrown this obsession with every part of him, but no…far from it. 

Having killed every last little drop of soda she surrendered the straw with a little plopping sound.  Michael grinned and shook his head.  “You’re a mess…I don’t remember last time I almost came watching someone violate a straw like that,” he whispered.

“Hey- the straw was not violated. It was very much into it.” 

“I bet. And you can show me just how he felt…let’s go.”

Michael grabbed his bag, came around the table, and pulled her up.  Helping her into her light jacket, he turned her and kissed her.

“In public?” Lisa was referring to the PDA.

“I’m only a second rate impersonator, remember? Why shouldn't I kiss the lady who treated me to a culinary heart attack?”

“True. Don’t worry, though. I’ll let you work it off…But be careful- I don’t wanna give you a real one. I know you’re not used to much these days…” Lisa whispered, kissing his neck. 

She felt him shiver and that sent her heart racing even higher…

“Oh, we’ll see about that, little woman. I got some surprises up my sleeve for you…” Michael grinned down at her, kissing her nose.

Oh yeah…she knew. Or suspected. He had, after all,  carefully guarded his bag of goodies from the shop he had pretended to hate, oh, so much. Had even taken the stash to the bathroom with him after they first had arrived, spoiling her perfect plan to gain the advantage by knowing what tricks he had gathered.

Taking her hand, Michael impatiently pulled her out of the bar after Lisa left the money on the table.  She hoped the tip was enough for Doris who had supplied so much comic relief in an already crazy night.

“So- are you’re gonna let me have a look?”  Lisa tried to reach for Michael’s bag.

“Nope! Why do you think I lugged it with me to the bathroom? I knew you’d peek! You can’t ever hold out.  No self control!” 

“Hey! I don’t even remember agreeing to this separate shopping thing. And by the way- what did you get that made you use all the money you had?”

Michael grinned in a dirty way, making her already moist panties just a little wetter. “Wouldn’t you like to know!”

“Well, I hope you have fun with whatever you got. When you’re in your bedroom. All alone… Hey- did you get a rubber pussy? That might come in handy..and some good lube…” She teased, knowing full well there was no way she’d let this man be alone tonight. Or any night. If she’d have a choice. 

Blushing, Michael broke out laughing, hushing Lisa by putting his hand over her mouth. “Lisa! Damn!” 

They both laughed and she pulled him against her one more time, kissing him, enjoying the taste of the salty fries still on his lips…

Michael held on to her hips, pulling her against him. “I don’t think I’ll be needing no rubber pussy tonight…” he whispered, his voice thick and sexy.  As was something else… Lisa felt his hard ridge against her, pulling him down for one more kiss.  Damn, she was so fucking horny! Maybe it had been a mistake to grab a bite to eat after their little excursion. 

“Get a room!” Someone passing by shouted.

They broke apart and giggled, Michael’s face red as a beet.  He was too cute.  Dirty and hot one minute, then blushing like a virgin.  God, she loved him like crazy! And for the first time in forever she did not feel guilty or torn over that very thought.  Funny- for a long time she had thought this love bordering obsession was her prison. When really, it was her liberation. 

“We plan on it- thanks!” Lisa shouted back.

“Lisa!” Michael doubled over laughing, hysterically, covering her mouth again. “You’re so damn bad! And loud!”  

Oh, she’d show him loud…later.

“Me?  Who had the bright idea to go on a sex toy shopping spree without letting the other know what we got?  That is a recipe for badness, if you ask me!”

They started to walk. Hand in hand.  Lisa was looking around for a cab.  Time to go back.  She needed some privacy.  Soon.  Of course, maybe they could call Michael’s drivers and that way they might get things started in the car….

“Excuse me?  Who pulled little innocent me into a porn shop in the first place?”

Yeah- that was a real good idea…. Not torturous at all… Once Michael had gotten over the initial shock and stopped resisting, it got her more than hot and bothered having him look at some of the inventory, whispering to her about the things he’d do to her… Or starting off with- ‘Hey - THAT makes me think of the time when…’- taking them down the incredibly long highway of their sexual history.  

Shit…  Suddenly, he had been quite the willing little participant, eyes sparkling…conjuring up images of the past, promising more carnal adventures down the line.  Each word, each look, each accidentally purposeful touch had sent her into sensual overdrive. 

At first, it had been fun just to look around.  And even more fun to watch Michael’s face as he walked from display to display.  When he eyed the plastic masks and rather gross plastic suits, Lisa almost had peed herself.  And the look on his face when she had tossed a rubber pussy his way only to have him jump to the side as if a hand grenade had been launched at him, was priceless. Once, in Paris, they had escaped their security and gone out on the town, found themselves in a similar store.  Only difference being, they did not shoppwd then.  Usually, their toys came via the internet- much easier and way more private. So, really Lisa had no intention of doing anything but look and amuse herself.  Of course, then Michael, high on the alcohol they had indulged in earlier, and no doubt on adrenaline as well, had come up with the bright idea for each of them to get what they could in 5 minutes- and not share with the other till later.

The one with the most imaginative and thrilling loot was to be the winner.  And with a wicked glint in his eyes he added that really, it didn’t matter that he would no doubt win, since it would benefit her later, anyway. 

Of course, Lisa had told him to grow up and that there was no way she’d risk being recognized while standing at a porn shop counter.  She was too grown up to fall for one of his silly challenges. 

Yeah right. Except, this had been a really bad day.  A day with so much shit, she had longed for an escape hatch.  An exit to a small island in time where she didn’t have to be the grown up. Didn’t have to worry about another ruined marriage, Michael’s sociopathic ex-sperm carrier, their insecure and tentative future, his controlling machinations, her insecurities, his daughter hating her, her husband threatening her… And that little secret she had hanging over her head to provide the cherry on the cake. None of this crap! 

So, she had simply looked at him from below her lashes and asked how they would determine the winner, causing Michael to grin and raise his eyebrows.  “Guess we gotta figure that part out…afterwards…”- with a dirty, dark emphasis on the last words, sending her internal plumbing into fluttery spasms. That man was some piece of work.  

“You’re not all that innocent. And not all that little..” Lisa glanced down at his jeans.  Seemed she wasn’t the only one affected by their little bantering. And their excursion. 

“You gonna feel how not so very little I am” He muttered under his breath. Then, “Lisa- let me call my guys to come get us.” Michael took his phone out of his pocket. This was funny- he was obviously ready for an emergency extraction. Enough mingling with the regular folks for tonight.

“No- your fans will follow the car- and I kinda wanna pretend it’s just you and me for a little while longer. Let’s get a cab.”  She held her arm out and waved to one approaching. 

“I thought we have no money?” Right now, real life things like cabs did not seem to fit into his game plan. He was so funny- wanting the real world- with all the comforts of his superstar status. 

“I have plastic.  You have no money, remember?”  It still fascinated her that he refused to carry credit cards around with him. The only reason she had to use the last of her cash was because they had found the only little dinky bar in Vegas not taking plastic. 

“You can pay a cab with your credit card?” Michael looked at her incredulously. 

“Yes, love. Welcome to the 21st century.”

“Keep it up, big mouth…I’m keeping tally of all your little insults…and girl, you gon’ pay.” Michael smirked, raising his bag.  

That dark promise in his eyes again…Lisa swallowed.  Did it just get hotter?  Well, this place was in the middle of the desert.

Thankfully, the dam cab stopped, because that need for privacy was becoming quite urgent. 

Lisa informed the driver they were headed to the Wynn, earning her a slightly raised eye-brow, as the man gave her a once over glance.  This was too funny as he obviously doubted they could afford the hotel…if only he knew who his current fare was.  

The drive seemed to take forever. Damn… Every turn brought her in close contact with Michael’s leg pressed against hers. Michael, at some point, picked up her hand and kissed it, keeping it held up to his mouth for a long moment, his tongue drawing a circle on her palm.  His eyes laughed at her, taking in the quickening of her breath. 

“Stop it…” she hissed at him, motioning to the driver who gave them a look through the rearview mirror. 

“What?” Michael laughed, obviously delighting in her squirming.  He took her hand and placed it on his leg, slightly higher than was decent, his big hand covering hers lightly.  

Oh yeah?  Was that an invitation? Loving the feel of his muscular thigh, Lisa let her hand roam a bit…judging that she was pretty save as the high back seat hid her hand from the view of the nosy cabby.  

Trying to keep her face straight and her eyes looking out the front, she pressed his leg, inching up closer to his crotch.  Lisa half expected Michael to stop her, but he surprised her by lightening the hold on her, letting her take the lead.  

“So, seems like this city is pretty busy at night, hm?” Lisa asked the driver, working hard to keep her tone innocent as she cupped Michael’s hard bulge.  Michael cleared his throat every so quietly, and shifted lightly. 

“Oh, yeah, you could say that, Miss. You’re visiting then?”

“Yup. Flew in from Memphis yesterday. And loving all the excitement so far…” Her fingers felt him pulsing and expanding beneath her grasp and she massaged the hard flesh through the denim fabric.  A side glance revealed Michael biting his lower lip, watching her from beneath lowered lashes.  But no resistance.  Okay..let’s see who’d chicken out first. 

“Oh, if you want excitement you came to the right city! How long will you be here for?”  Lisa met the cabby’s eyes through the mirror, keeping him looking at her, so her hand could explore some more.  She found the zipper and pulled it down gingerly. 

Michael sharply drew in a breath, but sat otherwise immobile like a statue.  

A sexy as shit statue. Lisa felt hot currents shoot through her, loving the thrill of the situation. This was not the first time they had pushed the boundaries as far as pleasuring each other in public, but usually, Michael was the one taking the lead.  Well, she quite enjoyed turning the tables a bit, at times.  And tonight, she was in that kind of mood.  

“Couple of days, I think. Right honey?” Lisa smiled over at Michael as innocently as she could manage while her hand made contact with…his hot flesh. Someone was going commando. 

“Right, dear. You like how hot it feels, you said.” Michael managed to say. HIs voice sounding slightly impacted. Oh, she liked how hot it felt alright.  

“Yes, we had a nice warm spell. And not scorching like in the summer. You guys here on your honeymoon or something like that?”  The driver was still holding eye-contact with Lisa, allowing her another daring squeeze as her hand managed to glide up Michael’s straining erection.  Reaching down with his free hand, he opened the button. So much for stopping her. 

“Something like that…So, what could you recommend for us thats…” Another squeeze and a little tug, as Michael leaned back slightly, his breathing definitely impacted now, his cheeks looking flushed even in the dark of the backseat. “Exciting and stimulating?” Lisa finished her question, her hand becoming more daring, her thumb finding the sensitive tip, running over it in the tight space, finding a droplet of lubricant to tease him more.  And still, he was not stopping her… Damn! If this was a sign of things to come, she better forget about sleeping tonight. Not that she had gotten a whole lot of that done the previous night. 

“Well, that depends on what you are into, Miss.” The cabby smirked at her, giving her a little wink.  Sexy tooth gap, there, handsome. Lisa smiled back sweetly. Good, as long as she could keep him interested in bantering with her, he wouldn’t notice her being very much into the hand job she was giving his other customer right now. Of course, as always, messing with Michael was a double-edged sword. She knew he was turned on- but so was she.  Her pussy was throbbing and weeping, begging for attention as Lisa already envisioned the feel of being fucked by the hard cock she was working over right now. 

“Oh you know…Sometimes you gotta step out and walk on the wild side.” Her eyes quickly glanced over at Michael whose clenched jaw bore witness to the efforts of keeping it together.  He might manage to keep his face almost even, but his dick strained against her.  She tightened her grip and felt the pulsing increase.  His eyes closed, opened, then he blinked, shooting her a gaze that was both challenging and questioning.  How typical how a little teasing had turned into a game of chicken, with both of them understanding the rules. 

“Well, I can definitely hook you up, then.  And I know spots that only the locals would go to. The real action, if you catch my drift?”  Another dirty grin. Was dude totally oblivious that she was with someone? Someone very quiet and seemingly stoically looking ahead. Trying his best to not shoot his load.  

Watching Michael out of her peripheral vision, enjoying him taking in another gulp of air, Lisa was starting to wonder if the real action was going to consist her jerking him off in a Vegas cab… No, surely, he’d never let her go that far. But dammit- she wasn’t gonna blink first. 

“Well, hey. Whatever happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas, right?” She batter her eyes at the cabby, enjoying Michael’s eye-roll. Reaching into his pants more, she managed to get a hold of his tight balls, squeezing and fondling, before returning to stroking him, picking up the pace. Dammit- the only thing she hated right now was the fact she couldn’t look at the marvelous erection she felt in her grasp. She was too afraid to have the cabby catch on to her little game. But shit- she was missing out. Cause it was always something to watch Mike grow….to see him start to glisten with those little pearls of precut. Lisa swallowed hard, wanting to taste what she touched so very badly.

“Stop it…” Michael hissed out from clenched teeth. 

Oh really? Was he crying uncle finally?

She tightened her grasp. “What?”

Michael bit the inside of his cheek. “The flirting.” He mouthed.

The flirting? Lisa almost burst out laughing. He was something! 

“Alright folks…we are here.” The cabby pulled up to the Wynn. 

“Hey- would you mind going into the garage? We can go up straight to our room much easier. You know… my hubby here had a bit too much to drink.”  Lisa leaned forward, whispering the last in a conspiratory way.  She thought that was probably a pretty smart request, knowing some of Michael’s fans were no doubt hanging out in the lobby.  His disguise wouldn’t fool them. So, it was a pretty safe bet he didn’t want to be seen with his hard on- being barely able to walk. Plus, she did not want to share his attention tonight. Tonight he was hers. The world and its problems and challenges had to wait till tomorrow. She deserved this break from reality. Needed it. She had been a loaded spring since June 25th- and something had to give. So, tonight, it was full out letting go of all the shit hitting them both nonstop.  Shelter from the nonstop pounding of incoming missiles from the past and present. 

“Well…you know…If he needs to sleep it off- i can always give you my number. I get off soon and I can show you a real good time.” The cabby whispered back, pulling into the hotel garage, aiming for one of the elevators. 

Michael raised his eyes as if he was about to say something, his hand finally stilling Lisa’s.  Ha! She’d won! 

“Thanks for all your kindness. But I think I got it from here, friend. My little wife here would be too much for you to handle. Take my word.”  Mr BigShot was not above a little male swagger suddenly.

Lisa laughed, looking down at his open fly as he did his best to stuff himself back into his jeans.  He flinched in pain. Served him right.  Still- to give him a chance to not be too obvious, Lisa bent forward to run her credit card through the machine inside the car.  Since she had her jacket off, she managed to give the cabbie a nice view of her cleavage, granting Michael a moment to zip up. 

“Here love, put on your jacket. It’s chilly.”  Michael draped the jacket over her shoulders, covering her up.  He did not look happy. What was his problem now? 

The driver handed Lisa the receipt- and another small piece of paper, giving her another smile he no doubt thought was enough to drop her panties. Michael intercepted the paper, looked at it and tore it up. 

“Thanks, man. But I can take care of her all by myself. She won’t be able to walk anywhere…Take my world.” 

With that, he pulled Lisa off, heading for the elevator, making it almost impossible for her to keep up. How did he walk this fast with what had to at least still be a semi-hard on? The elevator opened and people filed out, not paying them any mind. Michael stood there, moving up and down on his toes, his gaze directed at the ground.  Finally they were able to enter the cabin. Michael used a key card and entered the combination for the penthouse, assuring them a ride free of interruptions. Lisa looked at him. “Hey- you’re not mad, are you?”  With his quickly changing moods, he had her worried there for a second. Maybe she had pushed the game too far? A second later, she got her answer. As soon as the door closed behind them, Michael suddenly grabbed Lisa, pushing her against the nearest elevator wall, stunning her.

“What in the …,” was all she had managed to get out,  before his lips claimed her mouth in a hungry kiss. His hand on her ass, pressing himself into her. Okay, cool. Not mad. Or not mad enough to freeze her hot.  More like set her on fire. She was an open flame to his vat of fuel…the blaze made it difficult to breathe for sure.

Yes, heat…flames…and he was fired up, alright.  His tongue entered her roughly, rubbing against hers, turning her legs to rubber. All that she managed to do was whimper against him, loving his aggression, needing the hard ridge pressed against her, moving to find some relief from the intense need cursing through her blood. 

“Mike…damn…” Lisa panted when he broke away and they both fought for air. 

“You little tease… Fuck, woman, you ‘bout drove me insane. You’re so gonna pay for that.”  His voice was hoarse.  His eyes burning coal.  

“Oh yeah?” Lisa smirked up at him, wiggling her hips, grabbing his fine ass. 

“Oh yeah. For almost making me cum in a damn cab. And for flirting with this dude right in

front of me!”

“But he was gonna show me a wild time!” Lisa protested, laughing, then leaning forward to kiss Michael’s neck, standing on her tip-toes.  If he really was irritated for her flirting he had no reason to be: she was in no frame of mind to think of anyone but him. Never had been, really. When she was with Michael, it was only about Michael.  No one else existed. That door was only opened when she felt alone and insecure.  

“Girl…” He ran his hands over her butt, squeezing, massaging, then touching her between her legs with teasing pressure, making her jump. “I’ll show you a wild time alright. I don’t know what got into you tonight, but…” His hand came around and he cupped her crotch.  God! She could almost feel his fingers on her. She was so damn swollen.  His touch made her tingle and buzz. 

“But what?”  Her hands dipped under his sweater and his shirt.  Touched his hot back. Felt his skin shiver. Lisa traced the top of his pants, running one finger slightly lower.  

“But I really, really like it…” Michael leaned in, kissing her. His fingers now running under her shirt, up her belly. Arriving her at her bra.  

“Michael…” Her head fell back against the wall as she watched the numbers on the display climb.  

He cupped her breast and played with her nipple through the material, teasing her, while his tongue kept her engaged. Lisa felt each touch, each stroking of his tongue like a direct stimulation to her clit. Her nervous system was in such overdrive, she felt herself close to the edge just from kissing and petting. 

The elevated chimed and Michael pulled her shirt down. Giving her a little peck and reached for her hand.  Good thing, too. Cause she felt as if they somehow had been transported from a Vegas hotel to a cruise ship.  And not due to alcohol. No, she was way high on the only drug that was also her medication. 

As Michael pulled her toward his door, Lisa’ brain kicked in. Okay- just one little break from the fog of insanity. She had to check in her babies.  

“Hey-I gotta check on the girls. And leave the nanny a note that I probably won’t be there first thing in the morning…”

“No probably to it” Michael pulled her in for a kiss. Showing her just how improbably it was that she’d find the strength to make it back to her room.

“Hm….” Lisa moaned into his mouth.  

“Lise…just stop being a stubborn ass and move up here with me. There’s plenty of room. And you won’t have to run all over the hotel with wet panties.”  

Lisa’s eyes flew open and she was greeted by his little smirk.  “Oh yeah? And how would you know if my panties are wet or not?”  

Michael again grabbed her ass and reached between her legs. “Oh…I know, trust me…I know…”  

Well, at least she was wearing underwear…

Before she could launch into totally untrue denials, he pulled her into him once more, then pulled away. “Go- check on the babies and I do the same. Then we will see who will win our shopping spree game. And who will pay the piper.” 

Lisa laughed and pulled away slowly.  She didn’t like leaving him. Not even for a moment. “As for winning: Probably the same person who won the cab dare…”  She blew him a kiss and stepped into the elevator before he could reply.  But she did see him laughing, shaking his head as the doors closed. 

Lisa sank against the wall. God! To see him like this. Happy. Laughing. Cocky.  Sexy as fuck. Which of course he always was, but still.  He seemed lighter somehow. Despite that cow playing her games and fucking with his daughter’s head.  Despite the ongoing pressure of the shows. 

Something changed after she told him she loved him. Told him she wanted him. And that her marriage was over. Man, she still could barely believe she really had spoken those words out loud.  And nothing had happened. The earth had not crumbled and swallowed them all. Not yet, anyway.  Yes, she’d have to deal with Lockwood and his threats, or whatever his statements were. But he was hurt. Angry. He’d see reason. He wasn’t anymore happy than she was in what was left of their marriage. And now things were pretty much out in the open. Sure, she had not admitted she was with Michael, but she had to tread carefully while Lockwood was still actively angry. But he’d get over it. Calm down and see that this was for the best for them all. And he knew her: knew she’d never keep him from the girls. As long as he didn’t make good on any threats she had no reason to not grant him joint custody.  

But no, she’d deal with Lockwood tomorrow. And Deb..and Paris. Philipps… And probably a million phone messages from her outraged mother. Tonight was for her and Michael.  

Michael- who still was in the dog house about the songs. It was weird, as much as she had wanted to unload, once she had see how torn apart he was with everything going on with Deb, her own anger seemed less important. Sure, he shouldn’t have spied on her work.  But it was no longer a deal breaker.  And she’d work her frustrations about that one out tonight.  Lisa looked down at her bag and smiled.  Then sighed. Yes, at some point she had to confront him. And at some point she had to confess her own secrets - before he found out and that horrible nightmare from the other day came true. 

The girls were asleep like little angels.  Lisa kissed each of them, pulling the covers over Fin who had kicked them off as always. Seeing the babies brought back memories of earlier today. Michael with the girls. Talk about a barrage of feelings.  Suddenly, she had seen him in a whole new light.  Of course she and always known he was a great dad.  She had seen him over the years with his children.  But with her own…it was a whole ‘nother ballgame.  

When they were married, he was great with Riley and Ben. And even later, when she packed her children up over and over to be with Michael for fleeting moments of absolute bliss. But he was more of a friend to those two.  The fun step parent. A co-conspirator when they got in trouble.  

His disciplinary style was to sneak them candy or whatever else they wanted when they were in trouble with her.  Actually, seeing him with her kids had started her wondering how it would be to co-parent with him. Would he try to circumvent her at every turn? Would he be able to set and enforce boundaries? Of course, she now knew he was amazing at raising polite and well adjusted children. Despite his crazy environment. Other than Paris’ recent lapses, she had never known his three to be anything but wonderful. Not the out of control, bratty kids she had feared he'd raise. 

And then she had seen him with her twins, and it was as if a ton of bricks hit her.  They of course had warmed up to him in record time. No wonder, there. He had that magic touch with children. Even Riley who had been a little hesitant when she first met him had soon solidly been won over by his easy charm.  But here he was- the man she thought she had lost.  Making her obstinate little toddler eat.  Then playing with her patiently. Rocking Harper to sleep… Man, it was some kind of mind-fuck.  What had she done?  All her silly fears of the past seemed to smack her in the face. Everything they had gone through.  Him almost dying. Only to have him here where he should have been anyway- rocking a baby that should have been theirs. 

If she had not been such an idiotic twit, hadn't been so damn stubborn, hadn’t dared him to “have Debbie do it,” they would maybe not have to deal with a daughter who hated her guts. And a man who threatened to tear her apart.  

Lisa, you gotta stop this. You don’t know what would have happened had you made another choice. Maybe you would hate each others’ guts now. Wouldn’t talk. Would fight over visitation rights. Neverland versus Graceland as living arrangements. Maybe everything did happen for a reason. Made them grown…made them learn. The pain and agony made the appreciate what they lost… maybe…

But for real: did having to learn necessarily entail being eviscerated with a blunt spoon? Well…for tonight all that was about to be put on the shelf.

Taking off her clothes, Lisa glanced at her phone. Five missed calls from mother. And three voicemails. Also some texts that would not be answered tonight. And some from Riley and Ben- which she did have to return real quick.  Two other calls from callers she did not recognize- and one of those left a voice message. Later… The world had to stop for tonight.  She was about to take her space ship to her very own planet. Residents: two.

Lisa smiled to herself, randomly starting to sing Tonight from West Side Story… When she realized what was happening, she started to laugh out loud. 

“Fuck it! I’m such a fucking head case!”  Giggling, she covered her mouth, hoping her borderline sane outburst would not wake the babies.  

Glancing over at the clock, Lisa quickly hopped in the shower.  Yes, she knew she’s be sweaty and sticky in no time flat- but she wanted to show up nice and clean. Not smelling like smoke and grease from the little bar. The water hit her heated body and felt like a billion little caresses. Thinking about Michael, about what was to come, about her little purchases she jerked back to reality when her hand made contact with her swollen pussy.  Oh damn… She was so close to going off like a rocket. But no… Lisa smiled.  She’d leave that job to him.  Knowing he was oh so good at that.  

Steeping out of the shower, Lisa dried off, her taxed nerves going crazy at the touch of the towel. She combed her hair out and braided it.  Looking over at the bag she tried to decide which outfit she’d start with. Hm… What had she thought earlier?  She was on that kind of mood… Oh yeah… He did have to pay for a thing or two… Maybe this was  the way to get back for him being a little sneak.  

Nice! Lisa smiled at herself in the mirror. She reached for the boots.  It was actually quite amazing what she had amassed in five minutes. There- he’d go nuts over that look. 

That hot stirring in her belly again. Brought on by imagining his eyes on her. 

Her phone rang just when she added the last finishing touches. 

“Damn girl! Did you fall asleep? Do I have to come and drag your little ass back here?”

His urgent voice made her smile.  Wonder if he also had fought the urge to take the edge off…

“Hold your horses! What was that you’re always telling me about letting it sizzle?”

“That ain’t sizzling. That’s burning.  Get! I’ll make your ass sizzle if you’re not getting a move on.”

“Oh, I’ll be getting a move on alright.  Just sit tight..” Lisa hoped her deep voice did a number on him.  

“Girl! You take much longer Imma go to sleep.” He teased.

Yeah right!

“Don’t worry- you wouldn’t be for long.”

“Get your teasing ass over here. Now.”

“Aren’t we pushy…” 

Giggling, Lisa grabbed the bag, making sure she had everything.  She also reached over for the little overnight bag she had gotten ready. 

“Yeah- damn straight. You got something to finish you started in that damn cab.” 

“Oh, you mean when you chickened out first” Sit tight. Be right there- so I can win round two.”

She hung up, laughing imagining his face.  Oh yeah, she felt all kinds of spunky suddenly.

Before she could make it to the door a text came in.

????? Still not here????!!!!!!!

He was in some kind of state!  Lisa looked over at herself in the mirror. Her eyes sparkling and bright. Her face flushed.  Oh yeah…she was in her own state, alright. 

Her reply was a simple:

<3 

-Yeah. And you can forget bout winning. Big mouth. 

-Better 2 eat u with ;) 

-I’m countin- and you better be here when I get to three…ONE….

On the short ride up, Lisa texted Riley and Ben, making sure they knew she was alive and well and would call them the next day. Which was really today, judging by the time.  Damn… Good thing she told the nanny to get the girls up and start breakfast for them.  And yes, it was probably a smart idea to move everyone to the penthouse level as Michael wanted.  But she wouldn’t tell him that he had won till the morning. After she had won. And reaped the rewards. Which were hers winning or not.  

Arriving at the penthouse level, her belly was doing a number on her.  How in the world could he still get her this worked up?  After everything?  Everything they’d been though. Everything they’d done to each other- good and bad.  How was she still that intoxicated? This was worse than ever.  Every cell in her body was at attention…she was hyperaware of every fiber against her skin.  Even walking seemed to stimulate her body more.  At this rate, he’d open the door and she’d cum. That would be a nice entrance. Maybe she should have taken a bit of the edge off… 

Finally. At his door. She raised her hand to knock and the door was pulled open. 

“Eight…”

He leaned against the door frame, looking gorgeous and cocky. 

“You cheat! There is no way it was past 2.975.”

“Get your ass in here…what are you wearing?” Pulling her in by the wrist, she felt his eyes roam over her little black trench coat.  Good thing she had brought one, anticipating cooler temps in Vegas at night.  

“What are you wearing? Going to bed?”  Her eyes roaming over him, Lisa leaned against the he had thrown shut, tossing the bags in to the room. 

Michael smirked. Bracing his hands on his hips.  God… 

Lisa’s throat tightened.  Swallowing became difficult. Stupid dry hotel air… 

Unless the sudden need for an oxygen tank was inspired by it the image of the love of her life, leaning all sexy against the door. In his pj pants.  And the omnipresent  white V neck shirt. Clinging to his arms and torso…showing off that neck…  Her eyes glided lower.  Oh shit… Either he had a gun pointed at her or he was very happy she had made it. Dammit… Another gush of moisture between her legs.  Lisa shifted. Maybe oxygen was a bad idea- she’d set fire to it in no time flat. 

Michael moved in closer…His fingers touched her braid.  He leaned in, taking in a deep breath…

“Hm…nice…” He seemed to inhale her. “Bed? Yeah. I thought about that. After…”  He leaned in more.  Supposedly to reach for the deadbolt.

“After..?” Lisa managed to squeak out.  The hair on the back of her neck was standing up. She felt heat radiating from him.  

“After I fuck you in all kinds of other places first…” he whispered hotly against her ear, putting the chain on the door as well. 

Lisa swallowed. 

His body closed the hair breadth of a gap that had existed. Fuck… If she didn’t watch it, all her plans would fly out the window and she’d let him take over…like always.  Like she so often loved.  But not tonight. 

For a second, she enjoyed the pressure of his hard cock. She felt him smiling against her. Turning her head, she became incinerated by the  fire in his eyes.  Oh dammit…one kiss… What could it hurt? Lisa’s lips parted.

Michael gave her a little kiss on the cheek and stepped away.  

Little shit! 

And she was sure she did not imagine his cheeky grin. 

Oh, he was so going to pay for that! 

“Okay…come on in, baby girl. Let’s see what we can do to get you out of your coat…I think we’re gonna keep the boots…for now. Want something to…”

Surprising both of them with her next move, Lisa reached for his arm and turned him, pulling him into her. Her free hand grabbed his shirt.  She kissed him hard, his mouth still open from having been in mid speech.  Her tongue aggressively demanded entry and he did not protest, though she could sense the sneak attack had thrown him off track.  He kissed her back..cautiously at first, then got lost in the passionate demand of the kiss.  Finally, Michael reached around and pulled her into him. A move she allowed for a brief moment. Summoning all her willpower, being half drunk by his taste, Lisa placed her shaking palms between them and pushed him back lightly. He ignored her at first, still lost in the kiss. She pushed harder. His eyes opened.  He looked confused.  Good. 

“That’s what I wanted…And now you can fix me a drink.”  Her voice was not totally under her command. 

“Oh, can I? Well, seems Im here for your pleasure, my lady.” He smirked, and she could tell he had read her mood correctly. Turning, he headed toward the mini bar. 

Did his ass have to look that fine in those damn pants. Or any pants. Or without any..

Could you stay focused for like two seconds, sexaddict.com? 

“Oh, I’ll make sure of that…” 

Lisa heard him giggle and followed him into the suite, bringing her goody bag with her.  Carefully, she put it on the couch.  Michael turned his head as he poured the drinks, watching her take in the suite: The fireplace was on and the lights turned low.  She spotted candles in the bedroom.  Wow… 

Fidgeting, she noticed how soaked the little piece of fabric between her legs had become.  And that damn g-string didn’t exactly provide a barrier for her juices. Her pussy felt primed. Swollen…pulsing.  Her breasts ached, erect nipples pressing against the corset. 

“So…are you gonna take that coat off or are we expecting rain tonight?”  He glanced at her, then finished the drinks.

Lisa’s turn to smirk.  Fine.  She’d give him that one. She untied the belt and and threw the coat toward Michael.  

He turned, about to say something, then stopped cold. His mouth dropping open. His eyes grew big, then scanned her- leaving a burning trail on her body.

Lisa widened her stance. She moved the braid to hang over her shoulder Her hands on her hips.  Chest pushed out.  

“You like?”

“F….uck…yeah..” His voice was raspy.  She delighted in watching him swallow hard. 

Damn… Whenever she did stuff like this it was like falling on her own sword. Seeing his reaction to her was enough to get her off right then and there.  She had been afraid the leather corset, cut so low her boobs about pushed out and over with a silver zipper keeping everything in place, might have been too much. But shit- she had five minutes and it had caught her eyes earlier.  And his… She had noticed him touching it, giving her a hot look.  Wearing it made her feel naughty and sexy as fuck, feeling the pressure of the material against her.  A little, barely there scarp of a thong, the itty bitty triangle made from satin almost matching the leather perfectly, provided the scant cover for her aching cooch.  Her ass was basically naked- that string one was there for gravity’s sake.  And the piece the resistance- the thigh-high leather boots. Slutty dominatrix style leather boots. Laced in the back. Stiletto silver heels screaming fuck me.  Not exactly comfortable. But also contributing to that feeling of sex and power…and lust.  To soften the whole look and to drive him just a little bit more crazy, Lisa had donned the pearl choker and dangling earrings he had given her so many years ago.  That by itself always got him going like no tomorrow…but tonight, it was just another little touch adding to the overall picture. Well, in addition to some of the props she also had brought along. 

Well, from the look on his face- and the way he about poked out of his pants, her idea was a hit so far.  

“The drink?” Lisa cleared her throat and raised her eyebrow.

Michael’s eyes were on her legs…or possibly between them.  Blinking he looked up at her.  Confused. She should have some compassion: The poor man could only remember so much with that little blood left in his brain.  

“You got all that in five minutes?” 

“My drink…” Tapping her foot, she held her hand out, trying her best to keep her face stoic.  

“Of course..My bad…” Suppressing another smirk, he bit his lip and handed her the glass.

They both drank. Eyes locked. 

Lisa’s heart was drumming in her chest.  And lower.

Sexual tension was almost a physical presence in the room. 

Michael took a step toward her and Lisa retreated. 

“Girl…I gotta kiss you…touch you…” He reached out and lightly touched her choker.  His eyes lit up.  Oh yeah. He knew.  They shared the same memories.  Him touching it as they both came…her otherwise naked body glistening under him…

Lisa pushed the image back. Not like anything else was needed to keep her honey flowing. “No touching.” She stepped back.  

“Girl…” he growled.  

“Ask nicely.”  Her voice was firm, and again he suppressed a grin.  Then his face turned serious. 

“Lisa Marie…may I kiss you… Please?”

Satisfied, Lisa grabbed him as she had done earlier, pulling him to her. This time, she teased him a bit, her tongue licking his lips.  Her lips lightly brushing his… After initially trying to grab her, he held still.  Letting her take the lead.  Playfully, she nipped at his bottom lip which got her being grabbed by her nape and pulled into him. He really sucked at letting others take the lead.  Oh well…she wasn’t going to protest too much.  Michael immediately plundered her mouth.  For a moment she enjoyed his wild passion, the red hit spiral inside tightening like mad.  Michael traced the back of her corset. First down her back…around her ass…down her thigh…Teasing, stroking fingers coming around… No. This was her game. 

She stepped back. He started to protest then changed him mind.  He did love to dance. And this was a dance they both performed instinctively. 

“Wait…” Lisa whispered then sauntered over to her bag.  Hips swaying.  Those boots really allowed for one hell of a walk.  She just hoped she wouldn’t fall. Setting off an avalanche of laughter.  But no…he was silent.  But she felt him.  Feeling his eyes caressing her.  Hearing his indrawn breath at seeing her naked ass was a thrilling bonus.

“Damn…your ass looks right in them boots, girl. Shit…”  The way he drew out the ‘i’ did something to her, as well. 

Lisa downed her drink and removed the item she was angling for in the bag, keeping her back angled so he couldn’t peek.  Turning quickly, she hid it behind her back.

“Whatcha got?”  He grinned, emptying his glass.

Lisa smiled sweetly and took a couple of steps backward toward the bedroom door.

Michael put down his glass and followed. Watching his every move, she waited until he was about two steps in front of her, then she brought the little riding crop to the front. Holding on to both hands, keeping it before her body. Michael stopped cold.

“Lisa…?” She saw his hesitation.  Lisa almost burst out laughing. He was so cute.  While it was often part of their rougher play for him to spank her or even use paddles or similar toys for light stimulation, he was strongly opposed to having anything like that used on him.  Which, of course she knew.  Really, she just got the crop to finish the look. And it was handy as she could also use if for riding later.  For now….it was a perfect little tease to put him off kilter. 

“Michael…?”  She imitated his tone.

“You better know what you’re playin’ at, girl. And who with…”  The rest was unsaid..but he’d told her before how isn’t one of her white boy toys. Whatever that meant.  But yes, she knew he wasn’t that kind of male- as he had put it back then. 

“Right now I’m playing with someone seriously overdressed. Take your shirt off,” she demanded.

His eyebrow shot up, and the way his face became flushed give her goosebumps again.  

Her turn to pout and raise an eyebrow, letting the crop come down into her palm impatiently with a loud smack. That was the other fun thing about riding crops- they sounded so nice and sharp. 

Michael laughed and shook his head.  Obviously, he was no longer worried. He took of his shirt in one smooth move. 

Lisa immediately noticed his nipples tightening.  God… 

Stepping up slowly, she approached.  His eyes were glued to her. Dark and almost glowing- wrapping her into a velvet shroud keeping her world hot and steamy.  Being drawn by him like a magnet.  Her center. Her grounding… She was close enough to see his heartbeat in the vein of his neck.  Carrying the crop now in one hand, Lisa used her other hand to caress his cheek with her index finger. He kissed her palm as he had done earlier in the bar.  The feel of his stubble against her skin was heaven.  Sandpaper being drawn over raw nerves.  In a good way… She could almost imagine what it would feel like when he kissed her down lower. 

Focus, Lisa…

“Stand still…” she whispered hoarsely, letting her fingers now trace down his neck, following his collar bone to his shoulder. This was heady.  Crazy making.  He was like her own divine statue.  Except for the fluttering of his pulse in his neck. His chest rising and falling.  His porcelain skin flushing. Her grasp tightened, enjoying the play of his biceps as she caressed down his arm, then ran a finger up his side, watching him shiver.  Not able to resist any longer, she stepped up and kissed his neck, her hand now running up his back. His breath quickened more, and yet he did not move.  While she nipped and sucked on his neck, placing an open mouthed kiss on that sexy dip where she could feel his pulse, she raised the crop, running it’s tip lightly over the skin of his back. He jerked, but allowed the caress. Lisa noticed goobsebumps under her tongue now.  She also noticed a hard ridge pressing into her… He was turned on like no tomorrow.  Her mouth watered, imagining his pulsing cock. Okay, she really had to move this along.  Getting in closer, she grinder his hips against him, pressing and teasing. He groaned.  His hand touched her thigh again and ascended… She burned for his touch. But no…not yet.  

“Don’t touch till I say so…”

“Lisa…you know you want me to touch you… Your skin is burning. I can smell how turned on you are…I wanna touch that dripping little..” he leaned in toward her ear “cunt…” 

Dammit! Him talking dirty was her personal aphrodisiac. And he knew that damn well. 

“Baby…” Lisa leaned against him more, allowing his fingers on her skin a second longer. “You’re gonna touch me.  And I’m gonna touch you… But for now, I’m calling the shots.”

“Says who?” Long, skilled digits traced the little triangle, coming close to her pouting flesh.

“Says me…and my little crop here…” Stepping back, she ran the tip of the crop along the edge of his pants.

“You just watch it, girl…” His eyes scorching, he relented again, allowing her the switch up the rules. 

Oh, she intended to watch, alright.

“Take your pants off, Michael.” 

He cocked his head.  There was amusement in those dark depths.  

Lisa ran the crop lightly along the ridge standing so clearly out from his pants.  His gaze dropped. His dick jerked.  She knew the caress of the crop felt oh so good…had experienced it before, after all. 

Ever so slowly, his hands starting on his waist, then pushing lower, his hips grinding slightly, he teasingly lowered the pjs, causing her breath to catch.  Taking his time, he pushed the material, and thus his penis down, until it finally was revealed.  Dropping his pants, he kicked them out of the way.  Standing before her. Too gorgeous.  He stole her breath.  No words would fittingly describe how beautiful he was to her. Last night their love making had been frantic and quick. They had spent most of the time in bed, where she had gotten an up close and personal view of all sorts of body parts…but now… This was all of him. Naked.  As gorgeous as ever.  Toned.  A little thinner than she’d have liked, but not too thin. Arms, abs, legs…toned.  Her fingers itched to touch him.  

“Turn around.”

“Excuse me?”  That amused look again.

“I want to see your ass, Michael. Turn.”  

“Your wish is my command, my lady…”  Slowly he turned and she stepped up , placing her free hand on his broad shoulders. Damn. It should be illegal to have those shoulders, that back..that tiny waist…that firm ass… And her hand explored it all.

“Happy?”

“Hm, hm, hm….” Happy indead. She kissed his shoulders, his back. Licking, getting high of the taste of his skin.  Nipping.  

Okay, she had to move this along. She was about to go up in flames. 

“Turn around again. ”

He complied.  Those eyes again…

“Stroke it…”  Her eyes dipped to his pulsing weapon.

“What?” His innocent face was betrayed by the darkness of his voice. Little shit! Just could not help himself.

“Your cock.” The body part in question seemed to grow even more. 

Michael smirked, reaching for himself.  Lisa’s eyes turned dark.  It always turned her on like mad to see him playing with himself. To watch his large hand on his thick length. Stroking. Squeezing. 

Lisa dropped the crop and stepped up to kiss him wildly.  Finally. She moaned into his mouth, inhaling him, their tongues picking up a frenzied pace.  Not being able to help herself, Lisa reached down.  Her hand first joining him, then touching herself.  She was so damn swollen.  Her juices started to drip out now and she spread them. Michael made a move and his hand covered hers. “Oh yeah, there you go, baby…damn, your’e dripping… let me help you. So hot…so ready…”  

For once not objecting, she took his hand and placed hers on top of his..guiding the caress, whimpering when he traced her pouting folds, then rubbed her juices all over. His finger glided back and forth and she about hit the roof when he touched her clit. They both were moaning. 

Still kissing him, Lisa glanced down at his hand on himself. She wanted, no needed to taste him.  

Dropping to her knees, her hands and lips worshipping him on her way down, her hands ran up his legs, his hips. Closing in on him. Both her hands grasped him.  Their eyes locked again.  His hand was still setting the rhythm.  Her thumb slightly brushed his broad head.  The thick, escaping precut turned it into a slippery caress.  She saw him shiver.  

“Feed me your dick, Michael…” Lisa’s tongue caught another drop of heaven.  Through a veil of lust, she looked up. Her mouth opening. Her tongue caressed the underside of his erection, enjoying each ridge and bulging vein.  

His eyes were black with the fire of the same passion she felt tossing her about as if she was a helpless vessel on a sea churned by poseidon’s wrath. She had tried to deny her love..her need for him. And now she was paying for it. She was trying to be in control…while being totally at his mercy.  Thus was their dance.  Their balance.  

“Fuck my mouth,” she finally whispered with a dark whisper. And he did. Again, the perfect dance. Both in control..both giving and taking.  Michael moved against her as she tried to take as much of him in as was possible. Feeling his pulsing flesh, she sucked and tightened her throat, watching him throw his head back and groan.  His hands came to cradle her face. Finally, Lisa took over and held him at his base, stroking while tasting, sucking, licking.  Several times, she allowed him to leave her hot mouth, missing his taste right away, but delighting in his moans as she teased him with her tongue and teeth, dipping into the little hole, then nipping at his skin lightly, pulling with just enough pressure to again make him moan loudly. His whimpers and sounds became more urgent. Lisa used her own hand for some stroking of her own…bringing herself to the edge.  Her eyes were locked to him. He watched her ride her own hand.

“Baby…you’re gon’ make me lose it….shiiiit….you’re too good…”  

Her lips closed around him one more time. Oh, she was going to make him lose it. But not yet.  

Lisa let him leave her mouth with a little sound. Licked him one more time, then kissed up his belly, nipped at his nipples, then feasted on his neck.  Michael grabbed her, kissing her urgently.  

“I wanna fuck you so bad…now… You and your hot little boots…showing off that ass…your little getup lifting those titties..” He reached down and into her corset- and Lisa let him play with her nipples for a second. Rubbing them between his fingers, making them elongate. Causing her to moan. When he lowered his head to take one into his mouth, she stopped him, taking his hand. 

“Let’s go.”

LIsa picked up the crop and lead the way. To the bedroom. Picking up her bag on the way. She’d need that. 

“Go? I wanna give it to you. Right here…on that couch…”

“Well, I want you,” she turned her head. “My way…”

His eyes got big. “Your way, hm?”

“Yup.”

Lisa grabbed two bottles of water from the bar and handed him one. “You might wanna have some.”

“Oh, I need to be hydrated?”

“Yup.”

They had arrived in the bedroom. Lisa smiled. She had been right. There were candles. And champagne. And…oh…chocolate covered strawberries.  For a second she forgot her role. 

“Oh, Mike…”

He came up next to her. “So, my lady approves?”  He kissed her neck.  

“She does, indeed…” Lisa turned her head and kissed him deeply.  

“How did you have time?”

Another kiss…

“Well, this crazy chick I love..she kinda took forever to get her sweet ass up here…so…”

Lisa gazed up at him for a moment. Her hand touched his cheek. “I do love you. You got no idea.”

He also became serious. “I love you more, Lisa Marie. I always have. All along. With every breath I took. Even when I didn’t show it.”

“Well….” she kissed him again. “You can show it now…”

Michael grabbed her.

Lisa side stepped him. “No! Not like that… I want you to lay down on the bed.”  

“Are you back to ordering me round?”

“Yeah- lay your ass down. On your back.”  

After kissing her again, Michael complied. Lisa stood at the foot of the bed, watching him recline.  His proud cock high and hard against his belly.

Lisa reached into the bag, placing it on the foot end of the bag.  She retrieved a little bottle and placed one knee on the bed.

She noticed him tense and chuckled. “Dude- relax…it’s just oil.”

“The warming kind?”  Oh, he knew her too well.

Opening the top and placing some into her palms, rubbing them together, feeling the warming sensation, she nodded.  

“Relax baby…I’m just gonna make you feel good.”  Crouching down between his legs, she started to apply the oil to his calves, rubbing, massaging, traveling up his thighs.  Michael sighed and sank into the pillows, his eyes closing. Having arrived at the top of his thighs and having worked them well, Lisa squeezed more oil out and treated his other leg.  She loved the feel of his tensing and relaxing calves and quads.  Finally, she allowed her hands to glide under him, massaging and kneading his ass. As slippery as her hands were he still helped by shifting his weight.  Fascinated, Lisa watched his cock jerk and move.

Having worked his glutes over, she leaned in to kiss him, taking care to not touch his shaft- no matter how much she wanted to. Time to amp things up.

Lisa reached down and applied more oil, spreading it over his abs and then his pecs, taking care to play with his nipples, rubbing and teasing them, before rubbing up his shoulders and then one arm.  She loved to let her fingers glide up to his elegant wrist, then his hands, intertwining her fingers with his for a moment, leaning in, kissing him deeply. Michael sighed and relaxed more into the pillows, allowing her to deepen the kiss, enjoying his kiss, once again stirred up and half crazed herself.  

Still kissing him, Lisa reached down to get her next little surprised. He felt the movement and looked up at her. 

“Do you trust me?” Lisa whispered against his lips, brushing hers against him. 

“Hm…I think so.”  

“Good.” Lisa sat back, then leaned forward and kissed a trail up his arm, tasting the edible oil.  Cinnamon, spices… hm… Just when he relaxed once more, Lisa brought the satin scarf up, starting to tie it around his wrist. 

Michael stilled. His eyes flew open.

“For real?”

“For real. I wanna have my way with you…”  Lisa wound the silken material around his slender wrist, making sure to not have it too tightly. The initial plan was to get handcuffs. But… She had a feeling he might not like those due to his …previous experiences.  And she didn’t want him flipping out on her.  But, on rare occasions in the past she had him tied like this before…not for a long time, not since their wild post divorce days, and before the final big break.  

“You better make me like it, woman… or your little teasing ass will pay. Till you can’t walk… And not just from the spankings I will give y’a.”

“Oh- you’re gonna like it alright. And if you’re real good, I let you fuck me till I don’t even wanna walk. How’s that?” 

“Hm…” The mix of uncertainty and arousal was too cute on his face.  His eyes watched her adjust the tie just right.

Laughing, Lisa fastened the tie to the headboard.  Michael did not resist. Getting the second satin tie, Lisa used it on his other arm, taking care that he was comfortable.  Having finished, she sat back on her haunches.  

Damn. Damn. Damn.  There he was. That gorgeous man.  All hers.  All tied up. His arms showing his muscles, his breathing fast.  Eyes flashing. Penis… well…huge…thick…hungry.

Lisa picked the oil up once more. “Now…let me make sure I didn’t miss any spots on you..”

Michael’s hips raised. “You missed some important spots alright…”

Chuckling ,Lisa bent forward.  She licked his length, loving the hiss of his sucked in breath. 

“Don’t worry…that spot is difficult to miss…” One more lick… Fuck, it was difficult to not take him into her mouth again…suck him off…enjoy his jerking against her.. 

Later, Lisa.  

Lisa gave Michael another massage, rubbing every single spot- but his cock that twitched and protested. Michael moaned and sighed…whispering all the things he was going to do to her.

Lisa kissed him, her hands gliding up his arms. 

“I wanna touch you, Lise…taste you…” Michael moaned against her lips. “I wanna fuck you with my tongue and eat you out as you drip into my mouth.” 

“Oh yeah…?”

“Yeah…And then I’m gonna stretch that dripping hole with my dick…making you cry my name…”  Michael was simply not playing fair! His voice painted the story of what was to come so vividly, she almost came right then and there.  Lisa straddled him, rubbing against his slippery skin. The oil seeped through her thong and warmed her already hot pussy even more.  Her clit felt distended.

“I feel how hot you are…how wet… C’mon baby..let me touch you…” Michael moaned as she kissed his mouth, his chin, his neck, then his mouth again. Sliding up higher, she leaned in and he caught the top of the zipper with his teeth, pulling it down just enough for her tits to spill out. Thanks to her last pregnancy, her boobs were finally to where she could pretend she was not a little boy when she was down to her regular weight. 

“Look at how round and perfect your titties are, baby..That corset does them justice…” Michael greedily sucked one tip into his mouth, pulling hard, causing Lisa to cry out in pleasure as a lightening bolt of pure pleasure slammed into  her core and pussy.  Fuck… Rolling the sensitive tip with his tongue, then biting, Michael did his best to make her lose it.  She pulled back lightly and his eyes opened and at first he sucked harder, then let go.  She kissed him, her hips still grinding against him, then allowed him to suck on her other boob.  Breathing was difficult to say the least as she attempted to control her arousal.  Michael sucked hard and switched it up with little bites again, getting rougher in his play.  Her own movements became urgent. Driven.  Needing the stimulation. The friction… His hands were tied, but his body was still caressing her. The warm oil, the material of her thong, his chest….it was all too much and Lisa felt the familiar tightening in her belly.  Her whimpering became louder, her movement against him sharper.  He felt it and his eyes opened, looking at her almost triumphantly.  That cocky look, his fired up eyes, and his mouth now going back to the first tit he tortured…All while his sinewy arms were stretched out above him. His hands now fisted around the ties as he lifted against her. 

God…I can’t take this…it’s too much… Just let it go.  Let out that breath, exhale deeply and…

Lisa went into overload and was swept away in a totally unplanned climax.  Her eyes opened as she started to cum.

“No…No…fuck….” she whimpered, pressing her aching pussy against him harder. Her muscles clenched and she reached down, entering her tightening hole with two fingers, pumping.  It wasn’t what she needed, not nearly enough. 

Michael watched in fascination, his eyes bright. “Yes, there you go…let go…oh yeah….look at me Lisa…Look at me…”  he coaxed. Feeling as if she was in a hypnotic daze, she blinked, her eyes trying to focus.  What she saw made her moan his name again, drowning in his eyes as she continued to climax.

Michael bit and suckled her, letting her ride the wave.  When she started to calm down, he let go of her boobs, and she captured his mouth, the kiss prolonging her orgasm some more.

“Oh…baby girl wasn’t all in charge of that one, hm…” he smirked against her lips.

“You’ll pay for that…” she panted, not able to suppress a sated, lazy smile.

“Me? I didn’t do anything! I’m tied up and all… C’mon- Lisa… feed me your fingers…let me have a taste…”

Her pussy clenched again, and she did what he asked for, holding the digits she used to finger herself up to his lips.  His tongue snaked around and he made a “hm, hm, hmmmmm” sound, then sucked each finger into his mouth, stroking it.  

As he did so, Lisa reached behind, finding his throbbing rod.  She knew there was just enough oil left on her hands to stimulate him, without driving him too crazy. Michael bucked up and against her grip, which also pushed him against her still sensitive pussy.  

Lisa whimpered, gripping him harder.

“Lisa…your pussy is dripping all over me… Don’t you think it’s time you put that little cunt on my dick..let me spread it…Like you know it wants to be spread?”

Oh, she wanted him inside alright… Desperately… But seeing him like this…and herself astride him…that was also pretty damn hot.  He must have had a similar thought, his eyes once gliding over her from her necklace to her boots. 

“Want another taste?”  Lisa asked him seductively, her eyes lowered as she watched him, her hand still stroking the warming velvet over steel. 

“Oh baby…girl…shit…yeah…oh shit…” He moved against her hand rhythmically now., and she wasn't sure if he was reacting to her hand or her questions. Probably a bit of both. 

Lisa let go of him for a second, then scooted down on him, her crotch overing above him for a second. So tempting…but she had such fun playing.  Placing herself lower, Lisa bent forward, kissing a path down his toned abs, her tongue circling his bellybutton, causing him to moan again.  Knowing the oil would cool his skin if she blew lightly, she pursed her lips  and went for it: concentrating on the line from his navel to his crotch. 

“Fucking…hell…” The agony of pure lust distorting his heavenly features, Michael threw his head back and bit his lips…His penis jerked. Oh yeah. They had played with this oil before and she had in the past been the recipient of the very treatment she was bestowing upon him. Therefore, she was well aware of the impact of the cooling sensation on heated skin. Almost painful. Sweet, torturous electricity. 

Scooting a bit lower, her hands massaged his tight balls, delighting in how firm and tight they felt, then she closed both hands over his cock again, one onto of the other… Michael’s eyes opened.

“Baby…I don’t know how much of this I can take…shit…” He bucked up against her hands, the oil and his erection facilitating his gliding movement. With a wicked glint in her eyes, Lisa bent forward more, watching the straining tip of his penis, delighting in seeing the little pearl form at the tip. 

“Well…we could stop this…you could declare me the winner and put this beautiful, huge, thick cock of yours in my pussy…”

Her tongue lapped over his tip on his next upward thrust. 

“Or…”  He managed so squeak out…

“Or…” Taking in his flushed face, Lisa she moved her hands from his length onto his hips.

“Or I keep going and see how I can convince you that nothing you can come up with will top what I can do to you…”

Michael stared at her.  His eyes narrowed and he bit his tongue.  Then grinned. 

“Go on with your bad little self then…Show me what you got…”

Somehow she had known that would be the answer.  Control freak! 

“Oh- and Lisa- how ‘bout that taste you just offered…feed me your pussy baby, and I might just blow your mind enough you’ll forget all about thinking you can outplay me.”

“Oh, let’s see who can blow whose mind…”  Lisa returned his little grin, before bending and blowing a teasing line from the base of his crotch all the way to the tip of his cock, making him moan and shiver once more.

“Fuck, Lisa…come on…Open those lips…let me fuck your hot mouth…damn…”  

“Hmmm.. I could do that… Or…” She licked him once from the base of his dick to the very top, then scooted up higher once more.” “Or, I’ll give you that taste…”  

Slowly, she kissed, nipped and blew a path up his body once more, before feasting on his mouth, being driven almost insane by the fire of his hard kisses.  Once more, her body went into overdrive… Before she totally lost her mind, her hands massaged up his arms, holding his hands finally, before she came up on her knees over him.  

“Take it off, girl. It’s pretty…but we won’t need it anymore…” Michael, still very unsurprisingly bossy, instructed her.  

Lisa felt his breath on her sensitive crotch.  Looking down, she smiled into his eyes, while her fingers traced her once again dripping folds. That one orgasm had taken the edge off, but it also kindled the fire.  She needed more… Their eyes locked, his tongue joined her fingers…teasing, licking…spreading, exploring.

He played lightly at first, taking turns to trace her finger, then her folds, before applying more pressure and delving forward, coming just about to the pulsing bundle of nerves, then tracing back, lightly circling her opening.  The hard tip of his tongue, his hot breath…watching his eyes as he so intimately caressed her… Lisa’s breath hitched once again.

“Lisa- Rip it off…Now…” His voice commanded darkly, his teeth pulling the soaked scrap to the side.

Well, she could just take it off…but where would the fun be in that?  So, she complied. That was new- normally, he was the one ripping her lingerie to bits.  

“Oh, girl…that little g-string was pretty… But nothing..” Michael lapped at her, making her sigh and bite her lip, “compares to the sight of your naked, dripping snatch…Or to its taste…hmmm”

“Mike…shit..” Lisa whimpered as he started to lick her again, this time using the pad of his tongue, rasping against her one second while stabbing at her ripe, hard nubbin. 

Lisa held on to the backboard now, needing the solid touch to stay somewhat grounded. Michael now surrounded her clit, before sucking it into his mouth, then letting up, moving to her opening, teasing, circling, before entering.  

Lisa’s vision became clouded.  She felt dizzy. Hot… Ready to lift off into the stratosphere again. God, he was so good at this! And the position allowed her to move on his, positioning his tongue in different ways. The eye of the storm closed in.

Lisa rose up on her knees, removing herself from him before it was too late.

“Girl…” he moaned.  

“Wait..” She panted…

“Wait?”

“Yeah…You got me all hot…I think I need to cool down a minute…”  

Her legs wobbly as shit, Lisa scampered off him.  Damn- she needed to have her head examined. Here was the man of her dreams. Tied up…eating her pussy in that expert way only he could do. But she was lost.  A vampire thirsting for more.

That, plus she was going to win that damn dare if it killed her. Death from not having Michael’s huge cock inside her. They were so damn sick. A couple of more touches before she’d go for the cure. 

Reaching into her bag, she pulled out the next little goodie…

Michael’s eyes widened. He licked his lips. 

Lisa held up the glass dildo.  

“Cool down with this…what you think, baby? Wanna watch?”

His eyes were big as he eyed the toy in her hand. Oh, he wanted to watch alright.  One of his favorite things was to have Lisa put on a little show. And he loved nice props.  This little thing was perfect. It was quite a pretty piece. Not anywhere as big as Michael’s staff… No way did she want to spoil that sensation. It was gorgeous though. Blue and green swirling inside, a bulb at the tip, a pretty swirling line snaking around the otherwise smooth toy.

“You might wanna get it cool first…” Michael helpfully suggested- pointing his chin toward the bucked that held the champagne.  

Oh, yeah.  Great idea. They had played with glass before, and he knew what she liked.  And she knew  his preferences as well…He liked visual stimulation as much as he loved her actual touch. She had in the past managed to make him cum just by watching her… Maybe she should go for that tonight.  Then again…she so loved to have him lose it in her mouth or her body. Decision, decisions…  Here was where they differed: he loved to plan everything out to the last little detail, while she preferred to improvise around a few main ideas. Like him being tied up. And her using a toy to tease him…and herself.

Lisa enjoyed the little break. While the dildo cooled on ice, she poured a glass and had a couple of sips, then walked up to him, kissing him, letting him drink, before kissing him once more, enjoying the taste of the bubbly liquid on her tongue.  

“Hm…that tastes so good…” 

“Not as good as you just did…” 

Lisa poured some more into her glass.  

“I bet this” she took a sip… “will be even better…”  Another sip and she bent forward, pouring some onto his belly and his naval, enjoying his sound of surprise, then pleasure as she licked and sucked on his skin.

“Damn…Lisa…I’m gonna lose it…shit….” 

Lisa smiled, took another sip. Then took him into her mouth, the cool bubblies caressing his hot, rigid, pulsing penis. 

Swallowing, she tightened her mouth.  Michael thrust up into her, making those sexy sounds driving her crazy.  Oh, he was close alright…

Lisa eased off, licking gently, then backing away.  Reaching into the ice bucket she retrieved the glass dildo. 

“Let’s see if I can get you off without touching you from now on…”

“You are one evil little woman, Lisa…damn…but you’re sexy as fuck…So let me see what you can do.”  

Gifting him with a dirty little grin, she held the smooth glass up to her lips. Licking the cool droplets off, her tongue tracing the making swirl and the mushroom bulge tip. Michael’s mouth dropped open a bit. Winking at him, Lisa emitted a sound as if she was devouring the most amazing popsicle, then sucked the smooth top into her moth, moving it in and out… Her eyes flittered to his cock. Oh yeah… She loved the reaction, being sure she’d get him going.

Placing it back into the bucket for a moment, Lisa allowed it to cool once more, before taking it out, tracing it first over her sensitized nipples, then from below her belly button to her crotch.  She moved up to where Michael had a better view, placing one foot on the bed. Being totally open to his gaze burning her now.  

“Shit, girl…there you go…look at that pretty thing…swollen, glistening…I see your hard nub sticking out… You want it, don’t cha… com’ on..cool it down…”

Edged on by his voice and the fire in his eyes, Lisa traced her folds, parting them, then circled her opening, much like his tongue had done.  The cold material made her shiver and Michael watched with fascination. his own eyes showing the fever consuming them both. She looked up and noticed he once again was gripping the ties…his hips started to move slightly.  

“You’re so close, aren’t you baby.  I know your cock wants to unload.  I know you imagine what it would feel like…if that was you…getting ready to..”

She moved the glass around her snatch…pressing against her clit, rubbing her folds.  Her hips moved her own dance to the music of their lust.  Matching his movements. 

“Fuck you…getting ready to screw you so hard you cry out..stretching your tight hole…” Michael, his voice breathless and deep picked up the sentence for her.

Lisa applied pressure and entered her canal, her muscles clenching around the smooth, pretty intruder.  She moaned loudly.  Damn…the cool, hard material clashed with her soft, inner lava stream. Her free hand started to play with her nipples- first one then the other, stroking and tweaking the hard peaks. 

“Oh…it feels so good…Michael…” She moaned again,  throwing her head back, moving the toy in and out. Making sure he could follow her movements.  Could see every reaction of her body. 

“Lise… There you go….move it. I can see your juices coating it…damn…your pink pussy looks damn pretty, girl…I can see you holding on to it…”  

Mesmerized, Lisa watched his cock grow some more and jerk.  “OH yeah…oh shit…damn…” Whimpering, Lisa knew she was dancing dangerously close to the cliff. 

“There you go…rub it, Princess. Rub your pearl…I see it…it wants some attention bad…”

Swallowing hard, Lisa could already taste the sweet delirium…. Touching herself with her free hand, she continued to ride the hard staff while circling her clit… 

“Shit….” she sighed..

“There you go….move it faster…rub it…let go….shit Lisa….fuck…oh girl…”

His voice pushed her into another climax…And as the waves started to carry her away, she noticed he also had thrown his head back, teeth gritted, moans and sobs mingling with her name… Her eyes flew to his cock. Dammit! She did it… Convulsing and gyrating, her muscles having gripped the toy hard, she watching him starting to ejaculate, his eyes screwed shut, his face showing the agony of the intense eruption forced from him.  The plan might have been to start him off without touching him, but she’d be damned if she wouldn't take care of him.  

Kneeling on the bed, still working herself, she took him into her mouth, causing him to almost come off the bed. 

“Oh girl…fuck….shit……” Michael moaned and bucked up against her, thrusting into her hot mouth as she greedily swallowed his seed, while still riding her own high, moaning and whimpering.  

Lisa felt as if they both were thrown into a violent storm circling some core of madness. When she finally opened her eyes, his dark orbs were the center keeping her somewhat grounded.  Finally, they both floated down to earth. Falling through the crazy clouds. Their little sounds the parachutes allowing for save reentry.

“Get up here…you little evil woman..” His voice was a whisper. HIs smile soft and loving.

Lisa removed the toy and shuddered, then moved up his body, again worshipping his trembling, hot skin. He tasted of oil and sweat and love.  A heady mixture.  

“I told you…”

“You’re gon be the death of me, Lise… Kiss me… “

His beautiful eyes becoming fuzzy, she could still not bear to close her eyes.  Too often had she dreamt of this… Had closed her eyes for a moment, the lost him.  The trauma of all the years without him, of almost losing him, had not been erased by the previous months. Too deep-seated. The pain too raw still..

The kiss started gentle, loving, caressing.  

“Are you gonna untie me now? Now that you done made me make a mess” He moaned against her.

“Are we done?”  Lisa wiggled against him, suspecting they were not.  

“Hell no, we ain’t done…but…”

Lisa reached down. He shuddered. And hardened. Damn! Sure as shit, they were not done. Did that man not just cum?  

“Years without you, woman…” he smirked, obviously quite proud of himself. 

He captured her mouth again as she inhaled him, while his kiss sent sparks back into the cascading flood of pure lighter fuel. 

Suddenly she looked up at his arms. Her eyes worried.  “Are you okay? I mean…are you in pain?”

“Yeah, I’m in pain- from not being able to feel your hot cunt around my dick, woman. You should get some kind of sex torture award. Shit!”  

“If I untie you…will you still do what I want?” Lisa asked with a cheeky grin. 

His hips moved against her in that sexy way always getting her going. Her core was on fire once again. Kissing him, she searched for some relief from this new ache. She found it in the form of that hard ridge pressing against her sensitive flesh. 

“As long as you keep spreading your honey on me like that, girl, I’ll be doing whatever you want…Damn your little snatch feels swollen and hot…Please let me touch it…let me touch you…let me love you…Make you mine…”

Kissing his lips, his neck, using his pulsing flesh to both soothe and stimulate her pulsing bundle of nerves, she reached up, caressing his arms, his wrists, while untying first one, then the other hand. Michael’s little sobs became more urgent…her own moans deepened as once again she prepared for lift-off. 

One hand freed, he grabbed and teased her tit, squeezing it’s fullness, then feathering her nipple. 

Lisa reached between them. He was fully erect again. Wet from her own juices.

“There you go…put it in…Oh yeah, just like that…take me…ride me…oh, baby…”

She untied his other hand, just as she held his broad tip onto her aching slit.  Applying pressure.  Taking him in, inch by inch.  Lisa noticed they both watch his breach. 

“Oh fuck…girl…you’re so swollen…so tight…so hot..”

Lisa could barely breathe.  Her previous two climaxes, as well as the night of being loved by him had made her swollen and tight… The pleasure bordered on pain.  Her eyes squeezed shut.  

“Mike…Michael…oh fuck…you’re so big…”

“Look at me, Lisa…look at me…Stay with me, girl…” 

Just as she did, he grabbed her hips, pulling her into him hard, entering her to the hilt, making her scream. 

“Fuck, fuck…oh shit…you feel so…” she swallowed hard. “So damn right…” 

Lisa panted as her body adjusted to his size.  All that teasing had taken a toll on him…had primed him right. 

“Lise, girl… princess…I love you so damn much…always…always you….”  

Lisa leaned forward and they kissed.  She needed to move…Rising, she started to ride him, his hands on her hips.

“Michael…I love you… ”

“You do, don’t you… You really do…”  His eyes showed some sort of deep amazement. There was a sheen of tears almost.  Was that it?  Did he have to see her songs, because… 

Was it possibly he was really that unsure where he stood?  Well…she hadn’t exactly been clear… Had told him it was sex and nothing more for them.  

Even though the sex was damn good… 

Lisa closed her eyes… Don’t think…The rhythm increased.  Her hips rounded against him, forcing her aching center against him hard , making her moan. Michael’s movements as always matched hers perfectly.  

“Michael…Baby…”

“Tell me again…tell me you love me…”

That was it! He had to see her songs to find out. Well…shit… She knew all about needing assurances.  

“I love you…Always… You gotta know that.”

“Lisa…oh, baby…you feel so….”

Did he still not see?

“Michael…”

“Hmmmm” his voice drifted off, his eyes closing for a moment. 

“I gotta know…” She lifted ever so slowly.  Her rhythm slowed.  He sensed the shift in her.  HIs eyes opened. Focused on her.  Watching her intently, suddenly. 

“Know what….”  

Her body descended and she stilled the movement. In the process almost killing her. There was no logical explanation as to why now, in the middle of making love, it seemed like a good time to ask, but hell… maybe the protection of their love making would make it all okay.  Maybe she could prove to him that she loved him, despite him being an insecure sneak. Or for it. Prove that nothing mattered, that they could overcome anything.  Have this one thing out in the open. One less thing hanging between them.

“Did you get a look at my songs?”

His eyes grew large.  Oh yeah. Surprise attack! 

“Your songs…”

“Yeah. The ones I told you I didn’t want anyone to see. Did you get your hands on them?”

He blinked.  

Her muscles clenched.  Her body probably asking what the fuck her problem was.  Fearing he’d leave her soft sheath. But no- there he was. Connected to her.  Firm and strong. 

His eyes showed uncertainty.  Then the expression changed.  

He swallowed hard.

“Michael?”

(to be continued) 

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