The Difference- Chapter 16

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WARNING: CONTAINS SEXUALLY EXPLICIT CONTENT

(ok, you have been warned)



How come that just when you think you know someone inside and out they do something so incredibly unexpected it tosses all your assumptions down a raging waterfall? 

Michael would have taken any bet that Lisa was on her way out.  He had granted her the perfect escape hatch.  Had laid out the reflecting light strips and the signs pointing toward the exit.  All she had to do was follow the glowing arrows.  Did he really have to get up and do the little flight attendant hand gestures for her?  What made her stay despite the sounding alarms announcing impending doom?  It certainly had appeared she was smart enough to evacuate.  He had pissed her off enough to make her chuck her phone.  Maybe he should have just shut up and leave well enough alone.  But no, like a dummy, he had to throw out a challenge.  Dammit!

He knew he had to get her out of here.  This whole evening was getting way too dangerous.  His resolve was softening.  She was too close.  Her scent, her warmth, everything about her...she was simply too accessible.  The urges to inhale her, consume her, devour her were too fierce.  The best remedy for that was to make her leave while convincing her it was her idea.  But no, her usual pig-headed attitude made her dig in like the little soldier she was.  Yes, he was upset about her increasing tally of lies.  However, what was so much more unnerving was that she started to get to him.  She had kissed him and his brain transformed into a kiln, turning his tepid thoughts about possibly trusting her again into solid vessels.  He could not afford to have his soul smashed into shards once again.  No glue in the world was strong enough to help him recover one more time.

Having indulged in a fair amount of vodka didn’t help.  By now, he was half drunk.  But the liquor was the least of his worries.  He thought he had his fill of what he had craved the other night at the party.  Surely the little booster shot would carry him through another ten years. Kind of like tetanus immunizations: they hurt like hell and left you sore for a day or so, but then you're good to go without having to worry about it.  If only his heart was this simple!

How crazy to think himself immune!  All it had taken was the magic of her lips, and his body had become engulfed in flames.  Her tongue engaged his and dueled in the eternal fight to attain galactic bliss and he drowned in the sensations.  His nerves once again were deprived of their insulating sheath.  The pleasure bordered on pain.  And pain was exactly what he felt as his penis strained to break out of his jeans. 

No, Lisa, had to go.  He was not ready for the blazing inferno.  And there was no one around to put out not the fire this time. Including himself.

For a minute, it had seemed like the plan was coming together. Her throwing the phone was an excellent sign.  Well worth a knot on his head.  Of course, he had dodged just in time.  He was not able to dodge her next attack. When she pulled her shirt off, he felt like fainting.  He had seen her in less clothing, but never had she looked more tantalizing.  Standing there in her black and silver bra, in her jeans, in her flashing eyes, and her tousled mane- he longed to be inside her with the same intensity he needed her to be in another country. 

Why was she not running?  Why was she not cursing at his misogynistic request -no, order - that should sent her dashing out his door.  Instead, here she was.  Almost naked.  Daring him to ask for more. 

She was nuts.  Crazy and reckless- and he suddenly realized that he loved her more than life. 

Heaven help him.  Saying he had been down this road one too many times did not fully account for the worn out condition of the path.  And yet, right now, if this very road led to hell, he would happily skip along, demanding entrance one more time.

The fatal mistake: forgetting history.  Lisa and he had some interesting encounters in their past.  They both had discovered their sexual appetites took a more unconventional route.  Michael, always the control freak, knew he enjoyed to dominate.  While Lisa, who was not too averse to wearing the pants in all other situations, did not mind a certain degree of submissiveness in their play.  And play they did.  For years.  The things they shared implied deep trust and love- a longing to both please and be pleased.  Their physical connection surpassed all boundaries of what was contained in their bodies alone.  In laymen terms: they both liked it freaky at times; and Lisa looked like she was ready to get that freak on tonight. 

So, why? Why, with all the information and all the lessons of the past had he thought he was going to drive her away with this one insane request?  She had frozen and time had also stilled.  His heart and breathing reacted in the exact opposite direction, and he thought he was going to pass out.  The pain in his pants did not help matters.  Earlier, when Lisa had started kissing him, his arousal started to build.  And the anticipation, the anger, the adrenaline rushing through him- all those factors did the rest.  His heart and his instincts yelled at him to take advantage of the person who was the only known remedy for what ailed him. His brain tried to intervene and advice a cold shower. It was only prudent to listen to his brain, while it was still possible to do so. Prudent, yes.  Possible…?

Then she moved and he thought he was either going to pass out or burst through his pants.  There was something about her ripping her shirt off while tossing her hair and staring at him through mysterious aqua eyes that stirred and challenged him.  Again, he could not keep his mouth shut.

The next comment sent her hands to her jeans, and he noticed the slight tremble in her small fingers.  He saw her chest rising and falling; saw a small ripple across her sexy, flat abs.  She was more than gorgeous.  She was his poison and his holy water.  Ever so slowly, she lowered her jeans, revealing a black and silver thong matching her bra, as well as her tan, strong legs.  Lisa pushed her pants down and stepped out of them.  Once again, she tossed her hair back. 

As much as he wanted to stay tethered to her eyes, he could not resist checking out the rest of her body so freely presented to him.  His gaze took in every inch of her toned frame.  He had not been able to see her naked the other night. As a matter of fact, he had not seen her like this in a while.  Not for real, anyway.  She certainly had been ever present in his dreams.  Only, Lisa was even more gorgeous than her image inhabiting his lustful phantasies. 

Michael always had adored and worshipped her lithe, sexy body.  She was a tiny bundle of dynamite:  a dirty little pervert with the body of a young innocent girl. Now, she looked more mature, more rounded…very much his very own Venus.  A personal goddess with a naughty twist. 

His mouth went dry.  His hands longed to touch her, to once again feel her muscles under his touch.  He yearned for her sweet skin to quench his eternal thirst, to lap up her essence, and to once and for all drown in Lisa and never resurface. 

It took all the effort of climbing a mountain to keep still and to resist that urge to free himself, scoop her up, and bury himself in the heat he expected to be a hot, tight, molten embrace by now.  He did not have to touch her to know.  All he had to do was look at her face again.  Her skin was flushed.  Her eyes could not lie: there was the glossy haze announcing her arousal.  Her pouting lips were parted slightly and glistening.  He expected her nether regions to be a perfect match. 

Oh yeah! His little Lisa was still crazy for him.  When everything else about her was in question- that fact he was sure of.

“Is that what you wanted to see?”  The timbre of her voice was both sexy and challenging.  It reached out and into his pants, stroking his penis, causing it to grow even more. The scary part was the resonance did not stop there.  It went straight up and into his chest affecting his well-protected heart.  Or the heart he had thought to be well guarded, anyway. 

Maybe he could keep her away from the truth by convincing her this was all about his need to possess her body.  Keep the game going, keep the mask in place.  Hide the deep, crazy truth, by giving her a small piece of the puzzle and convince her it was the whole enchilada.  It was like a magic trick, really: he could hide the truth by keeping her distracted. 

“All of it.”

His voice sounded foreign to his ears.  Hot molten iron disguised by layers of arctic shell.

“So, let me get this right?  First you don’t want me, then you want me to undress?”

Good, it’s working if she thinks I don’t want her. 

“I never said I didn’t want you.  You asked what you could do and told me you’d do anything.  I think I would be an idiot if I wasn’t gonna check it out.”

“And you’re just gonna sit there. Checking me out.”

He smiled. “Maybe.”

Lisa smirked back at him, reaching behind herself, unclasping the bra.

She took it off and dropped it to the floor.  The erotic globes became visible to him.  Tan as always. Still sunning naked, obviously.  Not much else had changed.  Maybe she was a bit rounder and fuller.  It stung to know he had not been around to witness the changes in her body. How could he stand the thought that others had seen her like this? Had enjoyed her creamy flesh in their hands. 

No, Michael, not now.  Don’t go there.  She is yours.  She always was yours.  She can lie and she can hide from the truth.  But she can’t hide form the here and now.

Lisa had used her arms as shields and now dropped them, causing the rosy nipples to tighten once they became exposed to the air.  Suddenly, his tactile memory kicked in with force, reminding him of the feel of the rigid pebbles under his hands, between his teeth, on his tongue. 

He really had to get out of those damn pants before he caused permanent damage to himself! Reaching down, he pulled down his zipper and opened the button, freeing himself. 

Lisa’s eyes followed his hands, and her eyes widened.  She licked her lips and he could have sworn he felt the tip of her tongue on his skin.  His cock jumped and greedily demanded even more freedom. Lisa’s eyes flew up and the contained heat almost seared him.

“Such a freak.” That lop-sided smirk was in place, driving him nuts.

Oh, you want me alright, little girl.  You better stop playing with fire soon, ‘cause you’re about to get what you asked for and more.

“Takes one to know one. You have more to go, by the way.” 

She tilted her head and let his words linger for a second.

Just when she reached down he changed his mind.

“No, wait. Stop.”

Looking at him, there was doubt in her eyes and maybe fear.  What was she afraid of?  Was she worried he would stop the game and send her on her way?  Well, she really should not concern herself with that.  The point where he had been willing to let her go without getting his fill of her body had passed about a million heartbeats ago.  Still, fear was appropriate. She should be afraid.  And she should be worried.  But it was not about him making her go.  She should be petrified about him wanting her to stay.  God knows, terror, passion, and arousal battled inside his gut.

“Come here.”

“Yes, your Highness.” She sauntered over to him, her head held high, her hips dancing in a sexy sway, her breast moving gently. Lisa stopped right before him, her stomach and cute belly button at his eye level.  Her fragrance was intoxicating: she smelled of spring roses.  He also perceived the heady scent of her arousal. He had to touch her now.  The silk of her skin called out to him. He noticed she had goosebumps adorning her belly.  Knowing it was not cold in the room at all, he was well aware of the effect of his proximity on her body. 

Michael let his hands rest on her hips, pulling her closer, kissing her abdomen.  Playing, he placed small nips around her navel before letting his tongue circle the little hollow.  She tried to hold still, but was not able to contain the tremble racing over the tense muscles.  A small sound escaped her throat- like a little cat.  His fingers started to tease her sides, running up her waistline to the gentle slope of her breast.  He pulled his mouth away, looking up at her, letting his fingers cup her breasts, taking care to avoid her nipple which he witnessed tightening even more.

She sighed.

“Michael….oh.” 

Her hands reached out and she grabbed his head in an effort to bring him back to her skin.  Michael took her hands and brought them to her sides, holding them there.  At the same time, he rose, stepping behind her.  Lisa made a small protesting sound then leaned against him.  His little cat was very compliant all of a sudden.

The contact of her ass against his open fly felt like a brand on the sensitive area.  God, he had not even allowed her to touch him, and yet was so close to erupting against her.  No, this was his game, and he would damn well take his time with her now that there was no rush.

Michael let his fingers splay over her abs, applying gently pressure before once again teasing her sides, letting his hands venture toward her breasts.  When he finally arrived she arched her back into him, forcing the round orbs into his palms, causing her nipples to compress against him.  She moaned once more, and he started to massage her with the erotic pressure he remembered she loved.  The diamond tips tightened even more and Lisa whimpered, her head falling against his shoulder, her hips gyrating against the bulge beneath her.  God! This felt so right- so good.  He moaned out, and was surprised how loud a sound escaped. 

It was not enough.  Nothing in this moment sufficed. His senses, his body needed more.  Her head rolled around, and he almost came at the abandon reflected on her face.  Her eyes were half closed, her cheeks were highlighted by a natural red hue, and her lips were open and moist, offered to him.  Accepting the invitation, he captured her mouth, attacking her with such hunger it stunned him. She responded with a deep moan. Her tongue came at him, stroking his, surrounding it, dancing and caressing, giving and taking.  While one hand busied itself letting his fingers tweak and pinch her nipple until it grew even harder and larger, enjoying the increasing volume of her sighs in his mouth, the other hand travelled south again.  He was driven by the need to explore the deep heat at the center of her lust.  He needed to assure himself she was also held captive by the passion raging inside his chest and his whole being.  Her muscles contracted as his fingers again pressed against her, before he felt her hot skin end and the cool lace of her thong start.  Ever so deliberately, he traced the outline, feeling her movements that tried to urge him to go further.

“Michael…oh God…” The whisper was hoarse and emitted among small gasps and whimpers he absorbed and nursed on. 

“What, baby girl?  You like this?” His hand decided to grant her one breast a reprieve and to be fair and massage its twin.  His efforts were rewarded by a groan. 

“God, your hands....touch me. Don’t you ever stop.”

He kissed her again, his tongue demanding an answer. Leaving her mouth, he traced a path down her neck to her sexy little ear lobe.  The piece of velvety skin was a treat to his highly sensitized taste buds.

He blew on her ear, enjoying her shiver.  Whispering, he assured her, “Shush, I am touching you. Here...” He kissed her neck.

“And here… “ His fingers pinched her nipple a bit harder.

“Where else do you want me?”

He gently and carefully traced a path over the black and silver shroud to the radiating, hot, wetness crying out to him from inside her thong.  He lightly touched her there, feeling the pouting lips calling out for attention.

“Down there…You know what I need, stop messing with me…please....”

“Funny, I remember you being more verbal. Where would you like me to touch you, Lise?  So much sweetness to take in.  So much to touch.  I just can’t decide where I want to explore the most…”

“My pussy, Mike- touch me there.” Her eyes flew up at him and she detected the dirty and triumphant smile.  “You are such a bastard.”

No, he wasn’t.  He just knew that hearing her talk dirty turned him on even more.  If that was even possible at this point. 

It occurred to him that he was still fully clothed, and there was something so sensual about knowing he was dressed while holding this sexy, writhing, almost naked woman against him, being able to mold her to his every wish.

He laughed against her neck, letting his tongue glide over her.  He noticed small beads of sweat had started to appear and he greedily licked them up.  As his fingers slowly dipped into the material and toward the source of her heat, he playfully bit her neck and she cried out. 

That’s right, baby girl.  You just cry out- you will do a lot of that tonight. 

As if to justify his thoughts, he traced a path through the tight curls and finally found her wetness.  He carefully glided along the puffy skin of her outer lips, feeling her stiffen against him.  She seemed to hold her breath, paralyzed by lust and passion.  She was so wet, soaking his finger, crying for his touch and more tactile attention.  Not wanting to disappoint, he rubbed her gently, feeling her shiver now, her hips meeting his fingers.  At first, he avoided her clitoris on purpose, then could not help but caress the slippery, distended bud, being fueled by her small feral cries. 

His mouth could not resist her lips and he kissed her slowly, enjoying the feeling of her gasps as he let his finger trace her opening several more times, always coming so very close to entering her before he finally could not help it any longer, and his finger slipped into her love canal.

This time, her moan was like a whispered prayer and when he moved his finger inside her, enjoying the feeling of her walls holding him, soaking him, massaging him, he heard her call out his name in a series of sighs.  Michael was thrilled beyond belief to feel how he affected her.  Once again, she allowed him to play her body like an instrument granted to him from above.  There was something so deep and honest in her response to him that it almost erased all his doubts and accusations from earlier. 

Just when he thought she was going to come apart in his arms, Lisa used one hand to still his administrations.  He kissed her neck, slowing his movements, understanding that she aimed to prologue the sweet torture. 

“Wassup, girl? Not ready to fly into the sun?”

She lazily turned in his arms and looked up at him though hooded, misty eyes.  “I’m always ready for you, Daddy.  But I think you need to join me.  I thought this was about me making things up to you?  So, why don’t you tell me what you need?  I feel you up against me.  That can’t be comfortable…” She glanced down to the bulge in his pants, and despite the open fly, he had to agree.  No, it was not comfortable at all, but her pleasure had distracted him from his own predicament for a minute. 

No, Mike, don’t let her rope you with her fake concern.

Still, her renewed focus on him felt oh so right. But no, he could not afford to read anything into it.  It meant nothing, other than that she enjoyed when they were both naked.  As did he. 

Lisa let one hand graze his manhood and he about lost his mind.  Her other hand occupied itself by finishing the job of taking his shirt off.  She opened the buttons slowly but in a determined way, her eyes still locked to his, soaking up his heat.  She pulled it down his shoulders and this time he offered no resistance.  Lisa ran her hands under the remaining t-shirt, letting them dance up his back, causing him to tremble under her cool hands.   His own skin felt on fire and her touch was both refreshment and further incineration. 

Lisa’s fingers finished their exploration, and she grabbed his shirt and imitated her swift move from before, pulling it off.  She sure knew how to get rid of some shirts today… Well, at least she left everything in one piece…so far.  Ripped shirts and flying buttons had in the past not been unheard of.  Good thing they both had the means to replace clothing.  Otherwise, there would have been a time where they might both have run around dressed in loincloths.  Not that that in itself was not a lovely thought.  So very Adam and Eve…

Lisa distracted him by attaching her hot mouth to his sensitive nipples, no doubt repaying him for his earlier attention.  His hand fisted in her hair as his head fell back, reveling in the feeling of electric butterflies racing through him. 

Come on baby, I am still in pain in a very significant area.  Make it better...please.

Michael moaned and hoped that Lisa would get the telepathic message which he enforced by letting his hips dance against her. 

Lisa now placed soft kisses on his torso, trailing a little path to the other side of his chest, while her hands drew small snakelike lines down his abs and finally approached the danger zone.  At last! She took his pants and his shorts in one swift move and pulled both down.  This girl had skills! And he had missed her so much. Undressing was never as interesting as when Lisa was the inspiration or the one rendering him naked.

He held his breath as his penis finally got to enjoy freedom and proudly jutted upward, asking for further attention.  Lisa pushed down his pants and he did not waste any more time getting rid of the darn torture instruments.  If his penis had a second to be a tad bit cold, Lisa stepped in and immediately intervened by grasping his length and stroking him. 

How had he ever survived without her touch?  It was pure magic and caused him to see stars dancing before his eyes. Pulling her head back by her hair, he greedily kissed her once more, this time being the one moaning and feeding her his sounds.  Her movements became stronger and faster, as did his heartbeat and his breathing.  If he had thought earlier he would send her off into orbit, he now was worried that she might beat him to it.  Then again, maybe that was not such a bad idea.  She had made him suffer tonight- she should make it up to him by sending him into the stars. 

One of his hands was in her hair, the other cradled the side of her face.  He simply could not get his fill of kissing her, devouring her, exploring her.  Lisa now used her thumb to gently rub over the now exposed glans of his penis, spreading the escaping juices, providing lubrication.  As good as her hand felt, he needed more.  His hands travelled to her shoulders and still returning his kisses, she opened her eyes.  One more open mouth, hot kiss, one more stoke of her tongue, and they stared at each other, their heavy breathing matching. 

“I know what you want, Mike.  But this is about you telling me what you need.  What next, baby.  What can I do for you now?”

Lisa had a unique way of exerting power while granting him the illusion of control.  Not that he minded at the moment, but it somehow made him wonder of who was calling the shots.

“Lisa…”

Suddenly, he felt shy, not sure he should continue.  What if he had misread her?  What if she didn’t want him like before?  Was this all some sick game to make herself feel better?  And why did it matter?

“Michael.  I want you so badly.  But I need you to tell me where you want me."

The blue meeting him was clear and honest.  No hint of deception…only a mirror of his own desire.  She seemed to try to read him and then smiled. Sinking to her knees slowly…keeping the smile in her eyes and on those sexy lips.  Dammit! The woman had his number alright.  Well, his hands on her shoulders might have been a clue. 

He licked his lips and nodded his head.

“Thatta girl.”

Her eyes flittered to what was right in front of her.  God- and here he thought all the blood possible had been shunted to his penis.  Her gaze made him grow even more.  He was well aware he did not have anything to worry about.  Lisa had always been more than thrilled with his natural charms.  And yet, oddly enough, he felt a second of awkwardness.  He knew he had lost so much weight during the trial.  And while he had slowly gained some back, he felt shy about having her look up at him, having her so close to his body, feeling naked on a level exceeding his lack of clothing.

“Oh, God.  Baby.  You are so gorgeous…Still so very magnificent…”

He took a deep breath.  Lisa found his eyes and smiled at him once more.  How was it possible she was still so attune to his thoughts? 

“Scary ass big- but gorgeous.”

“What? You afraid you can’t handle it anymore?”

There.  Cockiness always was a perfect disguise.  And unless she had changed, he knew she could handle everything he had to give.

"We"ll see who can't handle what, big guy."

Her hand grasped him in a hot vice.  His eyes closed once more, only to open them again, not able to tear himself away from the image of the slender woman kneeling before him, getting ready to take him into her scorching mouth.  Michael reached out and pulled her hair back from her face, wanting to have a clear view of those moist, red lips, approaching him slowly.  She looked up at him and her tongue darted out, licking his cock in one swift move from the base to the tip. 

Oh fuck! She might as well have taken an iron out of the fire and ran it up his length.  He shivered.  Lisa opened her palm and let him rest on her open hand, repeating her administration, licking him several more times, treating him like her most favorite ice cream cone,  each time moving over half an inch, then running the rough, hot torture instrument up to his tip, giving it a small taste, before descending once more. 

Michael was barely aware of the sounds escaping from deep in his throat.  She pumped him one more time with her hand, this time, letting her tongue circle the sensitive glans, closer and closer to the small opening, driving him utterly insane.

“God, Lisa…”

“Hmmm. You taste so good Mike.  Devine…”

“Fuck, baby…come on…please…”

“What happened to ‘no cursing’?”  One more lap of that devilish tongue.  He was so going to pay her back.

“God dammit…”

“Say what, Mike?” 

“I need you to take it, Lisa, You're driving me nuts.”

“You need me to do this?” Holding him at his base, she let his dick enter her mouth finally and he had to hold back to not surge forward and ram himself down her throat. 

“Fuck!” His hands tightened in her hair.

Opening her eyes, she gazed up at him, the fog once again taking over her expression. Her mouth pulled back and released him with a small pop.

No! Don’t you dare stop!

“You want me to go on?”

“Come on, princess.  I know you can do it.  Take it all.”

“Your wish is my command.” 

Lisa complied, taking him as far as she could.  She kept her tight grasp and he about came apart watching her face, seeing his hardness almost disappearing between the sensual lips, reappearing moist and glistening, while small sounds edged him on. 

This was pure bliss.  And pure torture.  And it had to end before he went crazy and came right there in her mouth.  He felt the insane need to regain some control, to show her what she had missed, to make his point even clearer that no one could measure up to what he had to give her.

If only she did not feel so damn good.  The heat of her mouth was spreading in shockwaves through his body.  His balls started to tighten and he was sure he was about to pass out from severe lack of blood to his brain.  Holy shit!  With all his wet dreams about her- how had he forgotten what she actually felt like?  What she sounded like when she gave him a blow job?  What the feeling of her breath on his wet skin caused in him? 

He let her take him one more time, pump one more time, feel himself hitting her throat, feeling her little purring sound on him.  Then he pulled her back. Her glossy eyes opened up lazily and shone up at him.

He pulled her up by her shoulders, and she kissed him greedily.  It drove him crazy to know where that tongue had just been a second ago.  She was a little freak and he was absolutely high, riding the tumescent wave without a care of the deathly fall.

Continuing the kiss, he maneuvered her back the couch.  His hand stroked down her back and he grabbed her ass, pulling her closer, his penis rubbing against her belly.

“Where are you taking me?” She broke away and breathed the question.

“Get behind the couch.”

She looked up at him, then granted him a knowing smile.  He slowly turned her and she kept her mouth attached to his lips while she followed his direction.  He placed her hands on the back of the couch.  Reaching around, his one hand found her breasts once again, massaging them rougher now, while his other hand lightly ran over the perfect ass offered up to him. 

Heaven help him.  Her behind had gotten only more tempting over the years. 

“Spread your legs for me, Lisa.”   The control in his voice could not hide the slight trembling.

Lisa looked over her shoulder, her eyes darkening even more, as she complied, spreading her legs, scooting back a bit, arching her back.  Oh yeah.  He was pretty sure she was well aware of the effect of this stance on him.  And, he was equally conscious that this was one of her favorite ways to get fucked.  And what was he if not an obliging ex-husband?

As enticing as her thong was, it now had to go.  Michael pulled it down her legs, letting his hands create a path, enjoying the feel of her thighs and her calves. Sinking to his knees, he followed up by kissing the sensitive skin behind her knees, making her yelp.  She stepped out of her panties, keeping her legs nice and spread, and he used his hands to run them firmly up the silky, hot length, enjoying the firmness of the calves giving way to the fuller, more subtle terrain of her thighs. She moaned in response, but kept otherwise perfectly still. 

The full view of her derriere, coupled with the heat under his palms and her sounds almost made him delirious. Still kneeling, he also was aware of the scent of her arousal again, and his mouth watered.  No, further exploration had to wait ‘till he had satisfied the urge to dive into paradise.  The thought made him realize that he assumed there would indeed be more time to take things further.  It was getting more and more difficult to hide behind the illusion of one-time, meaningless sex.  He and Lisa were not built for meaningless, it seemed.  And how many promises of "just one more time" had they broken over the years?

Michael rose, knowing he had a choice of taking her now or passing out. Running his hands over the round ass cheeks one more time, he followed the tempting path between her legs.  Her sex was exposed slightly, and the swollen, pouting flower called out to him.  Lisa’s well was in full flow.  His fingers found her clit and he flicked it, causing her back to arch a bit more, as she bit her lip. 

“You are so wet, baby.  Did you miss me?”

His fingers traced the small trickle of juices that had escaped her honey pot, using it to further lubricate her, running his fingers one more time around her opening, hearing her gasp.

“You’re gonna be the death of me, Mike.  I swear you are the devil…”

“What am I doing that’s so evil?” His finger dipped in and she emitted a small cry which turned into a sob as he let his thump strum her ripe pearl one more time. 

“You torture me.  Oh fuck….I need you.”

“But you got me, baby…” The finger inside her rotated and he touched the internal spot he knew would drive her crazy. Another cry, another whimper…he felt her wetness drenching his hand now. His penis jumped, protesting being deprived the pleasure his finger was enjoying.

“More, I need more.  I need to feel your cock.  Give it to me, Mike…”

“Patience…maybe you’re not ready.  I don’t wanna hurt you.  You’re so tight.  Guess your new toy only shares my name…”

He knew he was truly evil now.  But he was possessed by some primal force he had little control over. 

“Fuck you…”

He let a second finger enter her and she screamed.   Her hips gyrated and she clamped down on him.  She was so close.  But he intended to keep her hanging just a little while longer.  Depriving himself to make a point. 

“I will fuck you.  I promise you, baby. I will fuck you so good you will forget you ever knew anyone else.”

His fingers pumped in and out of her, making sure to rotate inside, as his thumb got active as well, drawing circles around her center.

“Michael…please….oh, God, I beg you…”  The telltale small spasms indicated how close she was to coming apart. 

“That’s my little princess.  Almost ready, baby….almost…” He bent forward and kissed her shoulder.  His hand left her breast and he reached for himself, pumping himself a couple of times, before he let himself approach her dripping slit.  He withdrew his fingers and she shuddered. 

“You ready, Princess?”

“Oh God, give it to me, please….”

“Please what? I wanna make sure you know whose giving it to you, love.  I don’t want you to ever forget again…”

He let his head run up and down the molten heat, dying to not just burying himself into the piece of heaven offered up to him.  He rested himself at the opening, applying just enough pressure to tempt her, to grant a small taste of what was to come. 

“Please, Michael…fuck me now.  Please, Daddy…”

His hands rooted himself on that firm ass and he pulled back, holding his breath, then surging forward, entering her with one swift move, exhaling to keep from fainting, as the air was forced from his lungs.  Her scream reverberated inside himself and he was scarcely aware of the moan escaping him.  This was impossible.  He had no idea how he was going to withstand all the sensations assaulting him.  Her walls held him so tightly.  He felt that he could not go any deeper, yet, looking down, he knew he had more to give her.  Lisa turned her head and he kissed her deeply, sucking in her bottom lip, feeding off her moans, holding still, letting the tight confines get used to the impact of the breach. 

When there was no way on earth he could hold still any longer, he pulled back, feeling her muscles grip him, feeling the juices pour from her as he almost pulled out all the way.  Gripping her hips tightly, clenching his teeth, he prayed she was ready, as he needed to get his fill and do it now.

“Lisa, you, ready…”

“Fuck yeah…give it to me…fuck me hard…”

“Oh shit…” His teeth clenched.

She was going to be the death of him for sure.  No longer able to restrain himself he held on tight and surged forward, this time, filling her to the hilt.  Her moan mingled with his and they echoed back at them, finding ears deafened by unbridled passion.  Michael found the ancient rhythm of his favorite dance.  The dance he only was able to rediscover with her.  The unique connection and thrill, the drag and the push, the force and the surrender. 

Surely he had jumped into fiery clouds, heated by the hot wind released from some form of volcanic mechanism.  His nerves were stripped once again, his lungs burnt and labored to greedily inhale her scent all around him.  The giving force of her being, there to sustain him if he was able to withstand the agony of this ritual.  This was more than sex, more even than making love.  This was his soul leaving its confines and once again painfully merging with this potentially destructive force of nature. 

As he pushed himself into her over and over, alternating strong straight jabs with the circular motion causing her to scream out, he felt that his soul was lifted and granted a view of something so otherworldly it transcended what could otherwise be a purely biological process.  He saw lights and colors, heard the sweetest music, accentuated by Lisa’s body before him, and her sounds around him. 

Lisa had been forced against the couch, not able to withstand the power of his rhythm.  He let go of her hip with one hand and played with her breast once more, enjoying the quivering reverberating through her, causing his penis to distend more, getting ready to dispense of its essence. 

Shoot- alarm bells went off in a seemingly unrelated part of his brain.  Protection! He again had neglected it.  What in the world was wrong with him? His overactive limbic system shut down any further rational thought and he instead concentrated on the crazy effort to see her finish before him.

He bit her shoulder, tasted the salty treat of her skin, letting his tongue trace up her neck one more time, before letting his teeth nibble on her skin there, approaching her ear.

“You getting close, girl?  Cause…shit…you feel so good.”

She reacted by pushing her little rear into him more, forcing him in further yet, knowing he was stunning her while she still demanded more.

“Oh, fuck…oh, godammit.  I can’t stand it.  You’re just too big.  Of fuck…Mike…” Her voice left and words transformed into moans. 

“Tell me baby, who can give it to you like this?” The perverted need to hear his name on her lips over and over provided to needed restraint to keep him from erupting into her as her heat became overwhelming and her grip even tighter.

Once more he held on to her, needing the leverage to pound into her.  He hoped she was up for this crazy ride, but her sounds and movements indicated that she indeed was along for the ride.

“Michael!”  His name was a hoarse scream, forced from her lungs as he hit her boundaries one more time. 

He clenched his teeth.  “Sorry, not good enough…”

Not his fault she had to complicate things by finding some loser who shared his first name. 

One hand snaked around, finding her drenched clitoris, which was now round and full, pulsing under his touch.

He withdrew one more time, holding himself just at her opening and she froze, obviously fearing loss of contact.  She tried pushing back by lowering her torso, her head now almost on the back of the couch and he saw she bite her hand.  As he felt a bead of sweat trickling down his temple, he realized that she was right at the precipice.  But he knew his own endurance was likewise tested. Holding the key to her orgasm, he kept it unturned for yet another moment.  No, she had to admit the truth; had to shout out the name of the person who she had claimed to have no feelings for.  Let her body speak the truth so maybe he could believe what her words had stated.

“Michael….” He relented for a second, knowing what was to come, let himself enter, letting the scalding heat brand him, granting himself several inches of bliss, before withdrawing again.

“Yes…?” His voice was deep and hoarse, but he was sure she heard him.

She responded with a whimper, turning her head slightly, letting him see her biting her lip, trying to maintain some form of control. 

Sorry Lisa, if you want me to ever get over this, you gotta swallow your pride…

“Michael Joe...” He surged forward and timed the movement to coincide with gripping her clitoris with two fingers before rubbing it in circular motion.

"There you go, babe, come on, who loves you right?" Angling himself he perfectly timed the next thrust as he kept the pressure on her nubbin.

“Jacks…”

Her scream erupted and she never finished, but she had come close enough.  He had heard enough of his name to grant her the release he longed to see. And release she did: her muscles constricted around him, pulling him deeper, as he felt her whole body come apart.  She screamed his name once more, then was taken over by undulating against him, as he was somehow able to keep his thrusts strong and long, never letting go of her pearl, making her ride the wave into paradise, feeding off her ecstasy. 

His penis burned and throbbed and he felt his balls constricting to the level of agony.  Every single sensation seemed to converge into this one incredible point of light.  The one star in the cataclysmic darkness, ready to die and be reborn in a supernova swallowing up everything that mattered into a shattering explosion of fire and light.  When it happened,when the explosion occurred, he was sure some part of himself exited his body.  The surging waves came fast and hard, and he thought his heart was going to explode.  His breathing stopped for sure, his lungs useless, his body not knowing for a second if he was alive or dead.  The brain became feeling and perception, depriving all higher centers of functionality of blood and electricity.

His screams and moans joined hers, his eruption having triggered another orgasm in Lisa, prolonging his own high, feeling like the jets of hot cum would flood her forever. Finally, his movements slowed and he fell against her, holding her close, still feeling himself jerk inside of her, while her body responded with its own involuntary movements. 

Time stood still, and his arms closed around her, pulling her close, his head resting on her shoulder.  Their breathing seemed to be one crazy collection of gasps and whimpers.  If only he could rest in her warm cocoon forever.  Instead, he slowly withdrew, being very aware of the evidence of their rapture seeping from her.   A shiver raced through him, nerves still firing in an all-out attack on his systems. Realization sank in that he was drenched.  Perspiration coated his body and when he straightened and pulled her against his chest, he noticed that her temples were adorned with sweaty ringlets of hair.  Her skin also was slippery, and she wore the glorious hue of passion.

Lisa turned into him, leaning against him, her arms coming around his neck.  He lifted her and sat her on the back of the couch, and she cuddled up closer to him, her head sinking onto his shoulder, as he helplessly attempted to ignore the rising feeling of tenderness.

This was different, so very different than last time.  What excuse did he have to push her away now?  There were no people outside, no other woman waiting for him, no weird fiancé that wasn’t retrieving her car.  And worst of all: he had no desire to push her away.  Right now he only wanted to feel her warmth pressed to him.  Listen to her breathing, smelling her, feasting off her. 

“Michael Joe Jackson.  Oh my God. Your crazy ass almost gave me a heart attack.” Her head turned and she kissed his shoulder lightly. 

There it was- his name on her lips.  Her little gesture touched him, and he smiled down at her, kissing her head, pulling her closer. She seemed to be shivering against him. Yeah, he could relate to almost having suffered cardiac arrest.  He became aware of the muscles in his legs twitching.

“You cold?”

“I have no clue. I don’t think my temperature receptors are working, but I feel shaky.”

Smiling, he reached over and retrieved one of the blankets from the couch.  He draped it around him like a cape, before pulling her closer, closing the ends behind her back, creating their own little protective shield. 

So much that he wanted to say.  So little that made sense, so he kept it all right there.  And it was probably a wise decision.  The words were all there, just outside his consciousness, so he was not able to slow their spinning motion and capture any of them.  There was too much going on to put into words.  The endorphins were slowly retreating, leaving these odd feelings of protectiveness, possessiveness, caring, and debilitating fear. 

Not again.  This was not happening again. 

He thought his experience with Julia had proven that he was indeed capable of making love without falling down the rabbit hole of insanity.  The only problem seemed to be that Lisa was not Julia.  Shit…Julia was going to come to town tomorrow.  He blinked her name out of his mind for now.  There was only so much he could handle.

“Mike…” Lisa gazed up at him.  She was such a hot mess.  Surely one more kiss could not hurt.  Her eyes searched his for meaning.  She obviously also remembered how their last little sex-capade had ended and probably was expecting him to turn cold on her any minute.  Well, he should.  But for some reason, he was not able to snap that armor on just yet.  The locks needed some serious mending!

Her bottom lip drew him.  It was glistening and swollen.  He sucked it into his mouth one more time, nibbling at it, letting his tongue caress her lips before she invited him to deepen the kiss.  Oh, great.  He felt himself coming back to life already.  How come the one person who could kill him with one look also seemed to be his fountain of youth?

He picked her up and managed to somehow keep the blanket around them.  Striding over toward the fireplace he never broke the kiss.  He placed her on the fuzzy warm carpet before the inviting fire, then reached over and retrieved some throw pillows.  Sitting down, he pulled her closer, knowing he should get the hell away from her.  She snuggled against him, half in his lap, holding him close. 

Her head was on his chest and he could not resist letting his hand rest on her hair, combing it with his fingers as he had done so many times in another life.  She turned and kissed the skin right over his heart.  The rising tenderness scalded his throat.

This was so wrong, mainly because nothing had felt this right in years.  This had to be some kind of sick dream.  Some horrible nightmare he would wake up from any second now, finding himself drenched in sweat in his bed, cursing her absence and his stupidity for still wanting her.  Michael closed his eyes, testing reality be pinching them shut, fearing and hoping this was all not real.  No, when he opened them again, he was still right there, bathed in the warmth of the fire, surrounded by its glow, having his very life threatened once again by the small woman who was about to defrost the ice prison around his heart.  And he was not ready to face the pain that came with such a re-awakening. Numbness was a blessing.  Who needed the needles when a sleeping limb came back from being numb? Feelings were highly overrated. Maybe he would never be strong enough to face both pain and feelings ever again.

The small sound and movement of her body brought him back to the moment.  Had she just sniffled?  Was she sick?  Or was she crying? Why the heck would she be crying?  She should be jumping for joy.  If she had meant to get to him she was well on her way. 

He gently took her by her shoulders and pulled her back, looking down into her face, finding diamond tears escaping from the sparkling sapphire mines.

“Lisa…What in the world?”

“Mike.  Please…”

What was she talking about?  He was seriously confused. 

Her eyes lowered for a second before she bravely raised them again.

“Whatever you do, please.  Please don’t make me leave.  I am freaking out.  I have no clue what the hell is going on, but I’m seriously freaking here.  You’re not gonna make me leave, are you?  Not this time…please…”

Oh shit! This was it.  This was his chance.   He could turn this all around right now.  If he kicked her out now he would destroy her and she would stay the hell away.  They would not recover from this.  All he had to do was lie.  Just this once.  He could thank her for the fuck and be done with it.  In the end, that’s what needed to be done.  She would thank him for it later.  She would go back to her little rocker and live knowing she had done everything in her power to get over her silly little nightmare.

Come on.  Take a deep breath and do it.  Tell her it was all a sick game.   Tell her you only wanted a piece of ass. 

Free her and doom yourself to everlasting hell.  You can do it.

A sob escaped her and two more tears broke free from their glassy home, rolling down her cheek as she witnessed the battle going on inside his heart.

All it took was three little words and he would be free. 

He adored magic.  All it took was to transform the “I love you” to something else:

I used you.

He held his breath and time stood still as the crackling of the fire and the beating of his heart counted down to decision time.

(to be continued)

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