To Have and To Hold- Chapter 15

Authors note: Thanks for reading and for giving any and all feedback! - The story picks up with Lisa walking in on Michael in his bedroom... :)  

15 

London, Carlton Tower Hotel; July 1997

Lisa sat fidgeting on the couch, trying to get her breathing under control. What the hell was she freaking out about?  Not like she had walked in on something she had not seen before. Like his amazing, proud, hard…  She shook her head, trying to dislodge the image, but it remained fixated in her mind.

Well, then maybe the point is that you are all that worked up because you're ...worked up about having seen him.  Naked.  Obviously busy with...ah..himself...

No...well...maybe.  God, he was so sexy…his eyes bright, his skin flushed, his cock…humongous, ready…for action.  Lisa swallowed, trying to get the image out of her head.  And why was that? Wasn’t that exactly what she had been dreaming about?  And if so, didn’t this mean she wanted him?  And wanted him to want her? Shit, she was too confused to be able to label any of those millions emotions buzzing through her, making her feel as if she had been plugged into some odd universal power source.  Well, she was in some strange and crazy way again attached to this incredible source of light and life known as her ex who had been fueling her internal batteries. She never got tired or exhausted while running high on Michael.  Until she bottomed out and the crash took her all the way down. And yet- it was so worth the ride!

Shit, as if the buildup to this trip had not been taxing enough.  One moment, she had been anxious about going, the next she could not wait to go.  Michael kept the pressure surprisingly light, which added to her confusion.  Did he not want her there?  Was he simply inviting her out of some weird sense of obligation?  After all, in the past, when they were dating, and she had been married, he had never been shy about pushing for her to spend time with him.  Of course, back then, despite intense feelings of guilt and worry about messing up her children's life, she had never needed any shove to want to be around him.

And the problem now was not that she didn't want to go to visit.  It simply scared the living crap out of her how much she wanted to be close to him.  After all the pain, the anger, after all he confusion and the resulting clarity about needing to be cut off, she had ricocheted back into his orbit like an over-stretched rubber band.  No matter how hard she pulled back, the resulting rebound collision was that much harder.

The hardest part was the secrecy once again.  She hated playing things close to the vest- it was so totally against everything she stood for to have to keep her feelings hidden.  But hell, not like she could discuss her back and forth about going to see Michael...possibly getting hooked back in all the way.

Gee, Mom, and Danny, oh, and Luke, you can come in on this, too. What do you think? Should I fly to see the man you all love to hate?  How about this: should I fuck him?  Ideas? Feedback? Inputs?

Yeah, that would work really well.  There was a serious shortage of allies! She didn't want to burden Janet with being in the middle once again.  God, this was such an agonizing, lonely decision!

Luke...shit, she didn't even want to think about him. She had slept with him once, and for some reason he thought that meant something.  To her, it only had meant some temporary comfort - a bandaid on the pulsing, gaping wound.  Also, it had complicated things with Danny and Luke, and she really didn't want to mess up their friendship. So- while he was nice enough, and made her feel wanted and beautiful, she didn't want to jump into anything right now. And she had hated to see the look of anger, betrayal and, possibly a hint of insecurity in Michael’s eyes when she had caught him after he had listened in on Luke and her earlier.  It was horribly to see him upset like that…

Then again, why not?  What could a little jealousy hurt?  Maybe he needs to know that you are not at his beckon call this time.  You are free now, you have choices. Still, how could this relationship or whatever it was possibly work out if she played games now?  Not a really good plan. Plus, he was a superior player.

A choice? She almost laughed.  What a ridiculous thought: as if there was a question what her choice would be if Michael wanted her back. 

Then there was the permanently disapproving, hovering cloud of doom known as Priscilla.

Her mother's concerned and scolding glances were hard to miss, and Danny also had not been subtle about wanting to know what was going on with her and Michael.  She had informed them both that she and Michael had worked things out and were friends now.  It was a half-truth, anyway.  They were friends -in some odd way- but very little had been worked out.  The fact that he now had a different family and a different life had been the huge, blinking elephant in the static space of their phone  conversations. The one with a flashing arrow pointing down at it.  The one she chose to ignore on and off.

The tag team had exchanged exasperated looks.  Really, could she blame them?  She wasn't even buying her own bullshit, half the time!

Then, there was the main element of the drama: the man himself.  God, he had been so different lately.  The cold, detached iceberg she had been married to in the last months before his breakdown was gone. He was sweet, warm, funny, charming, concerned...he was the man she always knew he could be.  The man he had been for a long time.  The very same person she had fallen in love with so utterly and completely.  Michael, who made her feel safe and sheltered- and loved.  The glib veneer of self-absorbed pain, angry indignation, and narcissism was gone as if she had only imagined it.  He listened, he supported, and he didn't push.  Most importantly, he also didn't freeze her out when he noticed things he didn't like.  Like the pictures...

Oh, he made it very clear he had spotted the images of her and Danny outside the Clearwater house.  And his internal changes weren't so pronounced as to make him seek direct confrontation.  Not that he had to. Shit, as soon as she caught on what he was talking about, she had felt so guilty.  Which was crazy! She was a free woman, lounging outside her own house with a friend.  Not like she was married and paraded her spousal unit quite openly all over Europe.  So, why the hell was she the one feeling as if he had caught her in some compromising situation?  It was madness! Michael Jackson induced permanent insanity. The kind you can self-diagnose and still not want to be cured off.

Lisa had been so very close to nix the whole trip, then she had seen some pictures of Michael and Debbie.  Shaking on the outside, but strangely numb inside, she had stared at the image before her:  Michael with that fake smile she hated, his eyes dead.  Debbie with a triumphant, gloating grin, her hand possessively on Michael's arm.  Looking into the camera with her cold eyes, the message seemed intended for Lisa: ‘See what I have?  And what you will never have again?  I won.’

Well, hell to the no! That bitch might have won a temporary place on his arm to rest her greedy fingers, but that was it.  There was nothing of the warmth, love, and passion in those dark eyes that couldn't lie.  At least not to her.  He should have worn the usual shades that day. Or maybe he didn't on purpose...  What a strange double message he was sending: Behold me and my wonderful family! See how deliriously miserable I am?

Lisa had tossed the rag from herself as if it suddenly had been on fire.

"We will see, you fucking bitch! We'll see who puts that fire back into his eyes! You wanna fight, it’s on!  Why don't we put your so called marriage to the test, and we'll find out where he stands. Once and for all! You really shouldn’t have fucked with me!"

"Lisa- are you talking to yourself?  Not a good sign..."

Lisa whipped around and stared at her mother.

"Do you ever knock?" How long had she been there? Did she always have to act like some stalker?

"Why would I?  I'd totally miss you acting like some deranged lunatic.  When was the last time you went to the Center?  I think you are in dire need of..."

Lisa raised her hand in a gesture designed to shut her mother up.

"Save it. I don't need any of that crap.  I know what I need."

Priscilla attempted to raise an eyebrow.

"Oh, indeed?  Let me guess?"

"Adding mindreader to your illustrious resume?  I'm going on a vacation- I need a break from all you people meddling in my life."

Lisa headed upstairs, ignoring her mother, suddenly knowing what she had to do, and what mission she had just accepted. 

"Ri, Benjy, hey- guess what?" She burst into the playroom where Riley and Ben had been working on some craft projects. "We are going to England."

Telling the kids had set it in stone.  She could not disappoint her babies, after all.

Of course, as soon as the plane had touched down, all her resolve and bravery disintegrated.  Oh shit- what had she done?  What if Debbie was still in London?  What if he was too busy to deal with that troll, and she'd once again feel pushed to the side? What if she couldn't handle meeting the baby?  What if he didn't buy this whole bullshit front about wanting to be just friends any more than she did?  Could she handle the walk on the burning coals?  Or worse yet, what if he, despite her hunches that he wanted her just as much as she did, really did seek to keep things platonic?  Maybe that night in Florida had been like a small relapse...some sort of last rites ceremony to his passion for her.  What if she showed up all dolled up to claim her man, and would find out there was nothing left to claim?  What if....

The horrific avalanche of doubts and fears leaving her clammy and shaking on the inside was immediately eclipsed by his appearance at the airport.   One look at him and she wanted to scream and dance inside, like some crazy loon. There it was. The truth.  He wanted her! He looked happy to see her!  God, it was so hard to stay cool and collected when he pulled her against his chest.  She almost cried when she felt the beating of his frantic heart against her cheek, matching her breathless rhythm perfectly.  Yeah... they still had the same magic.  Of course, then that realization had scared her even more.  She was such a mess!

Dinner had been crazy, even though seeing Katherine and Joseph again had acted like a buffer to all the red, hot, acidic, drugging currents running amok inside.  Being finally alone with Michael had been so strange...almost awkward.  How can the person you once thought to know inside and out become such a stranger in such a short amount of time?  And yet, every glance, every touch, every flirty tone in his voice was so crazy familiar to her system.

The kisses against the door, the heated touches, the crazy-making passion following hot on the heels of the fear of him leaving threw her system into total overdrive.  Sleep overwhelmed her with such force, she never noticed.  All she had planned on doing was to close her eyes for a second to rest. 

When she was jolted awake later, it took a couple of minutes to orient herself.  She was in a strange room, by herself... and she had just woken up from dreaming of having the most intense, erotic, sexy encounter with Michael.  She was pretty sure she had climaxed in her sleep, which had been what had woken her, actually.  Trembling, as if waking from anesthesia, she had come around, feeling the familiar pulsing in her belly and between her legs.  Fuck- he was that good! He'd make his woman cum without him being in the bed with her. Pure magic!

Had it been a dream or had he indeed carried her to the bed?  And then what?  He left her there? All alone? Didn’t he want her anymore?  Why had he not snuggled up in the bed with her? 

Lisa flung the blanket from her and sat on the edge of the bed, her legs hanging over the edge.  She barely noticed she started to bite her nicely manicured nails.  She knew he disapproved of her biting her nails…Her fingers balled into fists and she forced them down her side.

  Crap! The mixed signals were driving her batty.  If there was one thing she hated, it was fucking ambivalence.  One minute she was sure how he felt, the next he was back to his enigmatic actions.  It was not like it took a master translator to fill her in on the meaning of that hard dick pressed against her body earlier.  Or his mouth on her. He wasn’t giving her mouth to mouth resuscitation, that was for damn sure.  Of course, she had stopped the hot and heavy action at the door, and it had been a nearly impossible endeavor, too.  But no, she was a mother first, and she would not risk the kids waking up.

So, was being alone her punishment? No, he had accepted the cold shower, had even joked with her, so she was fairly certain he had not been upset. After all, he was a parent now, too.

That’s right.  With a child he no longer wanted with you.

Lisa squeezed her eyes shut and started to torture her lip.  No, she really had to stop thinking about it that way.  He had accepted her children, had loved them, and  showered them with unconditional love, despite his feelings about their father.  Why was it so difficult for her to do the same?  It should be easy as pie: She loved children.  She loved Michael.  She would, no doubt, love Michael’s son.

His and Debbie’s son.  The son that replaced the baby she lost. Their baby.  Replaced.  As if it had been a ruined pair of shoes…

Lisa’s arms came around her and she started to rock back and forth without noticing the movement.  Her teeth sunk deeper into her bottom lip until she finally noticed the sting.

No, this times the tears were not allowed to escape the burning pit of hell in her heart and her throat- she had to get herself together.  Her baby was gone.  Prince Michael was alive, and he was no doubt the guiding star in his father’s universe.  As it should be.  The way his existence came about wasn’t the baby’s fault.  Michael now was a package deal, just as she had been.  It was high time to move on from the hurt and the pain.  Her lost baby was part of their old life.  Both were dead and buried.  If she wanted a new start with Michael, she had to get a grip and stop fixating on the past.  Oh, her rational mind knew all the facts and all the answers.  But her frigging emotions were still all over the place.  And here she thought she was balanced and cut off from irrational sentiments.  Fat chance! Something in that whole “church” dogma was not working.

So, anyway- Michael had accepted the boundaries given the proximity of the children.  And it wasn’t his fault she had fallen asleep.  It was so sweet of him to take her to bed and tuck her in.  Suddenly, she remembered his softly placed kissed, and all the angry, hurt feelings dissipated, leaving nothing but that fluttery, sparkly sensation inside her belly.

Then that damn dream.  It had been so real.  When his eyes burned down on her and his cock filled her, it was like heaven.  She almost had cried when she realized it had not been real.

But it could be.  He was in his suite, no doubt.  And his security would let her in.  No babies there.  Only him.  Maybe they could …talk.

Her breathing hitched.

Or make love …

She was in overdrive. Her body and mind had obviously been taken hostage by some hormonal teenager.  This was crazy!

Or was it? Or was it much more nuts to stew here in sexual purgatory with the consenting adult she longed for so close by?

Fuck it, Lisa. Just go to him.  You want him, and he wants you.

No, this was so wrong! She had to talk to him first- she had to know where they stood.

Fuck that shit, girl! Get laid, and then find out where you stand.  How in the world do you think you can think straight as horny as you are?

Jumping out of bed, she basically raced over to his suite without even bothering to put on shoes.  There was only one guard on duty and he opened the door for her with a knowing smile.  This was so frigging crazy! As if any of his people will believe they were friends playing scrabble all night.  Maybe they should simply do what everyone expected was going on anyway.

When she entered his bedroom, she was initially blind, but thought to hear some odd sounds.  Then, when he turned the light on and she saw his face, she was pretty sure she had either woken him from his own wet dream or he had been doing…something.  Her eyes widened.  Oh yeah, suddenly she knew where she had heard those sighs and moans before.  God, he had…been playing with himself?

Erotic electricity shot to her belly and lower, and she felt the familiar swelling and flooding of her lower regions. Breathing became an almost impossible task, as sexual tension filled the air with a heavy purple fog.  Shit- it was not as if she was shocked.  Or had not seen him do it before- hell, she had asked him to do it in the past- loving to watch him, being turned on by his movements, his sounds, his hand on his huge cock, the eruption of his cum...  But this… To walk in on him… Crap- he must think she was some kind of nuts.

Then, when she had been ready to flee, he had stunned her when his sudden move to stop her cause the clover to slip. 

Holy shit!

Yes, she had figured out what she had walked in on, but crap- to see the evidence that he had not been quite done was something different altogether.

Lisa, what in the hell is wrong with you?  You’ve seen his impressive dick before.  Hell, you have had him in your pussy, your hands, your mouth, on special crazy occasions even… No, don’t even think about it. You’re stirred up enough. 

They stared at each other.  Both frozen by the impossible tension.  She should leave. Give him some privacy.  Michael turned all shades of red.  This man, who could be dirty, sexy, and  inhibited with her one moment, could be totally awkward, shy, and private the next.  And who wants to be walked in during the utmost private moment?  Here she had thought their earlier after dinner conversation had been awkward.

“I’m so sorry, Michael…I …I…”  Her mouth was too dry to stammer anything else and she licked her lips.  Which was a big mistake as he seemed to grow even more.  Fuck!  Her eyes widened.

“Lise, baby…please.  Don’t be…sorry, I mean.  It’s fine, I’m fine…I’m…uh, Gimme a minute, ok? Can you,.. I mean, don’t leave all the way…just…uhm….wait out there..so I can.. you know...uhm..” he glanced down at himself. But still did not reach for cover.

Thank you, Lord! Lisa! Stop staring!

Very slowly, trapped in the moment like a helpless animal in a tar pit, she nodded.  Then, as if struck by lightning, she turned and fled the room, her cheeks burning, the rest of her body tingling in all kinds of crazy ways. Stopping short at the door, she turned and decided to stay… No, she was not going to be a coward. No more running away!

So, now, here she was, trying her best to sit still and not think of that gorgeous naked man in the next room.  She had poured herself a drink to calm those frayed nerves, but her fingers were still unsteady. 

What took him so long?  Was he finishing what she had interrupted? No, surely he would not.  The mere thought served to stir her even higher.  Her nipples strained against the little shirt, tantalizing them, making them ache.  Long for his touch.  His lips.

Fucking shit- so much for cooling down. Even if all her steaming desire set off the sprinkler system, she doubted there was enough water in London to cool her off. Yeah, talking wasn’t gonna happen tonight.  So, why had she left his bedroom?  Obviously, he would not have objected too much had she simply taken her clothes off and joined him.  As hard as he had been… Oh God, her own thoughts made her hornier now- this was plain nuts!

And ridiculous.  What was she?  A teen?  Hell no! She was a grown ass woman with sexual desires.  And why should she be tortured any longer when the remedy to her illness was so close by? No more!   As if stung by a hornet, Lisa jumped up, put down her drink resolutely, and headed to the bedroom.

This was not working.  He just had to get his head out of his ass and give into the fact that he was human.With human urges- and an amazingly equipped, fine human body...

Nothing could be achieved until they confronted this crazy sexual tension tying her up in knots. Sex was not the answer, but shit, trying to ignore that they both thought about it every second that ticked by didn’t seem the way to go, either.

To her great surprise, she ran smack into Michael, no longer naked, but not exactly dressed, either. He reached for her arms to steady her and the silk of his robe caressed any skin he made impact with.

Lisa stared up at him, her mouth opening to explain her mad dash, but he beat her to it.

“Lisa, look.  This ain’t gon’ work, girl. I tried, I really did.  This is crazy, I can’t…shit…”

Without a warning, he pulled her into him hard, his mouth coming down to claim her lips in a drugging kiss. Good thing her mouth had still been open- not that she would have offered any resistance at all.  Not when she had been thinking the exact same thing.  The tension had been too high, and really, it had only been a question of time to see who would snap first.  Seemed they both had reached the boiling point at the same time.

The contact was scorching, stunning, passionate.  It spoke of his incredible passion, and as always also carried that ever present, sweet undertone of love and longing.  His tongue swept into her mouth in an all-out attack, and Lisa met it greedily.  If it were to come down to a choice between breathing and kissing him, she most willingly would surrender breath and life.  All for that last taste of him. 

Michael grabbed her head and laced his fingers through her hair, holding her against him, seemingly desperate to keep her close.  Lisa reciprocated.  God- she wanted to laugh and cry- it felt like heaving to feel his hair caressing her fingertips again.  His free hand had come around her waist, his hands splayed on the small of her back, hot on her chilled, yet burning skin.  As the kiss went on and they explored each other thoroughly, his hands dipped lower, finally pulling her ass into him, making her feel once again what her eyes had feasted on earlier.  God, he wanted her alright.  He was rock hard. Her body responded by flooding her completely.

Michael moaned, and her sigh echoed in the sound.  His skin burned through his robe, the radiating heat stirring her own wildfire into overdrive.

“Let me love you baby, girl…you know I’ll make it so good…I can’t wait. It’s been too long and it’s all I can think about…”  The whispered words, breathless between drugging kisses, obliterated any and all doubts remaining in hiding.

“Michael…babe…”  Before she could find any more superfluous words, his lips descended on her neck, branding her, claiming what always had been his.

Lisa relinquished the hold in his hair, and instead used her remaining strength to push Michael against the wall outside his bedroom, making him stare at her, his eyes burning her soul.  Her hands fisted into the silk of his robe, pushing it down his shoulders almost violently, then rising on her tiptoes to place kisses down his neck, tracing the pulsing, erratic lines of his heartbeat, finding that sexy hollow of his neck, placing open mouthed kisses, sucking, making sure to leave evidence of her passion. Oh yeah, he was hers, and she no longer cared about who would see her mark.

As her hands traveled lower, she found the belt of the robe, her trembling fingers having considerable trouble opening the knot, which had been placed half-assed at best.  Noticing her struggle, and being ever so helpful, Michael captured her hands and opened the robe; while Lisa made sure it slid to the ground and was out of the way. Freezing, she took a moment to look down on him, taking in his gorgeous, naked body, his cock being proud and high against his flat abs, his nipples tightened, his skin flushed.  Lisa took a step back, her eyes traveling up from his impressive, almost painful looking erection to his scorching eyes that stayed glued to hers.

“I want you, girl. You better get out of those clothes, now. If you don’t want me to rip them off you.  I ain’t playin’ no more…”

Her response was a throaty laughter. His demanding tone was such a crazy turn on. And he knew it.

Oh, they would play alright. But he was right on- clothing was totally not required. Lisa took another step back and took her shirt off in one swift motion.  Oh how she loved to see him take in a large gulp of air, then holding it, staring at her breasts, making her tingle and ache for his hands and his lips. 

“Oh yeah?  You like what you see, Michael? Is this what you had in mind? I wouldn’t wanna disappoint your…vision of how things should be…” The little control freak always had a mindmap of how things would go down. And he never had led her astray.

“It’s a nice start…keep going…”  That sexy, deep timbre struck all the right chords.

Running her hands over her breasts, she lifted them up to the raging firestorm in his eyes, her thumbs rubbing over the constricted peaks.  Michael licked his lips, and she could already imagine the caress of his raspy, hot tongue before he would suck her, bite her gently…make her scream and beg for it just like he liked it.

Michael reached out and grabbed the front of her shorts, pulling her into him again.

“Here- let me help you...”

His huge, hot hands traced the waistband, then entered her shorts, coming around to cup both her ass cheeks, squeezing and spreading them, causing her to moan. One of his fingers traced her wetness, then found the swollen pussy lips coated in her juices.  Leaning forward, Michael greedily captured one of her nipples, attacking it wildly, his tongue swirling around the puckered bundle of nerves, before taking it between his teeth with just the right amount of pressure.  His chin was stubbly and she loved the abrasion on her skin. He was not tender- and she was on fire: tenderness was not required at the moment.  The hurricane had to run its course first.  Lisa yelped and moaned against him, as his finger played with her sex, still spreading her honey, rubbing up and down her slit.

“Gosh, Lise, you are dripping, babe… Guess I’m not the only one going insane.” His finger entered her and she moaned, her head thrown back, her boob still at his mercy, before he surrendered it to the cooler air, blowing on it , making her sigh his name.  Then as he entered her with another finger, then withdrew and rubbed from her weeping hole to her turgid clit, Lisa reached for him, causing him to gasp. 

Oh yeah. She would not wait any longer to hold the magnificent cock she had seen all ready to go earlier.  Michael made a tortured sound as she held him with just the right pressure, stroking him, allowing his own precum to coat his swollen, protruding head. Obviously tired of any barrier between them, he forcefully pulled down her shorts, and, before she could step over them, he picked her up, still sucking on her other breast.  Immediately, her legs locked around his waist and she knew he was well aware of her dripping juices.  Lisa wiggled her hips, his skin providing insane stimulation to her over sensitized pussy. 

Michael took a couple of steps, then pressed her against the wall next to the couch he had obviously been aiming for.  Lisa knew they were both way out of control and almost at the point of insanity needing the comfort of fulfillment of that all consuming passion eating them alive. Once again, they were locked in a fiery kiss, before Michael broke away, placing hot little licks, nips, and kisses on her neck and sucking on her collar bone.  Since Lisa was supporting her own weight with her legs around him, gyrating against him, he grabbed his cock and rubbed it against her hot, slippery folds, his head stimulating her from her clit to way back, hitting her forbidden hole in bypass, making her gasp.  He moved the hard tip back to play at her soft opening. 

“Shit, stop teasing…put it in…fuck me…”

“Oh yeah, is that what you want, you ready for me baby?  I don’t know…it’s been a while...I wanna make sure you can take it all, babygirl. Cause let me warn you- it ain’t gonna be slow tonight…” 

The torturous caresses continued and were now aided by one hand on her ass, lifting her a bit, then bringing her down on his spear, his head just about entering her pulsing opening.

“Give it to me…come on, please fuck me, Daddy…I can’t wait.” Lisa whined, she could simply not fathom how fucking close she was to cuming already while he was still playing at her opening, then rubbing across her clit, making her shudder at the force of the storm inside.

“Shit Lisa, your juices are dripping down your legs…that hot little cunt missed me, hm?”

“Oh fuck yes, come on- show me what you got, fuck me..now…”

Michael now grabbed her ass with both hands, spreading her cheeks once again, while, at the same time, bending his head again, sucking her nipple into his mouth, elongating it with his tongue, then holding it prisoner with his teeth.  Pain and pleasure raced through Lisa, and she thought she would pass out.  One more lift, then, while angling his hips up he brought her down onto him hard as he entered her with one forceful thrust, hitting end, impaling her to the point of making her see colors.  Lisa screamed, her head falling back against the wall, her eyes crunched shut.

“Is that what you wanted, baby?”  He rolled his hips, the movement both stroking her inside as well as providing friction to her clit. “You want it rough?  You sure you can take it?”

“Shit, oh shit, oh God…fuck me…move, for heaven’s sake…” She whimpered against him, clinging to him, being driven by the insane need to have him move against her.

“You better open those eyes, girl. I wanna watch your eyes change color as I fuck you hard, and watch you fly to the stars for me.”

Lisa obliged, having some problems focusing, while being drawn into the molten lava of the black orbs holding her prisoner. His face was flushed and beats of sweat started to develop on his brow. God, how she adored that intense expression on him.  The perfect reflection of agony and ecstasy twisting her own body and soul during this tornadic event. That was their relationship: nothing could compare to the cataclysmic power of their collisions.  Their connection always transcending any physical boundaries, leaving her fearing for her survival- or her sanity.

Michael laughed lowly, then slowly pulled back, his cock almost leaving her heat, before slamming back into her, using the wall for leverage, causing her to scream out again.  This time, his mouth captured her lips, muffling continued moans and screams as he gave up all pretense of holding back or going slow.  Each time he withdrew, he lifted her, spreading her, making her grab him, then pummeling back into her, each time hitting every single secret spot with his alternating straight jabs and gyrating movements, setting off one detonation after the other.  Within seconds, she felt the heat and light converge in her stomach and her pussy.

“Oh, God, oh shit…I’m about to cum..fuck…”

“That’s my girl, let go, let it feel good…Come on, you can do it…let me hear you…”

Michael fucked her even harder, knowing just how to angle her to intensify every single stroke.  Lisa tightened and held on to his shoulders, trying to take one single breath before flying apart into a supernova of feelings, heat, sound, and light.  Helpless, she clung to him as one explosion after the other ripped through her body, causing her to scream his name out loud, as he continued to work his magic, not letting up his rhythmic movements until he felt her spasms slow and she weakly fell against his shoulder.  Staying buried deeply inside, his penis thumping against her tender walls, setting off some more mini contractions, he kissed her lips, cheeks and neck.

“Whow, baby…and here I thought I needed it badly…I thought I’d pass out from you squeezing me..”

Well, as she clamped down on his rock hard cock, she laughed, knowing full well he was still in dire need of release. But that was Michael: always taking great care to make sure she was taken care of first before even thinking about his own release. As a matter of fact, she knew part of his satisfaction stemmed from making her cum numerous times, proving that he was man enough to see her fully gratified…and sore.

“What about you? You ready to go, Mike?” Raising her head up to him, he claimed her lips, first gently, then with increasing urgency. He bit her upper lip and she reciprocated by worrying his lower lip, sucking it and nibbling on it.

“Oh, I’m gonna get mine…don’t you worry.  I’m not done fucking you good, my dear.  You ain’t gonna be able to walk straight tomorrow- this has been building up for too long.” That wicked glimmer in his eyes kindled those sparks inside her once again.

“You done talking, big man?” Lisa wiggled her hips slightly, shivering at the feeling of her taxed clit being stimulated.

He laughed a bit sardonically, causing her to tremble and moan against him again. “You ain’t seen nothing yet. Don’t say you didn’t ask for it.”

Michael took a few strides over to the couch now, but instead of making it to the front, he stopped behind it, then lifted her off him, causing her to make a little protesting sound as she mourned the loss of his huge, hot, rod filling her.

“Turn around and bend over, Lisa.” Holy shit! His voice…Goosebumps raced up and down her skin…

That did it- she immediately felt that familiar quickening in her belly and between her legs again.  Kissing him hotly one more time, making sure to explore his mouth thoroughly, she did as she was told, making sure to bend over ever so slowly, her ass presented to him , her back arched, arms braced against the back of the couch.  God, she loved when he fucked her from behind, as the angle allowed for even deeper penetration and more intense orgasms when he hit her cervix.  The mere anticipation made her drip out again.

Michael also noticed, and captured her juices with his finger, tracing it up her thigh and using the lubrication to rim her swollen opening once more.  Kissing her shoulders and her neck, he then left her heat, surprising her by bringing his fingers, coated with the evidence of her desire, up to her mouth.  Grinning at her wickedly, his tongue lapped out, cleaning his finger as his eyes held her prisoner.  She knew what he wanted, the little freak- so she stuck her tongue out and also licked herself off him.  God- it drove her crazy when she met his tongue before he allowed her to suck his finger into her mouth. While she was distracted, Michael used his free hand to enter her with his thumb, rotating it inside her, changing direction.  She yelped, but was being muffled by his finger still in her mouth.

“There you go- good girl. Clean it off. See how hot you are. If you’re good, Imma let you clean off my cock later. How ‘bout that?”  Shit, Lisa almost came at his dirty talk.  He really knew how to whip her desire into some sort of frenzied state. As she sucked on his finger, he inserted another finger down below, pumping, rotating, causing her to moan and sigh, her hip movement begged for what she needed to feel again. His fingers were nice, but shit, she needed his dick fucking her again…and soon, as the next orgasm was well on its way.

“There you go, you roll those hips, baby.  You need something else, though, don’t you? God, you’re so fucking hot and tight.”

He withdrew, then used her ample lubrication to rub her from her clit to her asshole.  As he first accidentally, then more purposefully hit the sensitive flesh there, Lisa shivered and moaned. 

Obviously encouraged by her reaction, he once more dipped lower to lubricate his finger, then applied gentle pressure against her tight hole, making her hold her breath. Fucking shit- he had not done that in a long time, and he knew full well how the added stimulation affected her.

“Oh, yeah, you like that, don’t ch’a girl.  I know all your little dirty secrets, Lisa…don’t you ever forget that.”

Lisa looked behind and saw him reaching down, guiding himself to the vortex of her need. 

“Ready?”

“Oh God, yes. Fuck me, Mike, c’mon…”

“Ask nicely.” He held his head at her opening, both hands now kneading the round globes of her ass, spreading her, looking down on her pulsing pussy. 

“Please…Daddy.”

“Good girl…” Holding her open, he plunged into her again, then stilled after he filled her completed. They both had moaned at the impact.  Michael reached up and touched her cheek, making her turn her head, so he could kiss her fully and greedily.  As his tongue entered her mouth, his hips  pulled back ever so slowly, letting her feel every vein and ridge in his penis, before he reached down and placed both hands at her waist, holding her steady before he thrust into her, then started to fuck her hard and fast, relinquishing all control. 

“Oh fuck, oh Michael…Daddy…holy shit….”

“Yeah, you like that, don’t ch’a?  Say, it, say you’re mine. Only mine, Princess…”

“Shit, yes, yes….only yours…oh fuck…” She almost cried at the intensity of his movements and his words.

 Lisa heard her own words, hoarse and deep, urging him on in his insane dance.  She had not seen him like this in forever.  He was intent on claiming her, driving her insane, making sure to erase any and all thoughts of any men before him, after him…or even existing in the universe. 

As words left her, she surrendered her bracing hold against the back of the couch and was reduced to whimpers and cries whenever Michael hit end or, using his rounded movements, hit her g-spot.  This was crazy- it was absolute lunacy.  Due to the position he hadn’t touched her clit, and yet she was about ready to cum with such force, she almost feared the impact.  Surely, it would totally blow up his head if she passed out from sheer pleasure while being fucked by him into oblivion. Then again…why should she care?  He was that good, and he was not only playing her body but every fiber of her heart.  And while this encounter was not tender or soft, she knew it was about more than sex and was an expression of their deep love and of their need to exorcise what had happened between them and to them.  And about trust, amazingly enough.   A trust that idn’t always extend outside the bedroom certainly encompassed the physical expression of their connection.

One of Michael’s hands left his hold and played at her butt again.   Reaching down, spreading her, he found where they were connected and Lisa thought she’d go up in flames when he touched where they were joined, adding to the feeling of being totally filled by him.

“Oh baby..you got no idea what it does to me to see my cock going in and out of you.  You are so gorgeous…and you’re dripping out again…” Using that lubrication, he once again went higher, this time, applying pressure and entering her puckered rose, making her freeze and cry out both from surprise and intense pleasure.

“Relax. Girl… I know what you like…let me make it good…trust me…”

Shit, as if she had a choice.  It simply felt too amazing.  She took a deep breath and hoped it would be enough to sustain her life as she raced toward the flamedipped cusp of the waterfall she knew would hurl her into another universe. 

Michael fingered her there,  and at the same time reached around her front and started strumming her clit.  The stimulation overdrive had her scream out his name at the very second she came apart, pushing back hard against him, biting her arm as she sobbed, riding out her mind-blowing climax.  The stunning flashes and rainbow colors burned her with their scolding heat as everything inside her exploded and shrunk into a single point of pleasure: everything became one single point of light before she was incinerated and reborn.  In that moment, her entire existence could be summarized in the sensation embodied by his name on her lips and his movements inside her and against her.

Gently floating back to earth, Lisa faintly became aware of Michael placing tender kisses on her shoulders and her back, rubbing her back and her behind in soothing, almost cooling movements. 

“Wow, baby girl… I almost lost it with you squeezing me like that. Princess, you are some kind of wild. Shit…it’s so hard to not…fuck…”  He shook his head and licked his lips.  The embodiment of sexual prowess- and all hers again.

“And you…” Lisa was panting  from the effort to speak, “you are gonna kill me-On the other hand- just promise to never stop killing me with that lethal love, ‘kay?”

Capturing her face in his hands, framing her, he kissed her lips softly. “As if I ever could…stop loving you…”

Lisa felt herself contracting around his continued hardness, now thumping inside, reminding her that he was not done. A second time, she clamped down on purpose…watching his face crunch together in pain. 

“Girl….” he growled at her and she giggled, making him shudder again. Michael pulled back, holding her hips steady, and withdrew, making her juices run down her leg.

“No- don’t – put that back where it belongs…”

Michael grabbed her by the shoulders, giggling now. “Oh yeah? Where does it belong, Lisa?”

Looking down, she was turned on again by seeing his length glazed by her.  This was so hot! How was it possibly, she was getting hot and horny yet again in no time flat?

Her hand traveled down her body to her pussy and she gingerly touched her swollen, still tender flesh.  Rubbing her hands between her slick, sticky folds, she glared at him provocatively; being well aware of his eyes following her every movement like a fiery comet.

“It belongs…” Her finger dipped lower and she touched the opening he had worked so thoroughly already, “…right here in that juicy pussy.”

Michael grasped her wrist and removed her hand, then brought it up to his lips.  Smiling at her, he took her finger into his mouth this time, licking her as he had made her do earlier.  “Hm…so sweet.  Tastes like a little cunt that’s not done being fucked…”

Lisa made a moaning sound as his tongue swirled around her finger one more time. Then, he guided her hand to his wet cock, and she grabbed it immediately, stroking it up and down.  Delighted in her power, she watched him close his eyes and bite his sensual bottom lip. His hand was over hears, allowing a couple of more movements before he raised her hand up to her mouth once more.

“What if I wanna taste the source directly?” She licked their juices off, staying tethered to his eyes.

His smile broadened and his eyes sparkled. God, was there any other human being alive who could ever affect her like this? 

“Princess, I don’t know if I could stand that right now. You got me on the edge as it is…C’mon- let’s get busy…”

With a swift movement, he picked her up and carried her over to the desk, clearing it quickly of all papers and book on it, sending them flying, crash-landing all over the room.

“Michael! You’re gonna get your people come running to check you’re alive,” Lisa squealed.

“Well, let’s make sure we’re gonna give them a good show, then.” His smile was blinding in its cocky splendor.

Lisa laughed again as her butt was placed on the cool surface of the desk, making her yelp. “You wouldn’t…”

“Oh no?”  He cocked his head and grinned in that naughty way, causing the cauldron of desire to boil inside her once more.  She knew damn well how he loved a challenge, but she was pretty sure his security also knew equally well to not intrude on Mr. Jackson and Miss Presley when they were…busy rearranging furniture in the middle of the night. Those darn hotels always got the feng shui wrong.

“Well, you better not scream too loud then, Princess when I make you cum again. I might have to gag you.”

“Brag, brag, brag…” Lisa teased as Michael started to massage her legs with his strong, yet sensual touch.  After rubbing down from her thighs to her ankles and back up, placed each of them at the edge of the desk, making her feel open, exposed, and vulnerable to his touch and his gaze. 

Michael seemed frozen as he stared at her.  Somehow she felt like a sacrifice, albeit not a virginal one, having been prepared for this all powerful deity to devour.

 “You are so stunning- …everywhere…and also down there…It’s all pink and glistening, like my very own mysterious, magical rose…awakening to its full glory by my touch…”

His magical fingers softly caressed the pedals he was talking about… “and my kiss..”

Oh fuck…Oh shit…. He bent and placed a kiss on her pussy, licking her gently once; the tip of his tongue finding her clit and making her yelp, before he straightened.  As if lost in thought, he gazed down at her, then walked to the side of the desk- bringing his glistening, penis to where she could theoretically reach it with her lips. If she was so inclined..

Hell yeah!

Lisa smiled wickedly and opened her mouth ever so slowly, caressing her upper lip, knowing how to tease him.

“Feed it to me…let me have just a little taste…you know you wanna…”

It was all up to him, as her hands were still supporting her upper body with her ass and feet being on the edge of the desk. 

Michael reached for her chin, his finger gently tracing her cheek, then her chin, then her bottom lip.  Taking the opportunity, she circled it with her tongue.  His chest was heaving, and he turned her face as his hip came forward, and he slowly fed her his cock.  Lisa tenderly licked his length first, tasting her own juices again, delighting in the rock hard core under the soft skin, in the protruding veins.  Arriving at the retracted foreskin, she circled the base of his exposed glans.  Gently, her teeth grabbed his skin and she pulled, causing him to cry out softly, his eyes still glued to her, his pleasure screaming out at her with each changing expression.  Yeah. – He was proud to reclaim her, but she also knew the power she held. 

“Lise…careful..” he hissed between clenched teeth. 

Oh, she’d be careful, alrigtht.  Her tongue circled his head several times, and on the last swoop she dipped into the small opening, again causing him to moan. Finally, bending toward him, she closed her lips around him, sucking him hard into her heat, causing him to swear and call out her name. His hand was still on her chin, guiding her movements.

When he hit her throat, she moaned against him, clamping down more, and he whimpered, then pulled back.

“Baby…back off…”

“Michael, let me…,” she protested, addicted to his heady taste.

“Later…I’m gonna cum inside you, this time, lady.  And you’re gonna feel what it did to tease me like this.”

Leaning down to kiss her first, he stepped between her wide open legs and reached under her ass, lifting her once again weeping pussy up a bit, angling her.  He was so hard, his missile needed no additional guidance to be able to penetrate her.  Just for fun, and just because he was Michael, he swiveled his hips a couple of more times, causing his hot head to rub against her. Desperately trying to assuage her increasing need to feel all of him inside, she angled herself in a way that would force penetration. He stilled his movement.  God, he could be so frustrating!

“Will you hold still?”

Did he have to giggle as if this was great fun? She was dying here!

“Will you fuck me already?” Lisa glared up at him.

“Will you be patient?”

She was so frigging done being patient!

Lisa reached up and around him, pulling his ass into her with force, as her legs came off the table and locked around his waist.  The movement forced him into her and, after moaning, she smiled up at him victoriously. Michael laughed and moved his hips in slow, torturous motion inside her, making her legs hold him even closer. Ok, now she got him, but she still needed more…so much more…

“Michael…,” she whimpered.

“What?” he was still laughing. “You got me inside, isn’t that what you wanted? Now what, pushy broad?”

“Move…” Lisa pouted, trying desperately to chase the high building to a point, then plateauing due to his crazy ass holding out on her.

He stilled and switched direction, holding her ass still with his hands, driving her absolutely crazy. 

“What? I am moving.”

“Michael…please…I need…”  The fire was licking at her, the crazy feelings were tightening and quickening.  And Michael knew how to push all the buttons and pull all the levers. 

“You got what you need. You said you wanted me inside- you forced that. Now what?”

Oh, he was good, but she knew it also cost him to hold back like that.  She noticed the sweat on his porcelain skin and saw the erratic fluttering of his chest. 

Maybe if she changed her tune from demanding to begging. 

“Fuck me, baby…come on…I feel you..you are so hard…you wanna cum so badly…give me that hot stream, I wanna see you lose it…”  Saying those words, intent to cause him to surrender control made her remember they weren’t using protection.  Shit… 

Michael blinked and she noticed the same thought might have occurred to him.

He swallowed hard. “You want me to…stop…and…get…something…?”

God, she really admired his control and his respect for her wishes.

No, she was on the pill.  And she always used protection with any other partners.  She hoped to God he had used some with his…that woman…and that she was clean.  But no, the last thing she wanted right now was to have him leave her.  It was crazy and it was irresponsible…and she didn’t give a shit.

Lisa squeezed him hard with her internal muscles, making him moan.  She shook her head, then reclined on the desk, one hand reaching for her breast and pulling her nipple, the other reaching down to her aching core, touching her clit.

“Holy shit…” And with that, Michael gave up all pretense of being able to go slow.  He reached around and found her ankles, freeing himself from the deathgrip of her legs.  Holding them up in a large V, he held her open for him, withdrawing at the same time, then slamming back into her so hard she screamed his name. 

“You asked for it- you better hold on, girl..”

Her hands shot back to the edge of the desk, afraid she’d fly off as he fucked her into another universe.  God, she became reduced to a whimpering, fluttering, puddle of pure sensation, passion, lust, and love as he transported her to the edges of the universe.  Losing all count of time, Lisa only existed in the measurement of her pleasure as she followed the tightening spiral of fire.

“Fuck, girl, …I don’t know….how…much..more…oh, God…” 

Her eyes flew open and she stared at the glistening, gilded God dancing against her body.  His face was contorted in pleasure and he was breathing so hard, his teeth dug into his lower lip, his eyes squeezed shut. 

“Michael, oh fuck….oh my God….so close….”

Changing things up one more time, making her almost pass out, he put her feet back on the edge of the desk and again lifted her ass up off the table.  Lisa raised one leg to hold on to his hips, allowing him to bring her against him with one hand only. With the other, he reached down to where he ploughed into her still, tracing her opening, and finally rubbing her clit, causing her to freeze, then contract around him, screaming his name over and over as the most mind-blowing, paralyzing, pernicious, and yet restoring surge of pure emotion and delight held her in some otherworldly spell.

“Lisa…look at me…look at me girl….I can’t…fucking hell…oh shit, I’m coming..oh Christ…” Michael had not eased up on the fervor of his onslaught, and she felt his cock expanding and jerking in her before he froze.   

"Let go, Daddy, it's ok...give it to me. I gotcha..."

Their eyes connected, and as he tensed and stilled for a moment, she thought she could almost feel that passionate, black light radiating from his very soul, warming and filling her with the same deluge released into her body. 

He called out her name over and over, as he continued to spasm, emptying his hot seed into her, still clutching her to him.  Finally, he broke eye contact and, putting her down onto the desk surface gently, he leaned down, his forehead touching hers, moans still tumbling from his lips.  Lisa buried her hands in his hair and held him to her, her legs, coming to grab him around the waist again, intent to not surrender contact.  Every single one of his aftershocks made her shiver and sigh against him, and they spent long, timeless moments, suspended in their own, secure cocoon.  Both their breathing was frantic.  Michael, his eyes still closed, started to kiss Lisa lightly, and she responded with soft sounds, returning his caresses, tasting the sweet pleasure on his tongue.

God- she never wanted this to end.  Michael’s hands framed her face and they both opened their eyes at the same time.  The fragile moment hung between them like a new born creation in need of nurturing and protection.  Their eyes connected, the quiet communication between their souls was unreadable to any rational thoughts or words.  And yet, Lisa knew she had never been understood more completely.

“Hey…” His fingers lightly traced her cheek and jawline, then brushed hair from her moist forehead.  Shit- this had been quite a workout.  Her heart hammered in her tight chest. “Are you ok?”

She smiled up at him shyly.  OK?  Oh man, that so was an understatement. 

“Yeah, I’m pretty sure I am.  Just a bit dizzy right now...”

“Sorry, if I was…you know...wild...but….shit…I want you so much…” How she loved when he turned soft and almost shy like this in the afterglow of their lovemaking.

“Well, as you might have noticed, the feeling was quite mutual.”

“Yeah?” 

An insecure smile, a raised eyebrow…  Did he really not know?

“Yeah!”

Now a glowing, happy, unguarded grin was her reward. Her heart expanded.

He kissed he again.  “Lisa?”

Lisa nuzzled his neck and hid her face, inhaling the heady scent of Michael and lust..and love. “Yeah?”

“Imma gonna pick you up, kay? Cause my back hurts like this…”

Lisa laughed, and felt his semi hard penis jumping inside her, causing him to cringe…

“And picking me up will not hurt? You could just pull out and I…I think…I might be able to move…maybe…”

Michael moved his head and smiled down at her smugly.  God- he was such a man- a gorgeous, crazy man, with every reason to feel very full of himself.  Since she was still utterly full of him…in more ways than one.

“Naw…I don’t wanna. Not yet.”

Well, good- because really, she was in no rush to surrender their physical connection, either. Michael grabbed a hold of her, and- still staying buried inside- carried her to the couch. God, the resulting touches on her sensitive parts were heavenly torture. She held on tightly and made a little sound of pleasure, making him giggle.

“Baby…we’re making a mess. I’m dripping out…Guess, we’ll need to clean up…later…”

Yes, she had felt him seeping from her and was strangely turned on again by the thought of their mixed juices.  God, this man turned her into this crazy freak.  And she didn’t even mind.

He settled on the couch, Lisa in his lap, her arms coming to rest around him as she sank weakly against his chest.

“Now, wasn’t that better than you going solo?”  She kissed his chest, tasting his salty flavor, smiling against his skin.

“You could simply ignore that you know what was going on, you know?”  Michael kissed her head and played with her hair.

“Oh, ok, sorry…” Lisa continued kissing his torso, and bent a bit to have better access to his nipples. 

“Girl…watch it…”  She felt a stirring inside.  Oh yeah.  He was not holding all the power here…

“What? Just wanna make sure you don’t have to think about going solo again later…”

“Fat chance.  I ain’t letting you out of my bed- ever again.”

Lisa thought that the Missis would have thing or two to say about that, but chose to simply smile and keep playing with his nipple, switching to little bites now.  She didn’t want that woman anywhere near his mind. And she was going to make sure she wouldn’t be near any other parts of him.  Deb better buy herself a nice collection of toys. 

“Oh yeah? I might have to be in my bed. You know the kids might need me.”

“Ok, I’ll be in your bed then. No more of that sleeping alone crap.”

“Michael…I don’t want them confused, okay?” Lisa turned serious now.

“They won’t be. They understand sleepovers.”

Lisa laughed. “Not this kind of sleepover…”

“We’ll figure it out...  Lisa, about the protection issue. I’m sorry- I didn’t even think. My head wasn’t working…not that head anyway…” He gave her a lopsided grin, and she pulled his head down into a playful kiss.

“It’s ok- I’m on the pill.  And..ah…I've been safe…otherwise…” She was not able to look him in the eyes, but caught the tightening in his jaw line.  Shit, she basically had admitted to having had sex with someone since him. But heck- did he really expect she had been celibate since that last crazy session in Australia?

“Yeah…same here.” 

Ok, payback was a bitch.  That stung.  Who else had he been with other than his wife?  Would he do that? Would he fuck around on her?  Well, shit- that was what he was doing now.  But this was different, wasn’t it? And hey, if he used protection with Deb, maybe that meant no more babies were planned.  He got his wish, after all.

“Okay then… But maybe…I mean, if – or when- we do it again… “

Given that he was still inside her and had started to grow again, it seemed to be a reasonable assumption. “Maybe we should use something. You know…to make sure there are no accidents.”

Shit, what she wouldn’t give for one of those right now- even though, of course, she knew a child would not be a good idea, and would not solve anything. They still had to overcome his baby with Deb…

“Whatever you wanna do, Lisa…,” was his flat answer.  Shit… What a strange conversation to have, given his cock was still inside her- very much sans protection.

“Michael- I mean, don’t be upset. We still haven’t talked and I …I don’t know what’s going on. Other than, I think we can stop insisting we are just friends.” She shot him a lopsided grin and he raised his head, giving her a little smirk in return.

“Yeah…that’s the one clear thing.  So, how ‘bout we worry about all this other crap later. I mean, maybe we should get some sleep first and…” His hand caressed her cheek, then his slender finger decided, totally innocently of course, to take a trip over her jaw line to her mouth, down her neck to her collarbone, arriving at her breast, starting to play with her nipples.  The touch was very light and innocent at first, before he pulled and tweaked the rosy, constricting peak harder, unleashing the internal butterflies with that growing key inside her body.  Sleep, hm? 

Lisa moved her hips on him, causing him to moan before he kissed her with growing urgency.

“Lisa, baby, let’s make the best of what we have now. While I have you here, with me, where you belong…Where I need you to be…so badly…Love me…”

God, as if she even had a choice.  She did love him- with all her heart.  The question was, did she still belong with him?  But, as long as his kisses kept her breathing, and the beating of his heart against her sustained her life, nothing else mattered.  They had made such a mess, but hey- messes could be cleaned up.  Sure, there was his stupid sham of a marriage, but if he was honest about it, and willing to end it, maybe this could be the start to a whole new beginning.

(to be continued)

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