Mister Nobody – Part 18 | I am folded and unfolded and unfolding

Sighing, Michael dropped his head back against the backrest of the couch and closed his eyes. Keeping his eyes closed, he kept playing with a strand of Lisa’s hair, twirling it in between his fingers, smoothing it down, enjoying the soft texture. It was incredible how the subtlest tactile sensations could bring back memories that seemed forgotten, stored in an inaccessible mental drawer.

As he tried to relax both his body and spirit, after having said goodbye to his family that, at the moment, was flying back to the States, Lisa had snuggled against him. She had placed a hand over his chest, on his heart, comforting him with her mere presence. She didn’t need to say anything.

Michael suddenly remembered the feeling of complete peace and accomplishment that had overcome him after making love to her for the first time. So many years earlier.

His eyes still closed, the feeling of Lisa’s hair against his fingertips, he recalled doing the same thing while in bed with her, completely swept away after their first night together. It had been so unexpected.

The soothing memory felt like a balm after the sadness that had accompanied the momentary departure from his family, and Michael jumped into it headfirst.

Their very first time. Oh, the media had been so invested in finding out where it had been, when, and how. But they had been late, and the truth was that he and Lisa had been sneaky enough to keep things quiet as long as necessary.

It hadn’t happened at the Trump Towers, around the time of their wedding. In fact, it had happened quite sometime earlier, in Neverland. Way before his interview with Oprah, way before those false allegations started to dismantle his life, piece by piece. Way before everyone noticed anything, even though an article published on the Globe, at the end of the Eighties, had hinted at Michael’s friendship with Elvis’ daughter while she was pregnant with Riley.

The newspaper had reported on Lisa’s visit to his ranch during one of the lowest points of her marriage to Danny. Strangely enough, among the usual exaggerations and bullshit, some details had been spot-on.

Neverland, Spring 1990

Michael didn’t wait for Lisa to arrive at the main house. He started walking down the road leading to the front gates and slowed down when he saw her car approaching. He smiled and waved his hand, even though it was getting dark and the headlights didn’t allow him to see her face.

The car pulled over, went quiet, and the driver’s door opened. Lisa stepped out and smiled widely.

“Hey… thanks for having me on such short notice!”

Michael shrugged sheepishly and walked over to her, opening his arms and pulling her into a hug. The contact was not in the least awkward – in fact, it felt warm and right, just like their long conversations over the phone. Those had started more than a year earlier, after they had first reconnected at John’s wedding. Their friendly meetings had been way more sporadic but appreciated by both.

When earlier that day Lisa had called asking him if she could spend some time at the ranch, he had immediately agreed. He was home alone, with nothing to do, and didn’t mind some company. Plus, he liked Lisa. He liked her straightforward, no-nonsense attitude. It was a breath of fresh air and gave him a sense of normalcy that was completely missing in his life. The fact that she was also so easy on the eyes was a welcome addition, although he had never dared acting anything but friendly with her. 

“Uhm, let me take Riley.” Lisa pulled back, and Michael smiled when he heard the baby babbling from the backseat.

“Here… Let me help you.”

He took the bag from Lisa’s hands and noticed some diapers and a couple of baby bottles inside. She watched as Lisa bent over to free Riley from her baby seat and his eyes lingered on her amazing ass for a second. He averted his gaze.

“Say hi to Michael,” Lisa took Riley’s small, chubby hand and moved it up and down towards him and he reached out, letting the baby grab his finger.

“Hi, Ri! Wow, she’s getting so big!”

“I know, right?”

“Yeah… let’s go. It’s getting cold out here.”

“Uh, Michael… you sure it’s not a problem if I spend the night here at the ranch? I truly needed to get away for a day or two.”

“Not a problem at all. There’s enough space for the three of us here.”

Lisa laughed.

“There’s enough space for an army…”

He glanced at her and giggled, happy to have her there.

“Yeah, I know.”

They shared a quiet dinner after making sure Riley was well fed and sleeping comfortably in the baby room that Michael had arranged in one of the guest rooms. He had a virtually endless series of brothers and sisters and cousins and friends continually visiting the ranch with their babies and loved to be prepared. He wanted kids to have everything they needed, and Riley was no exception: plush toys, baby monitors, cribs, fresh sheets, and rattles were all props that he had gladly made available at Neverland. Michael wasn’t always there, and when he was, he mainly spent his time in his quarters – a bedroom that was, in fact, a duplex, with three bathrooms, two bedrooms, a living area, a playroom and everything he needed to unwind and relax. The rest of the mansion was empty all the time, except for the staff, when guests weren’t around. But he loved to have all that space for himself; he liked to know that he was not limited by any visible boundaries if he wanted to go out for a walk.

“So… how bad is it?” Michael sipped his wine.

“What do you mean?” Lisa crossed her legs and watched him.

They had moved to the living area in Michael’s quarters and were relaxing on the couch, near the fireplace, drinking some delicious and costly red wine that he had picked from his cellar.

“I mean… how bad is it with Danny. I don’t think you would have driven all the way over here if things were good…”

He glanced at Lisa, and she stared at her glass, biting her lip. For the umpteenth time he couldn’t help but notice how beautiful she was. It wasn’t only the resemblance with her father that had always struck Michael, but something unique, and that just belonged to her. Maybe it was something about those cerulean eyes that seemed to change from deep blue to aqua green, following the light and her emotions. They held the reflection of some ancient loneliness. Hers looked like some sort of never soothed pain that made her look way wiser than her young age.

“Is it as bad as it was last year?” Michael felt his cheeks blush. He was not sure he should be so inquisitive and hoped Lisa would tell him to back off if he crossed any boundaries.

“Yes. No. I don’t know…” She sighed and rubbed her forehead, then gulped down her wine and fixed her eyes on the flames in the fireplace. “I am not sure if this life I’m living is something I have chosen for myself or…”

“…Or something someone else has chosen for you,” Michael stated calmly.

Lisa nodded.

“Yeah.”

“And who would that be?”

“That’s a good question. My mom… The church… everyone. I don’t know. Sometimes I feel like I’m doing what everyone expects me to do, not what I really want. It’s just so confusing.”

Silence enveloped them both for a few minutes.

“Let me be clear… It’s not that I don’t love Danny. I do. It’s just… Sometimes I just feel I’m going through the motions. And I don’t remember if it has always been this way or if it used to be different, once. Riley is the only thing that keeps me sane.”

Michael placed his glass on the coffee table and stared at the baby monitor for a moment. The baby was sleeping soundly. He turned sideways on the couch to take a good look at Lisa and didn’t interrupt her.

“Maybe I shouldn’t have gotten married. It was probably too soon,” she murmured as if she was talking to herself.

“Why not? You just said you love Danny.”

“Yeah,” Lisa finally turned to look at Michael in the eyes. “I do. But I don’t feel I’m in love with him. I love him as a friend. I like him as a partner. He is a good father to Riley. I like the routine of married life, the sense of security it gives me. But at the same time, I know that shouldn’t be the reason why you get married in the first place.”

“I wish I could give you some good piece of advice, but I’m afraid I’m not equipped in that department…” Michael gave her a lopsided smile, and she laughed.

“Yeah. You’re free as a bird.”

“More or less,” he tilted his head and poured himself another glass of wine. He glanced up at Lisa. “You want?”

“Sure. Thank you.”

He refilled her glass and, when he handed it to her, their fingers touched for a moment. Michael blinked and could swear that Lisa did just the same.

“What do you think marriage should be about?”

Lisa raked her hand through her hair.

“Deep love. Passion. Trust. Support. Mutual understanding. Chemistry… I guess.”

“And you don’t think you have that, with Danny.”

“I thought I did, and maybe once it was just that way. But now I’m not so sure anymore. Every emotion, every sensation feels dull. Like an old, brown suit that makes you look older than your real age.”

Michael laughed.

“That’s a pretty appropriate simile.”

Lisa smiled and pushed him lightly.

“Glad it satisfies you, mister Sophisticated.”

They stared at each other and Lisa noticed how dark and soulful Michael’s eyes looked in the dimly lit room. He indeed had stunning eyes. And a beautiful smile. And he always smelled amazing. Something inexplicable rose in the pit of her stomach, and she tried to silence it with another sip of wine. The feeling kept humming in the background of her soul.

“So, what are you gonna do now?” He asked softly, his head resting in his hand.

“That’s another million-dollar question. I wish I were different… better than this.  I’m sure things would work out just fine.”

He frowned.

“Lisa, there’s nothing wrong with you.”

“Yes. Yes, there is.”

“Not at all.” He raised his eyebrows and reached over, touching her knee for a moment. “You’re smart, and funny, and good-hearted, and generous… you’re gorgeous and – I mean… There’s absolutely nothing wrong with you. Danny is a very lucky man… In fact, I’m a bit jealous of him.”

Lisa snorted and pretended to ignore his last comment. It made her feel a bit giddy, and she didn’t know why.

“Believe me… he doesn’t feel that way. He is as unhappy in this marriage as I am.”

Michael let out a long sigh.

“Well then… You don’t have to do something you don’t wanna do. You know that, right?”

She didn’t look convinced at all.

“I guess.”

He turned to her fully and placed his hands on his thighs, straightening his back.

“OK. What would you like to do? Tell me”

“I already told you.”

“No, you told me you don’t know what you’re gonna do. I’m asking you what you wanna do. It’s different.”

She studied him for a moment, biting the inside of her cheek.

“I just want to feel. Sometimes I wonder what you feel, when you’re on stage, in front of that ocean of people. I’d love to feel emotions so strong and deep that I can’t even breathe anymore,”

He smiled.

“I can take you on stage with me if you want.”

Lisa burst out laughing.

“No way! I’m too shy for that. I didn’t mean that I want to be like you… I meant that I need to feel something… intense. I think I’ve completely forgotten about that.”

“It is intense, you know?”

“Yeah, I can tell. I saw you on TV during your last tour. You change completely when you’re performing.”

She suddenly remembered watching him in the news. He looked superhuman. So talented. Drenched in sweat. Mesmerizing.

“That’s because I don’t think. I just feel.”

“See? That’s exactly the point.”

“The soul has been given its own ears to hear things the mind does not understand,” Michael mused, and Lisa raised her eyebrow.

“Wow, are you quoting Rumi, now? You trying to impress me?”

He stared at her, sincerely surprised.

“You know Rumi?”

She twirled a strand of hair with her fingers and rolled her eyes.

“Of course I do. You’re not the only bookworm here…”

Michael smiled, just slightly, as they stared at each other.

“Well, clearly not… And I gotta say, it suits you. There are just so many layers of you…”

“You think you got me all figured out, huh?”

She kind of hoped her sarcastic tone would break the spell, because of a sudden she felt confused.

Were they flirting?

“I don’t know.” Michael shrugged slightly. “But I’d certainly love to…”

Lisa just kept staring at him, drowning in his eyes without even realizing it.

“You should just do what you feel is right for you,” he murmured, then swallowed when he realized that his gaze had fallen on her lips.

The proximity of her body allowed him to feel her warmth. His body was turned to hers and his knee brushed against her leg. It felt as if the air around them had thickened.

Lisa looked just as entranced.

She tilted her head to a side, ever so slightly, and her hand came to rest over his on the backrest of the couch. Michael’s heartbeat started to race.

“Michael, I…”

He entwined his fingers with hers and she gasped, imperceptibly. With the usual fluidity that characterized all his movements, and without even thinking, he scooted closer. Her blue eyes felt like an irresistible call. Something he could not ignore.

Lisa stroked the back of his hand with her thumb. Slowly, rhythmically.

“I, uhm…” He bit down on his lower lip. “…I should probably let you go to sleep.”

“Yeah… You should.” She stared at his mouth.

“OK… Then… Goodnight, Lise.”

Yet he didn’t pull away. He moved closer. Lisa angled her head, her eyes hooded. And he knew that she would not reject him.

“Goodnight, Mike.”

His mind shut off entirely and he closed the gap that separated them. It fetl like moving underwater

His lips touched hers and, immediately, Lisa’s hand came to cradle his cheek. Soft pecks, light kisses on the lips. They both kept their eyes open, surprised and amazed at what was happening and, at least for the time being, unable to stop it.

Lisa felt as if she was observing herself from the outside. For a moment, it truly felt like an extra-corporeal experience. But the accelerated beating of her heart, the sense of dizziness swirling deep in the pit of her stomach, the sudden warmth in between her legs were all physical sensations. There was no doubt about that. And yes, they were intense. They were not dull. Not at all.

She would have never expected to be looking at Michael… like that. And yet it felt so right. He felt so right and so good. She closed her eyes and sighed against his lips. They were soft and full, amazing to the touch. When the tip of his tongue grazed her bottom lip, she felt a shiver run down her spine and opened up to him, her fingers raking through his hair. She angled her head and kissed him slowly, their tongues finally exploring one another, stroking and enticing. She heard him groan in a grave tone and the sound reached her straight in between her legs.

Michael’s strong hands were cupping her face, his fingers were caressing her skin with incredible tenderness. Lisa couldn’t help but notice how sweet and gentle he was, and yet there was something else – something that lay beneath, a simmering passion, a blistering fire that he could barely restrain. The rawest, more primal part of her wished to unleash whatever it was that he fiercely protected behind the thick curtains of his most intimate self.

She already knew that the man-child persona he liked to present publicly was not at all who he was behind closed doors. Or, better said, that was only a tiny piece of him. He was a complicated, complex man, a kaleidoscope of colors and shades, and the childlike part was just one of his many faces. By getting to know him, Lisa had quickly understood that behind the shy, introverted surface lay a very alpha male core. Mike had not fought his way to the top by being a wimp. There was nothing weak, cowardly or ineffectual about him. In fact, it was just the opposite: his iron core was made of intelligence, determination, perceptiveness, and some rough edges that Lisa liked quite a lot because they made him human. At the same time, he was honestly kind-hearted, gentle and empathetic, a pure soul. And now, another part was emerging, leaving her breathless.

The way he kissed her. Lisa did not remember having ever been kissed that way. She didn’t remember reaching such a level of arousal just by kissing someone. How many times was she going to be surprised by this man?

He finally pulled back, his breath uneven. He blinked and swallowed, still caressing her face.

“I’m sorry… Maybe I shouldn’t have.”

His eyes said something different. They told her that he wanted everything that was happening.

Her eyes dazed, Lisa just shook her head and pulled him to her, their lips connecting once again. Their kiss was deep and passionate this time, and Michael seemed to forget about every doubt and hesitation. She was married, that was true, and he had always respected that. But she also had been very clear with him: she was unhappy. She had been for a long time. One year earlier they had spent several days together, when she was still pregnant with Riley and, even back then, her relationship with Danny had been literally in shambles. Michael was not in the position to blame or judge her for wanting some space, some freedom, some emotion for herself.

Plus, he had to be honest: he had liked her since she had met her again at John’s wedding. She was beautiful and sexy, smart, genuinely fascinating. He was attracted to her. His body reacted whenever she was close to him, and it was something that he could not control. At that moment, he didn’t even want to.

She scooted closer to him, and he felt her breasts brush against his chest. His penis stirred in his pants and he sighed, letting go of her lips and leaving a trail of kisses on her cheeks, her throat. When she leaned her head back and moaned, his ears buzzed and he closed his eyes, his tongue licking the hollow of her neck, sucking on her soft skin.

“Michael…”

His name barely left her lips.

“Lisa…”

He spoke against her hot skin, in a ragged, throaty whisper. His hands clasped her waist and he looked up at her. He waited until she finally opened those eyes that looked like bright blue pools and stared back at him.

“You better stop me now, or…”

“Or…?” She put her fingers to his lips, gently. She wasn’t teasing him. She was serious.

Michael kissed her fingertips and she closed her eyes again for a second.

“…Or I’m afraid I’m gonna lose my mind.”

Lisa bit her lip.

“What if I don’t want you to stop?” Her voice sounded restrained but fragile, like glass.

He shook his head. He didn’t have an answer to that. She cradled his face in her warm hands.

“What if I wanted to lose my mind with you? If I asked you to forget about everything, just for tonight? To just… make me feel…”

What Michael was not sure she realized was how much she affected him. She was not the only one who wanted to feel, to get swept away by that uncontrollable passion, to relinquish all control and only do what felt right, pushing every second thought aside. At least for once.

Her fingertips traced the side of his face, and her mysterious blue eyes pushed him into the abyss with one last tiny shove.

“Make me feel, Michael…”

The rational part of his mind just shut down. He pulled her closer and their lips collided once again, dancing a dance that they already knew by heart. The immediate chemistry made her feel as if she was floating underwater. His body, so new and so familiar at the same time, was the magnet and she was the quicksilver, liquefying and changing her shape under his pull. She found herself straddling him, her hands on his broad shoulders, her fingers spreading on his chest and sliding down his stomach. His taut, strong muscles twitched under her touch and she sighed into his mouth, feeling his hands touch the naked skin of her back, under the sweater.

This was madness. And nothing had ever felt so right.

 As her heartbeat raced in her chest and the oxygen constricted in her lungs, she suddenly realized the insane level of attraction she felt for this man. And he was still completely clothed!

For a second, Lisa wondered if her perception was somehow altered by the fact that, after having given birth to Riley, she had barely let Danny touch her again. And those rare times had been meh at their best and downright godawful at their worst. She and Danny had no chemistry, no rhythm, no passion, no synchronicity.

Yeah, maybe she just needed a good fuck. And Michael, with his beautiful, athletic dancer’s body and out-of-this-world energy, felt just perfect.

And yet, there was also something else. Something in the way he looked at her, in the way he touched her – as if she was a precious thing. She was not sure she had ever experienced anything similar before. But then again – had she ever met anyone like Michael? He was unique. One of a kind, really.

Her stream of consciousness reached a sudden halt when his fingers unzipped her sweater, and his scorching hot lips reached her collarbone, kissing and nibbling. Then, his hands moved on her hips, stroking her through her pants in seductive, circular motions. The fabric felt like sweet torture and she clung to his shoulders, kissing the top of his head and inhaling the scent of his hair.

“Fuck,” she breathed out as her pelvis pushed down on his groin, feeling his erection.

He looked up at her, the last shadow of self-control barely visible in his eyes.

“You sure you wanna do this?”

Lisa swallowed.

“Yeah… Are you?”

Without a word, he grabbed the baby monitor and got up from the couch without letting her go, and she closed her legs around his waist. As they kept kissing, he climbed up the wooden staircase leading to his bedroom. He was way stronger than he looked.

When he finally reached the bed, he sat and kept her in his lap. She immediately started unbuttoning his shirt. He flinched as if caught off guard.

“Wait… wait… let me turn out the light.”

He reached out, trying to reach for the lamp on the nightstand nearby. The room was only dimly lit, and his sudden urgency startled her.

“What? Why?” She was confused. One hand grabbed his arm, stilling his movement, while the other gently turned his face to her.

Michael bit his lips and averted her gaze, recoiling. His face was flushed and the massive erection she felt throbbing and pushing up and into her, barely restrained by his jeans, told her that he wanted this just like she did. What the hell was going on, then?

Then it dawned on her. It was because of the spots. The spots on his skin. She had already noticed them when she had seen him wear a t-shirt. She hadn’t thought much of them, really, and surely they were not a problem now. In fact, they were not a problem at all.

“No… Michael. I want to see you. I need to see you, to feel you.”

His body stiffened, and he kept his eyes stubbornly fixed on the floor.

“Mike… look at me.”

When he didn’t react, she kissed his forehead, his ear, his lips, with gentle pecks, again and again.

“Look at me… please.”

He finally complied with a sigh. His eyes were dark with desire and barely hid his fear and worry.

Lisa bit her lips, hoping she would find the right words to convey how she felt.

“I need to see you. You’re so damn gorgeous… You don’t need to hide. Not from me.”

He winced.

“I’m not. I’m so fucking ugly Lisa. You really don’t wanna see all of me, trust me.”

“No, you trust me.” She cradled his face and tilted it up, intercepting his eyes again. “OK? Just trust me.”

After what felt like forever, she felt him relax against her body and angled her head, kissing him again, softly at first, and then with increasing passion. His hands ran over her back and unclasped her bra, and she took off her sweater. The bra fell in between their bodies, and she threw it on the floor carelessly. Michael smiled. She smiled back at him and finished unbuttoning his shirt, pushing it down his shoulders and finally getting rid of it.

He truly was gorgeous. He had absolutely nothing to hide. If anything, those spots and lines looked like a treasure map on the beautiful, magical island of his body.

As he cupped her breasts, caressing and stroking her nipples, Lisa bent over and started kissing his chest, licking at sucking his skin, leaving a trail of kisses from his pectorals to his collarbone and shoulders. Her fingers raking through his hair, she nibbled at his neck and kissed the perfect line of his jawbone. He moaned.

She pulled his head down to her chest and, when his mouth closed on her nipple, she trembled.

“Shit…”

Instinctively, her hand reached down in between their bodies and finally touched him where he needed her the most. Her nipple still in his mouth, Michael let out a baritone moan that almost pushed Lisa over the edge. He was throbbing and twitching, his penis painfully constrained by the fabric of his jeans. For a second, he feared he would break his fly. He prayed she would help him out quick – because racing to the ER with a bloodied dick before even putting it where it needed to be was not how he wanted the night to end.

He moved his mouth from one nipple to the other and kept stroking her warm flesh, caressing the soft swell of her breasts.

“Damn… you’re just so perfect, Lisa. So beautiful…”

Lying down on his back, he took her with him and kissed her again while his fingers got busy unbuttoning her jeans. He needed more of this. More of her. She mirrored his actions, and they both fumbled with buttons and zippers.

They giggled.

“Wait, let me…”

“Let me help you.”

Forehead against forehead, their breaths uneven and shaky, they somehow managed to push down their respective pants and underwear at the same time, wiggling out of them. Their urgency had become overbearing. Their bodies were calling one another like sirens.

On her hands and knees and still straddling Michael’s body, Lisa reached down blindly and finally took him into her hand. Her eyes snapped open, and she looked down.

“What the…”

He held his breath and stared at her, his hands stilling their movements on her hips.

“What?”

“Holy… shit.”

Lisa whispered the words and raked her fingers through her hair. She looked up at him and then down again and swallowed. Then her grip tightened around his penis, and she started stroking him, applying just the right amount of pressure. He closed his eyes and covered her hand with his own, accompanying her movements, his other hand grabbing her by the back of her neck and pulling her to his mouth.

They kissed and he let go of her hand, finally reaching her in between her legs. Her hips jerked forward when he touched her, his fingers probing and exploring her gently. Yet so thoroughly, with such care that it comforted her.

“You’re… so wet, Lise,” he breathed out against her lips, in between kisses.

He was right. She was. She didn’t remember the last time she had been so turned on. And she was pretty sure that what she was holding in her hand had contributed to that, massively. Her whole body tingled in anticipation.

“Yeah… I know… And you’re…” She pulled back slightly and looked at him with a sheepish smirk. “…You’re fucking huge, Michael… shit…”

He blushed and bit his lip, then rolled over, hovering above Lisa’s body. She hadn’t let go of him, and he exhaled slowly, hoping that he would be able to hold off and resist the urge to come right then and there in her hand, like a virgin.

Framing her torso with his hands, he kissed down her neck to her breasts, then to her stomach and belly, loving to have her writhe under his ministrations. He focused on her pelvic bone and sucked on the soft skin there and, by the way her hips undulated against him, her wetness spreading on his skin with each rolling of her pelvis, he knew that she loved what he was doing. Lisa opened her legs and pushed his head down.

She sighed in complete rapture.

“Please… please, kiss me. Take me…”

Michael thought that his heart would jump out of his chest. He rested his palm over her center, her skin scorching hot, and his thumb slid against her, opening her up to his mouth. When his lips closed on her, Lisa moaned out loud and arched her back, and he thought that heaven probably felt just like that.

Lisa’s head was spinning. She felt drunk with lust, with pure, primal, carnal desire. It was like nothing she had ever experienced, and she wondered how it was even possible to have such chemistry with a man she had never even been with before. It was uncanny and yet felt so incredibly predestined. Her body was the master and the slave, the planet and the universe, the taker and the giver of endless sensations and emotions flowing through her like ocean waves. Not for a second she thought that what she and Michael were doing was wrong. Against all the odds and despite the apparently incorrect timing.

His lips, his tongue, his fingers on her, inside of her were like a paintbrush on a canvas, and she became a watercolor in his hands. When she came, it was hard and almost painful, and she bit down on the back of her hand, her other hand still pressing his head down and against her pulsing core.

He slid up on her body, and they kissed and kissed, Lisa’s hips arching up and sliding against him. They rolled over and she found herself draped over his torso. There was nothing more that she wanted than having him inside.

As she reached down and started stroking him again, all the while rubbing him against her core, Michael’s eyes snapped open.

“Wait…”

Lisa groaned.

“Lise… I… I’m afraid I don’t have any condoms” His voice sounded strained. Talking had become difficult for him.

“What?” Her rational mind desperately tried to push through the fog of her arousal. “How? I mean… why?”

She was totally out of breath.

He rolled his eyes and sighed in frustration.

“I don’t… I mean, I’ve never had any company here… and…”

Words failed him and her head dropped, her forehead resting on his chest for a moment.

Unbelievable! This sex god didn’t have a rubber! She guessed that he was not a womanizer, after all, despite his natural talent in the sheets.

“…And you don’t have the necessaire…” She snorted. “I can’t believe it.”

“I guess not…” His breath was quick and uneven.

Maybe that was a sign. Perhaps they should just stop there and forget about it all. She could just go to bed and pretend nothing had happened, that it was all just a dream. A sultry, hot, wet, forbidden dream.

She raised her head and stared at him.

“Are you… clean?”

Michael blinked and frowned.

“You mean healthy? Yeah…” He realized what she meant, and his expression turned hopeful. “…Yes, I’m clean. Are you?”

Lisa smiled breathlessly. Her hand was still holding his dick. She stroked him one more time, slowly, and he swallowed.

“Yeah, of course… And I’m also on the pill… so… if you feel like it…”

“We should be safe…”

“Yeah… Totally safe…”

He hesitated for just a millisecond. Then, he grabbed her head and pulled her down to him, claiming her lips once again, his tongue entering her mouth aggressively. She responded without any restraint and they just let go.  

Lisa took care of him, kissing him thoroughly all over his body –his shoulders and chest, his stomach, the taut muscles of his lower abdomen. As her hand kept setting the rhythm on him, she just stared in amazement at his manhood. He looked perfect, so beautiful. Looking up at him and drowning in his eyes, she took him into her mouth and moaned when she saw his eyelids close in pure ecstasy. She was acting out of pure instinct. It was desire.

“Fuck… Lise…” His fingers were in her hair, caressing and stroking.

She let go of him for a moment and slowly ran her tongue over the soft skin covering the iron core.

“You taste like heaven… God, you’re just so gorgeous, Michael.”

“No… no, you are,” he barely replied in between gritted teeth as she went down on him again. And she really was. So beautiful and sexy. Drop-dead gorgeous. A goddess in his bed, draped all over him. It was magic. And he had never felt anything like it.

When he realized that he was on the verge of losing his mind, he somehow managed to pull her up and into his lap, kissing her lips, tasting himself in her mouth. He sat up and she wrapped her arms around his neck, her hips undulating against him.

He positioned himself at her center and stared into her eyes. When he spoke, he did so in a calm, gentle manner.

“You ready? You really want this?”

“Yeah… I do…” She smiled again. “But it’s best if you let me do it… you’re not exactly little.”

“OK…”

She lowered herself on his body, taking him into her searing hotness inch by inch, in agonizingly slow motion, and he watched her flinch in pleasure and pain. His heart thumped in his throat like a drum machine.

“Shit…”

“You OK?”

“Yeah… Goddamnit, Michael…”

He felt as if invisible hands were pressing on his temples as he sunk into her body. She was tight, hot, heavenly. Being inside of her felt like home.

“Move… Mike, move, for heaven’s sake…”

She threw her head back as he finally pushed up, filling her entirely. Drowning in her.

They both moaned out loud, and Lisa’s head bounced forward, her forehead resting against his. Their eyes locked.

“Keep moving… please… Take me. Give it to me.”

“Damn…”

He placed his hands on her waist and kept her body slightly hoisted over his. Then he started to push and thrust into her, alternating straight, deep jabs with rotating movements, reaching each and every spot inside of her. Lisa’s mouth opened, and her breath came out in gasps.

He kept a slow, steady rhythm, allowing her body to adapt and stretch under his movements, to get used to his size. He never broke eye-contact.

“Lise… You feel… so… fucking… good, ” he moaned in between kisses.

Lisa bit down on his shoulder as he gave her a couple of faster, deeper thrusts. A second later, she began to shake and tremble against him, climaxing hard. Michael took in a long breath, letting her ride her wave and at the same time trying hard to keep control over his own body.

Just a little more of this. Hold it. Hold on a little longer. Make it last.

Taking her with him, he shifted their positions and lay her on her back, one hand holding her ass, the other one resting on the mattress, supporting his own body and giving him the leverage he needed. As he started to move again their bodies found their rhythm and synchronicity as if they had been united like that forever, and she placed her hand on his chest, right on his heart, feeling his heartbeat getting faster and faster.

They never stopped looking at each other and Lisa fought hard to suppress feelings that had absolutely nothing to do with the intense physical pleasure she was experiencing.

When she felt him throb inside of her and he squeezed his eyes shut, his body jerking and shuddering, she knew that he couldn’t wait any longer. Instinctively, Michael started to withdraw from her body, and Lisa’s legs squeezed him, keeping him where he was. She was not going to let this man finish on his own.

“No… no… stay…” She panted. “Stay with me.”

“I’m gonna come hard, baby… I can’t hold on any longer…”

“I know… It’s OK…” She felt that familiar heat in her belly, like a bullet igniting in her brain and going straight to her core. There was nothing she could do to stop it. She was going to come with him and she wanted him. “Just don’t pull back…”

Michael’s eyes widened, and then he winced, his thrusts so violent and vehement that Lisa’s small frame shifted on the mattress. They came together with such ferocity that they both cried out. Feeling him release into her, again and again, was one of the most intimate and incredible sensations she had ever experienced.

Once again, she thought that making love to him not only had felt right, but had also been inherently right. Something in her heart told her so.

That night, she never left Michael’s bed. They made love again and again, their urgency in trying to defeat the rising dawn unstoppable. Once the sun would be up, they both knew they had to go back to their lives.

The next day, while she was getting ready to drive back home, Lisa let out a long sigh and looked up at him. He had his hands in his pockets and was shifting his weight from one foot to the other.

“OK… I’m gonna go take Riley and then…”

“Yeah…”

He looked down at his own shoes.

“Michael…” She stepped closer to him and rested his hand on his chest, then rose on his tiptoes to kiss him lightly on the lips. “I just want you to know that I can never regret what happened last night.”

He just gave her a sad smile.

“So you’re not willing to forget about it?”

“Why would I?”

“Can we at least… pretend we forgot?” He paused and immediately noticed the pang of pain flashing in her eyes. It hurt him more than he was willing to admit to himself.

“…Until the time is right?” He added then, giving her a crooked smirk.

Lisa’s smile lit up his entire soul.

“Until the time is right.”

Michael glanced down at Lisa. Her eyes were still closed. He stroked her cheek with the back of his finger.

God, even after so many years she was still the most beautiful woman he had ever laid eyes on.

“Lise…”

“Mh…” She opened her eyes slowly, and a bright blue ocean greeted him. She studied him for a second, narrowing her eyes. “What’s going on in that beautiful head of yours, Mike? I see your wheels turning…”.

He smiled. She knew him so well.

“I was thinking about the first time we made love…”

She lifted her head.

“Oh. The first, first time or the second first time?”

He had to chuckle.

“The first, first time.”

Lisa bit her lip and leaned up, kissing him softly on the mouth, her fingers stroking his beard.

“I see… the one when, afterward, I decided that it was OK to just go back home and pretend all was good and peachy” She paused and then repeated the exact words that she had said back then. “Until the time was right…”

“Yeah… That time.”

She kept caressing his face.

“Have I ever told you how many tears I’ve shed while driving back?”

“No…” He started massaging her shoulder and pulled her even closer to his body.

“Yeah, well… I was fooling myself thinking it could be just a casual thing…”

“We were both young and kinda inexperienced at that time. But I’m sorry you cried, baby.”

“It’s OK. Thank God the second first time was way better…”

“What do you remember about it?”

“Everything.”

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