Mr. Nobody Special Collection | To the (mini)moon and back – Part 1

Author’s note

This is the first part of a short story strictly connected to a longer story that recently ended, and that is titled “Mister Nobody”. It belongs to the same storyline. Therefore, if you haven’t read that story first, you might hardly understand the hows and whys of what is going on here. You can find the list of the chapters by clicking here. 

I hope you will enjoy this short interlude that takes place right at the end of Chapter 38.

Thanks for reading.

To the (mini)moon and back – Part 1

Highlands, Scotland – June 2018

She took her time, just watching him. Leaning against the door frame, a cup of coffee in her hand, close to her lips. She inhaled the scent of her drink but her eyes stayed fixed on him. She wished he could see himself the way she saw him. It was an old wish that had accompanied her for years when they were younger, when they had fallen in love, while they were married the first time. Through all the pain, the despair, the lows that had followed their temporary separation – long, yes, but thankfully not eternal – that wish had never changed. In her eyes, he was gorgeous. He always had been.

Thinking about it now, she wished she could just turn back time and go back to those years, when they were younger and not as wise as they were now. When they thought they had all the time in the world, not really understanding that the only time they had the chance not to waste was that time. Although their story ran way deeper and longer than many chose to believe and that many could comprehend, it was true that at times they had let days, months and even years go by without bothering too much. When you are young you think you are going to stay young forever. When you have plenty of time in your hands you don’t realize that your hands are nothing but an hourglass and years tend to slip through your fingers, like sand.

She felt they had been able to turn the hourglass just in the nick of time. Not a moment too soon, and almost too late anyway. And she knew she would never underestimate time again. Not when it came to him, not when it came to the two of them.

Her feet naked, her body wrapped only in a satin robe, she quietly walked over to the bed and placed the cup of coffee on the nightstand, then lay down, by his side. She pulled her knees up to her torso and circled them with her arms, already missing the warmth and weight of his body on top of hers. It had been a long night and it was now time to go back home. To their lives. To their son, their beautiful baby boy. To their second chance at love.

They had spent almost the entire night awake, after having dinner at a nearby restaurant and experiencing something they had not done in ages: some role-playing. It had been fun, pretending not to know him, letting him woo her, seeing him turn his charm on. Not that he needed to do much to take her to bed, really. The moment they had met again as adults, she had been his – whether she had realized it right away or not. Anyway, once they were back to the beautiful house they had rented for their special weekend – or, as she had named it, their “mini-honeymoon” – the game hadn’t taken long to end. It was clear that he preferred to just be himself and she did too. They reveled in being married again, they were giddy and ecstatic about it.

They had spent the following hours making love, talking, playing and making love again. She had laughed at him being a goofball while he paraded naked on the patio like the silly man he could be and he had laughed with her about things only the two of them found funny. They had talked about nothing and everything while immersed in the hot water on the swimming pool, outside. They had shared a glass of wine, just enjoying the quietness of the night. Perfectly in sync, entirely in tune, the way it was supposed to be, the way they once were, the way their spirits always had been, the way they had allowed themselves to be again. Finally. Gloriously.

Right now, as she once again turned her head to look at him, Lisa realized she missed seeing his eyes staring back at her. But he was finally asleep and she was not going to wake him up. His sleep was precious to her, and it was always a great occasion to study him. Something she couldn’t avoid doing since his return. Because she knew that a part of her would never recover from the trauma of losing him forever, and the only medicine were her senses, giving her soul the confirmation it needed: he was, indeed, there. Alive.

Michael looked so young while he slept and, that morning, he was utterly relaxed. Naked, lying on his back, one hand resting on his taut stomach, his other hand hidden under the pillow. The white sheets barely covering him at the hips. His features were distended and she tilted her head to a side, grinning slightly. The slicked back hairstyle of the night before was gone, and now his curls were wild and all over the place. She loved how their short-medium length allowed them to partly cover his forehead and brush the top of his perfect ears when his hair was uncombed. She also loved those gray strands of hair on his temples, his salt and pepper beard, and although he looked definitely younger than his age, probably fifty and not a day older, she was enamored with this mature version of him, just as much as she would find him alluring when he was thirty.

She knew that, at this point and given the circumstances, he would never be allowed to reverse to his old look ever again. But she was more than okay with it. He looked natural and beautiful, and way less preoccupied with his appearance. Still a bit self-conscious, yes, but also finally at peace with himself. And it showed.

His eyebrows rose and a faint smirk appeared on his lips. There it was. She saw him – the young man she had fallen head over heels for, so many years earlier. He was there, hidden in plain sight, for those who could see beyond the appearances. It was all in the small details. His dimples when he smiled, the perfect line of his jaw – his beard and heavier weight could only hide so much.

“You staring at me?” His voice was almost a deep baritone.

Her smile widened, and she raked her fingers through her long hair. She gently touched the side of his face with the back of her forefinger. He stayed still.

“Lise?”

“Yes, Mike?”

“Are you staring at me?”

“How can you know? You’re asleep.”

He grunted and smiled, then stirred. Finally, his eyes opened and Lisa’s heart took a leap in his direction. Black opal irises shining back at her. She couldn’t know that he was thinking about how much her blue-green eyes reminded him of the most perfect sea.

“There. I’m awake now, thanks to you. You were drilling me with that gaze.”

She had to chuckle.

“Daddy, if anything you drilled me all night long with something else.”

He snorted, grabbed her pillow and hid his face in it, and she heard him giggle. He was nuts. And she was in love with him.

“And now you even steal my pillow…” She snatched it away from him and used it to hit him lightly on the head. “Thief.”

Michael glared at her and yawned. “You being so energetic and obnoxious at such an early hour tells me that I didn’t drill you enough…”

Lisa laughed. “Such an early hour? Whatcha talking about, sweetheart? It’s past eleven…” She pushed him, playfully.

He grabbed her hand and pulled her closer.

“Hey!”

“Not my fault if you’re losing track of time, old man. You overslept.”

“I didn’t. I woke up about an hour ago to pee, and now I was just resting my eyes.”

“Bull. You were out like a light.”

Still smirking, he stared at her and shook his head slowly.

“You really are angling for that spanking, baby girl.”

Lisa scooted closer, then sat astride him, running her hands over his naked chest. She noticed how his eyes immediately focused on her bare legs. “You’re right. I’ve been asking for it since last night…” She leaned forward and kissed the skin she had just touched, “…But it looks like you ain’t gonna deliver…”

Apparently she was right, because his hands running over the strong muscles of her thighs were caressing her. Their stroke was firm, but indeed tender. One of his hands reached her ass and cupped it, while the other undid the belt of her robe and, without a word, Lisa took it off.

“So?” She raised an eyebrow and straightened her back, still massaging his solid chest. “You gotta get up, Mike. We gotta go.”

“Where?” He was now shamelessly staring at her breasts.

He was so full of shit. She bit her lip, grinning.

“Home…”

Michael shrugged. “Nah. I told you. It’s early…”

“Baby, I told you it’s past-”

The spanking came the moment she was least expecting it and she gasped. Then melted, her eyes half-closed as she stared at him, the temperature in her body rising, as he lovingly rubbed her butt. Because Michael was genuinely gentle, and always made sure to cause her pleasure, never pain. It was incredible how he still remembered the exact amount of force he needed to turn her on without really hurting her. She had felt the sting of the impact, but it hadn’t been painful. It had been pleasurable and arousing.

“Michael…”

“Yes, baby?” His voice was calm, controlled, his poker face perfectly in place. But his body was betraying him and Lisa, sitting in his lap, could feel how enjoyable this foreplay was for him, too. How long since the last time they had played like that? Years. She couldn’t even remember. But she still knew the rules.

She took a deep breath. “Michael, I said that you gotta get up. It’s starting to get late, and we need to-”

Of course, her words were more than intentional. This time she expected the spanking and she smirked at him when the palm of his hand collided with her butt, again. He still looked serious, but his eyes were laughing. More liquid heat invaded her.

“Are you done?” He asked.

“Hardly.”

She rose onto her knees and pulled the sheets off of him. Of course, he was more than ready for her and realizing it made her feel overcome by joy. And powerful. Knowing that he still wanted her, still desired her, and that their physical connection was as stable and intense as it had always been. Possibly, even more now than ever.

Watching her with a sly smile, Michael entwined his fingers behind his head and relaxed. Or tried to. His biceps flexed in an automatic reflex.

“Hardly? Alright then… let me see what you got.”

“So… are you saying I’m in charge?” Lisa leaned forward, her naked breasts brushing his chest, and kissed him. Her tongue stroking his in smooth, tantalizing motions. She knew he was struggling not to grab her and just take her. But he managed to just take his time, kissing her, loving the feeling of her hands on his face, of her nails gently scraping his head, of her soft moans in his mouth.

When he replied, he did it against her lips, between kisses. “…For now.”

All the while, he reached down, touching her, finding her hot and wet, priming her for what was to come. She loved how his firm voice was accompanied by the gentlest strokes of his fingers. Michael knew that their lovemaking had taxed her the previous night, and now he wanted to make sure she was OK, and that he would not hurt her. His thoughtful, generous, attentive nature, coupled with his domineering sexual attitude was a heady mixture. His physical attributes and endurance completed the picture, creating the most perfect work of art. Lisa had never been able to resist him, body and soul.

Whimpering, she too reached down, covering his bigger hand with her own smaller one and pushing his fingers against her hot, slippery skin, all the while undulating her hips against his touch. Her other hand found him and stroked him slowly for a few, heavenly moments. All the while they kept kissing thoroughly, deeply. His sighs and his accelerated breathing told her that he needed to move things along. He was not the only one. She loved being on top of him, she loved starting their lovemaking that way. Although she adored when Michael dominated her in bed, sometimes being in control for a while was just as arousing. Besides, that position allowed for a variety of exciting sights and sensations for both of them.

Lisa removed his hand, closed her fingers around him and guided him into her body, taking charge of the depth of penetration, slowly gliding down until she sat on him fully. She arched her back, her long, wavy hair tickling Michael’s legs. She heard him take a deep breath, his strong hands now resting on her waist, his thumbs stroking her belly.

“God… you’re so tiny, baby girl… I love your body… it’s just so perfect… We’re perfect…”

His voice had lost that controlled tone now. He sounded enrapture and completely into what they were doing. His hips pushed upward and she felt him reach end, entering her to the hilt. She had to close her eyes, as she suddenly felt dizzy. Since they had first made love, so many years earlier, their chemistry had been undeniable. It seemed their bodies had been created to fit so perfectly together. Yin and Yang, day and night, fire and water – so different and yet so complementary. Partial when separated, only whole when united.

Lisa gyrated her hips on Michael’s body and, once again, took his hand and brought it in between them, where they were connected. He stroked her, gently.

“Can you feel this?”

“Yeah…”

“I love this. I love it when you’re inside of me…” Breathless, she bent forward once again and he kissed her harder when her nipples stroked his chest. Her mouth touched his ear. “I love your cock…”

“Girl…” His word sounded like an admonishment. He wrapped his arms around her torso and held her against his body, chest to chest. “Stretch out your legs… Come on…”

Smiling, knowing well that he was back at being in charge and happy to relinquish control, she obliged. She stretched her legs out on top of his, then pushed off, propping up on her hands, starting to rock over his body, languidly moving against him. The pleasure was intense and her moans became louder.

“You like this, baby girl?” Michael held her by her hips.

“God, yes…” Her rocking motions intensified.

“I so love making you feel good…”

“You feel amazing, baby… Nobody has ever made me feel the way you do…”

“Nobody?” His dark eyes held her captive. They were deep and serious.

“Nobody…” She whispered, before kissing him again. “Nobody…”

His hands on her hips kept her in the position he wanted her to be, and she was so tight that he could barely move. But the way she rocked against his body touched her in all the right places, and before she could even realize it she shattered in his arms, coming so hard that she cried out. He stilled, letting her take charge once again, kissing and sucking on her breasts the moment she arched up, offering herself to him, her hands now pushing on his broad shoulders for leverage. He was addicted to her – her scent, the taste of her skin, the texture of her lips and hair, it all created a kaleidoscope of sensations, a sensory overload that made the rest of the world disappear whenever they were so close. A black hole in a universe where only the two of them existed.

“Oh crap… Oh, baby…” Her breathing erratic, Lisa framed his face with both hands and smiled against his lips. “Holy shit…”

Michael couldn’t do anything but smile back. His hands ran over her back, his fingertips gently playing on her sweaty skin as he gave her a bit of time to recover. If there was one thing he had discovered he loved, was the way Lisa always touched his face. It was so gentle, so loving, that even at that very moment his intense arousal mixed with tenderness. He felt his eyes burn.

Reaching down once again, he lifted her by the waist and withdrew from her warmth, rolling over and taking her with him, pinning her beneath his body. She purred and grinned.

“Back to being on top, daddy?”

“Want me to stop?” He raised an eyebrow.

Lisa laughed that deep laugh he loved. “Fuck, no! Go ahead…”

“Weren’t you in a hurry just a while ago?” His lips were already busy trailing down her body, kissing her collarbone. He cupped her breasts and focused on them for a while, loving the way she writhed against his touch.

“Yeah… I’m a hurry alright…” She reached in between them and grabbed him again, firmly this time, resuming her lethal stroking. Michael chuckled, his kisses continuing their path to the source of her pleasure. He knew he would find her hyper-sensitive now, so he took his time, moving slowly.

“You’re so gorgeous, Lise… You have no idea…”

He wanted her to know it: that was the way he always saw her. He brushed his lips from her collarbone to her jaw, giving her neck soft, warm kisses. She shivered, then grasped his hair. They usually ran raw and wild, but on mornings like this, they tended to prefer slow, sensual lovemaking.

“Tell me…” Her warm breath against his temple felt heavenly. “Tell me what you’re gonna do to me…”

Oh yeah. Baby girl still had a ball hearing him say all sorts of dirty things to her. Some things never changed.

He spoke with his eyes closed. “Surprise…”

Lisa’s nails dug into his muscular back, making him wince slightly.

“Fuck surprises. Nothing makes me hotter than when you tell me what you got in mind…”

Opening his eyes again with a lazy drag, Michael lightly traced her nipples with his fingers, then his tongue.

“Well… we gonna go back home and resume our dutiful parental activities, but before that…”

“Before that…?” Now he could tell that talking was becoming a chore, for his wife. He grinned and gently bit her nipples, then sucked on them. Lisa moaned.

“Before that, I’m gonna eat you out, baby… And then I’m gonna put my cock back in… and you’re gonna like it…”

The soft whimper she let out was more than enough for him to know that she was on board with his plan. Not that he had any doubt. He knew her, inside out.

Kneeling in between her parted legs, he bent over and kissed her thoroughly – the soft skin between her breasts, her taut stomach, her sides, her belly, building up her desire once again. All the while, his palm gently caressed her sex. He loved her clean shaven, because Lisa’s skin was so smooth and silky – in perfect contrast with their often gruff approach to sex. Michael was a man of contradictions, and the clashing beauty of opposites had always attracted him.

“You’re too beautiful down here, Lise…” He lightly circled his fingers over her sex, his movements slow and careful, “…So soft. So warm.” Then he bent his head.

His tongue touched her, and her hips jerked. Her hand came down, resting on his head, stroking his hair.

“You taste like heaven…”

He was staring at her sex as his fingers kept touching her, taking everything in, every detail, honoring his woman with his eyes, loving the complexities of this amazing part of her body that had the power to bring him to ecstasy, every time. Like a jump into the sun. The mere sight of her turned him on even more, and he knew, by the way she reacted to his touch, by the goosebumps on her skin and her moans, that she was just as aroused. Ready for him once again.

His mouth closed on her wet warmth, gently at first. Exploring her with his lips and tongue, then taking her with sensual, open-mouthed kisses. Lisa’s whimpers became more urgent, her grasp in his hair tightened and she pushed his head down. Michael realized that his level of lust was starting to border on pain, but chose to ignore it. He knew very well that once back home they wouldn’t have much time for such long, tantalizing, intimate sessions, and he was going to enjoy every single minute of this until they were back to Musselburgh. Where their newborn son was at the center of their world 24/7 and the most sensual side of their relationship was relegated to the depth and silence of the night… usually.

His fingers joined his mouth and, using his sense of touch, he soaked it all in, feeling her every way he could, noticing every sensation beneath his fingertips, beneath his tongue. As one hand started to stroke her thigh, the pace of his kisses increased, the pressure of his mouth on her sex escalated in its intensity, and she was ready to take off again. He felt her tremble and knew it was time to stop. He inhaled a deep breath and backed off.

“Michael…” Lisa begged.

“Hold on…” His breath was short. He rose onto his knees and grabbed himself, needing a bit of relief from the ache he was experiencing.

Without a word, she sat up and removed his hand, and he didn’t even have time to say a word before she took him into her mouth.

“Fuck…” He breathed out, looking down at her, at the way she wrapped her fingers around him, barely reaching around. Lisa’s eyes were closed and she was purring. There was no doubt she enjoyed going down on him just as much as he loved eating her out. He closed his fist in her hair and guided her head for a moment, his hips slowly pushing forward in rhythmic motions, then forced himself to pull back. It was not as easy as it seemed – considering that Lisa knew exactly what to do to get him off in no time flat, while pleasuring him that way.

“Lie down…” His voice was hoarse and firm now, and the moment her back touched the sheets, he was in between her legs once again, raising them roughly, resting her calves over his shoulders.

“That’s it, Mike… Come on…” Reaching back, she held onto the headboard. She stared at him – watching him watch her, his lips parted, his chest rising and falling rapidly. He couldn’t possibly know how much she wanted him, how much she needed him. “Fuck me, baby. Please.”

His brow furrowing in concentration, he bit his lips and aimed straight at her center, entering her again slowly, but fully. She had to catch her breath for a moment. This position made her feel exposed, entirely at his mercy, and she trusted him with everything she had. She knew that no matter how vulnerable she was, he was there to take care of her, never letting her down. The deep penetration constricted her lungs and she gasped, feeling invaded in the best possible way. Glancing up at her, his curls falling over his sweaty forehead, Michael bit his tongue and withdrew slightly, then surged forward again. It had been so long since they had been able to put so much care and so much time in their lovemaking. If this was their mini-honeymoon, Lisa could only imagine what having an entire week at their disposal would mean.

“Oh, shit…” She whispered, holding tight to the headboard. Her gaze fell to their connected bodies, to the tense muscles of his lower abdomen. “There you go, baby… Just like that. Gosh, I love you so much…”

He wasn’t expecting that. His eyebrows shot up and he smiled at her, his dark eyes soulful. “Holy crap, Lise. I love you too. You drive me crazy.”

She too smiled and reached out, touching him, fondling him, caressing him. Unable to speak. Hoping her actions could speak for her. He started to rock with her in controlled, deliberate strokes, slowly at first and then increasing his pace.

“You like this, baby girl?”

“I love it…” She replied, huskily. “Gimme more, daddy. Please.”

She could tell his control was close to snapping, but he held on. Still moving fluidly inside her body, he brought her legs down, placing her feet on his chest, in front of his shoulders. Lisa shivered at the mere skin on skin contact, at the feeling of his warm muscles contracting as he kept thrusting into her.

“That’s it, Lise… control it… Show me how you want it.”

Oh yeah. Her king was generous, this morning. Lisa took immediate advantage of it and started guiding the tempo and depth of their movements. However, her privileged position backfired on her the moment her nearing orgasm took her completely by surprise. Michael felt it, and grinned.

She saw his eyes roam all over her naked body, on her flushed skin and breasts. He was a master at noticing even the smallest details. Her muscles clamping down on him and her shallow breathing were also a dead giveaway.

He cupped her ass with both hands and moved closer, kissing her knees as she put her legs back over his shoulders, once again relinquishing all control. Wanting him, and nobody else, at the ship’s wheel.

“Give it to me…”

“Say it again…” He spoke in between clenched teeth.

“Give it to me.”

“Oh yeah…”

And he did. He just let go and took her with force, with undiluted passion, and she felt him throb and twitch inside of her, knowing that he too was about to reach absolute obliteration. She flexed the muscles of her thighs and clenched around him again, creating even more friction. It was the finish line for both of them. They came together, and it was almost painful in its intensity. He froze for a moment and then jerked, his thrusts quickening for a handful of seconds as he finally released into her. Even in the delirious throes of her own pleasure, she felt him – and once again it was one of the most amazing sensations in the world. To feel him let go, lose control, give himself to her that way.

The moment he finally collapsed on top of her body, she didn’t allow him to withdraw and kept him firmly sheathed inside of her. He smiled, all the while still kissing her mouth, again and again, moaning lowly against her lips. The feeling of his sweaty hair through her fingers as she stroked the nape of his neck was heavenly.

“Sir, you gotta get rid of that semi-hard on… Otherwise, we’re never leaving this bed.”

“Not my fault. I was asleep, then you seduced me.”

“I didn’t seduce you. They’re called marital duties, don’t you know that?”

“Oh, is that what they’re called?”

“Yes. You’re a married man now, Michael. Sorry to remind you.”

He giggled and rolled to a side, bringing her with him, holding her close. He looked up at the ceiling and sighed dramatically. “Right. It’s hard work.”

“Hard being the keyword here…” Lisa wiggled her hips, making him wince, and chuckled.

They stayed quiet for a long, tender moment. A moment she took to kiss his chest, again and again with soft, warm kisses. Loving how he seemed to play with her long strands of hair as if they were a harp.

“Ready to go back home, Lise?”

“Yeah… I miss our baby. I wanna see him.”

He kissed the top of her head. “Yeah, I do too. But I also love being here with you. Can’t we have it all?”

She lifted her head and stared at him. Her face serene and calm. “Don’t we?”

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