Mr. Nobody Special Collection | To the (mini)moon and back – Part 2

Author’s note

This is the second and last part of this short story, strictly connected to a finished long story titled Mister Nobody. You can find the list of the chapters by clicking here. The first part of this short story can be read here.

I am glad to be posting this final installment on the anniversary of Lisa’s and Michael’s wedding.

Thanks for reading.

To the (mini)moon and back – Part 2

“You tired, baby? Want me to drive?”

Lisa pretended not to notice his cocky grin. Yes, she was tired alright. Thanks to him, who had been insatiable for about forty-eight hours straight. Weren’t they too old for this? But then again, could she really blame him? Mini-honeymoons existed to condensate in a very limited time the intensity of a real, private vacation where only two people were involved: the newlyweds. It was only reasonable that Michael had been intent on spending as little time as possible out of bed. Or out of her body. Just like it had happened when they had gotten married the first time.

Lisa smiled to herself, thinking that, after all, the mini-moon was an excuse. They had always been that way. Since they had started dating, they had never lost that spark. They needed to be physically distant to keep themselves in check. And even when she had thought he was gone forever, Michael would inhabit her dreams and her daytime reveries, like a powerful magician casting his spell over her senses, her mind, her heart, tirelessly. Her very personal love potion.

A darker thought intruded her mind. The grim years she had spent with the last man on Earth she should have married. The latest former Mister Presley. Years of misery, self-punishment, barely hidden pain, quiet mourning over the only man her soul still felt bound to. Years of pretend happiness. In public, she would say she and the other Michael – the wrong Michael – never argued. Never spent a day apart. It was only a lie and she was bullshitting everyone, more notably herself. She was glad the blond dude was finally out of her life.

In retrospect, Lisa knew there was only one Michael she had never truly felt separated from. How miraculous was it, that he was now by her side? Her husband again? It didn’t matter that the rest of the world would never know. As a matter of fact, it was way better that way. Because what she and Michael had gave them the chance to experience a way of living that up until now had never been bestowed on them.

It was inevitable that she wondered. What if, after getting married the first time, she and Michael would have just left the States? There were so many safer places they could have chosen. Getting rid of all the leeches and larvae in the process. Europe. South Africa, maybe. Somewhere, anywhere but where they had decided to stay – getting crushed in the process. While now – well, now everything was different. Now everything felt right.

“Hey… You OK? Lisa…”

This time his tone didn’t hide any playful undertone. He sounded concerned. And that wasn’t surprising either. Michael had always been able to read her, like an open book. Since their reconnection and especially since her pregnancy, he had become even more perceptive than usual.

“Yes. I’m OK. And no, I don’t need you to drive. Get some rest, baby. I know your back hurts.”

She kept her eyes focused on the road. It was a pretty tiring trip after all, and she didn’t want Michael to undergo any useless physical stress. She had been driving for a couple of hours now and she felt fine, albeit a bit tired. But in the best way possible.

“We can stop in a little while so you too can rest. My back’s fine.” He leaned over and kissed her cheek. “In fact, it’s better than it has been in years. I guess regular exercise does that to a man…”

Lisa sneered. “Stop gloating. Doesn’t match with that gentleman attire at all.”

She glanced at him, because she loved his outfit and his current style. Today, he wore pin-striped trousers with a matching waistcoat over a dark blue shirt, and a grey tie. He looked like an art dealer for real.

“OK. Care to tell me what’s going on in that beautiful, crazy mind of yours, at least?” His fingertips tapped the top of her head, gently, and she chuckled, playfully swatting his hand away.

“Ass…”

“You thinking about my ass? Gee, Lise. You gotta gimme a break here! I’m not thirty anymore!”

“Double ass…” This time she laughed, and he laughed with her. His little crystalline giggle that her mind had never been able to forget. Not even in the darkest moments, when all was left of him were his invisible arms holding her as she slept. Her own private heaven of immortal love, her own private hell of anguish.

His hand moved down, brushing her shoulder. His voice, too, dropped.

“No, but seriously…” A pause. “Lisa Marie…”

Still that concerned tone.

“What’s wrong?”

Damn him!

She blinked, but once again kept her eyes on the road. “Nothing is wrong. I was thinking about that. How everything feels just right.”

“Then why do you look so sad?”

She shrugged, trying to keep it as vague and light as she could.

“I am not sad. I was just wondering if we would have had any chance, back then, had we decided to just remove ourselves from the pile of shit surrounding us.” She threw him a sharp glance. “You know… the avalanche of stinky manure that buried us alive… remember?”

Instinctively Michael smirked, but his eyes stayed serious. Of course he remembered. He took off his glasses and slipped them in the front pocket of his shirt.

“What’s your take on it?”

Oh, OK. Not an answer, but a question. Lisa tilted her head and sighed. She knew that his words were not at all a way to deflect the subject: he really was interested in what she had to say.

“Not sure. Maybe we would have made it. Maybe not. We were very different people once. We had different priorities… There was also a different background… I think.”

He stayed quiet, knowing well that she had always wanted to be nothing but his wife. And he had wanted so much to be her husband, but also so much else. To be free and shackled at the same time. Compartmentalizing and, sometimes, keeping her out. He had never been malicious in his intent. He just hadn’t known how to make everything fit.

“That’s right, we were different. We both changed. Life does that to people, you know? Too bad the price to pay is usually pretty high.”

She seemed to think his words through, her eyes remote once again.

“I could have been a better wife.” She acknowledged, softly.

“I could have been a better husband.” He replied, just as evenly. There was nothing but honesty in his voice, and not a trace of doubt.

It was the truth. Theirs had always been an extraordinary love story with the classic pattern that many relationships had. Ups and downs. Triumphs and fuck-ups. There were no definite perpetrators or victims: both had played each role at different times and, more often, they had been neither. There was no black or white in what they had lived together. As it usually happened in real life, all was colored in various shades of grey and very complicated. Now, a couple of weeks after getting married for the second time, it was inevitable that their minds would often go back there.

“Well, you’re an amazing partner, Michael. And you know why? Because so many things that made me fall in love with you back then are still there… and they keep me hooked, still. Together with some new stuff I keep on learning… It’s actually pretty exciting.”

“So it’s like I’m a double husband, huh?” He joked.

Lisa smirked. “Yeah, a double ass and a double husband. Thank you very much for that.”

He smiled, very brightly, then turned his head, staring out of the window for a minute. All the while, his hand came up and he distractedly pulled at his beard, on his chin. A gesture that Lisa had noticed before and that usually accompanied his meditations.

After a while he spoke, and when he did, he was serious once again.

“I told you… I understand you much better, now. Maybe because I’m older, or because of what happened to me… you know…” He fidgeted in his seat. “…After the trial, and then again, when everything went to hell.”

Lisa swallowed. Their own inferno of loneliness. Her mourning, him hiding. He had come back just in time to pick up the pieces of both of them. She could only hope that she, too, had somehow contributed to that work of reconstruction.

“And I do, too. We talked about it. But what I want you to know, Michael… what I’ve never really told you, is that…” She shook her head slightly. “Well, if I could turn back time, I’d marry you again. In fact, I’d marry you every single day.”

His eyebrows sprung up, and he turned to stare at her. “Seriously?”

“Yeah, seriously…” She feigned annoyance. “Even in our worst moments.”

“Are you shitting me?” The shadow of a smile appeared on his lips and Lisa pretended not to notice.

“No, I’m not. You can still be insufferable sometimes, but that doesn’t change anything.”

“Wow. Lise – I’m amazed. There’s something so deeply meaningful and romantic about you declaring your love by telling me that I can be insufferable…”

“Just like now.”

“…And that you will honor and cherish me by sharing your life with me even though I can be such an ass.”

“Just like now.”

“Stop the car and gimme a kiss.”

Lisa sneered. “Fat chance… You got plenty of kisses, and everything else, too…”

“Woman! Come on, just a kiss…”

He leaned over, one hand on her flat stomach, his lips on her neck, and Lisa caught her breath, glancing in the rearview mirror. The road was deserted and her husband was crazy. She pulled over, and as the car slowed down, Michael freed himself from his seatbelt and released her, as well. Lisa acted on impulse, without even realizing what she was doing. It was his scent enveloping her all of a sudden and the close proximity of his body. She turned in her seat and wrapped her arms around his neck, kissing him passionately. Michael seemed taken aback for a moment, but then got lost in that unexpected, surprising moment of intimacy and reciprocated her kiss.

“Are you taking advantage of our last moments of freedom?” He murmured as he scooted closer, one hand sliding under her skirt, his lips latched onto her neck.

Lisa’s head fell back. “Something like that…”. Her eyes opened and she glanced at the road again. Still deserted. Yet, the risk of being noticed by a car passing by at high speed heightened her frenzy. By his part, Michael didn’t seem to care at all.

They were pretty mature, but it looked like they wanted to make up for all the time lost, and that included getting frisky in the most unusual moments, in the strangest places. And when it came to their constant lust over each other, both had stopped trying to understand how and why it happened. In their new, liberated state, they just went for it without a worry in the world. Who the hell cared at this point – when the mere fact of being together again was so intoxicating.

His hand in between her legs didn’t do anything to cool her off, and soon his fingers were tracing the soft fabric of her panties.

“Michael…” Her breath was already labored. “Mike… we should stop…”

Utterly devoid of self-control, she reached down and found his hard bulge. She felt the warmth of him through his pants and shivered, only faintly surprised at the thrill of having him again.

“Yeah… or maybe we should just fuck. What about that, baby girl…” One more kiss. “Want me to fuck you one more time before we go home?”

Lisa’s eyes rolled back. He wasn’t making things any easier, and she started to massage him through the cotton fabric of his trousers.

“That’s right, Lisa… Just like that… Oh, baby…”

All of a sudden, the idea of a quickie in the car didn’t sound bad at all. Biting her lip, Lisa got busy undoing Michael’s belt and unzipping his pants, delighted by his erratic breathing and his hands running over her naked thighs. She loved being loved by him because no man could ever love her the way he did.

Just as she finally found him more than ready, a second before she could free him from the constraint of his clothes, his phone rang.

Michael groaned and kept kissing her neck, leaning further into her, reaching her collarbone, his big hand covering her breast.

With the last bit of rationality left, Lisa opened her eyes.

“Mike… baby… your phone…”

“Mh…?”

“Your phone…” She cleared her throat and grabbed the smartphone from the media bin, on the dashboard. With immense effort, she pushed the phone against his chest. “There… Shit…”

Taking a deep breath, she leaned back against the seat and raked her hand through her hair, as Michael watched the device in his hand as if it was some alien technology he had never seen before. It was too funny, and Lisa smiled, rolling her eyes.

“Who is it, Michael?”

“It’s Denise…” He, too, scooted back in his seat. “I gotta…”

“Yeah, go ahead.” Of course, she wanted to know why the nanny was calling.

“Hello? …Oh, hi Denise. Is Kellan OK? Great… Yes, we’re driving back home…” Michael stared at Lisa. As he listened, he caressed her cheek, very gently. She leaned into his touch, the palm of his hand framing her face just perfectly. “Yes, I know. It’s just… we wanted to head back a little earlier. I think we’ll be home in a couple of hours.”

Lisa kissed the soft skin of his wrist. Michael closed his eyes lazily, then opened them again. His gaze traveled down, on Lisa’s cleavage.

“Yeah, sure. No, of course, it’s not a problem. Just make sure you’re both home when we come back… Lisa and I have a little present for you.” He smiled. “You’re welcome. OK. Alright. I see you in a few hours, then? Cool, thank you. Later. Bye.”

He pushed the red button on the touchscreen and placed the phone back on the dashboard.

“So?”

“She wanted to know if she and her mom could take Kellan to Edinburgh for a few hours. She said we’re ahead of our schedule and we were supposed to be home after dinner. Is it true? I don’t remember.” He scratched his temple.

Lisa laughed, softly. “Yes, that’s what we told her.”

He frowned. “We did? Then why are we on the road already?”

“Because we’re both apprehensive parents and we miss our baby boy.” She giggled and brushed some curls that had fallen over his forehead. “Daddy, what’s with the sudden amnesia? Has all your blood gone south?” She glanced at his crotch.

Michael made a face.

“Probably.” Then he bit his lip and scooted closer again. “That’s why you gotta help me out, here, Lise…”

They kissed again, and she smiled against his lips. They got lost in the moment, and then they heard the unmistakable noise of an engine. They broke the kiss and glanced back. A car was stopping right behind their Jeep.

Mike rolled his eyes in exasperation.

“Oh, for fuck’s sake. Look at this road. There’s plenty of space, but of course they’re parking their car right here…”

“Wait, maybe they got lost…” Lisa watched the car door open and a man climbed down. She pursed her lips. “…Nope, he’s about to pee.”

“What? Gross!” Michael squinted and turned, then put on his glasses. He was a bit of a bat.

“Yep, he’s unzipping his pants… He’s gonna pee right there, maybe he thinks we’re not in the car…”

“Well, we are. Let’s go, Lise. Fucking hell…”

Lisa chuckled at her squeamish husband and turned on the engine.

They were driving through Dunkeld, shamelessly flirting in a quite dirty way, to the point that Lisa had started to glance around, looking for a secluded spot where they could finish what they had started about an hour earlier. Michael’s hand was on her knee, slowly climbing up her leg.

Then they saw the accident. Once again, bad timing at its finest: she was hot and bothered and he had a tent in his pants. Only, the moment they realized that a driver had gone off the road, the fun ended just like their playful bantering. The arousal deflated immediately.

“Is it what I think it is?” Lisa kept her hands on the steering wheel and slowly pushed on the brakes. “Let me see…”

“It is…” Mike leaned forward in his seat, his eyes fixed on the small city car standing in a weird, oblique position on the side of the road, back wheels on the asphalt, front wheels on the grass. The front of the car dangerously close to a tree, the passenger seat opened. “Slow down, Lisa… We gotta stop and see what’s going on… See if we can help.”

Lisa slowed down and stopped the Jeep behind the tiny city car, using their own bigger vehicle as a barrier. She turned off the ignition, put on the hazard lights and opened the door. Michael had already climbed down and was approaching the car slowly, looking over the scene and trying to assess the situation. He was very calm, and Lisa knew he was entirely in control. If there ever had been someone able to help, that was Michael. In so many ways.

She, on the other hand, felt apprehensive and nervous under the cool facade she was doing her best to maintain. Squinting her eyes, she noticed that the road was still pretty much deserted and that the few cars darting by likely didn’t have time to understand what was going on.

“Lisa… Lisa… There’s only a woman here and she looks unconscious…”

Michael had crouched down and was staring at the driver from the passenger side, where the car door was open.

“The car looks pretty much intact…” He rose and walked to the front of the vehicle. “…Didn’t hit the tree… no broken glass…no fire or smoke… nothing. What happened here?”

“OK… I’m gonna call 999…”

Lisa walked back to the Jeep and took Michael’s phone from the dashboard, dealing the emergency number. As she spoke to the operator, explaining the situation, she lost track of her husband for a minute. The man answering the call took note of their exact position, asked her for some specific information, alerted her to things that should be done before attending the victim, and finally told her they would be there in twenty minutes. Sadly, they were pretty much in nowhere-land, and the ambulance would need a bit of time to arrive. Lisa thanked the guy and hung up. When she looked up again, Michael was frantically walking around the car, and he had even removed his glasses.

She ran back to him.

“Hey… the ambulance is on its way… what’s going on?”

“I think there might be a kid somewhere…”

Lisa’s eyes widened.

“What?!”

Michael mumbled something, then turned and started scanning the woods.

“Fuck!” He whispered.

Lisa moved to the side of the car, noticing the unconscious woman in the driver seat. She was breathing and looked all in all unharmed. On the passenger seat, there was a tiny soccer shoe. The size fitting a five, maybe six-year-old kid. On the backseats, a duffle bag. Lisa froze, chills running down her spine.

“Shit…” she stepped closer to the woman and gently touched the side of her face. “Ma’am… can you hear me?”

The woman moved her head slightly but didn’t answer.

“Wait… shush…” Michael had stopped right behind Lisa, and his whispering voice made her jump.

“What?” She mouthed, turning her head and glaring at him.

“I think I heard something…”

Oh, right. Michael’s super-hearing was at work. Lisa closed her mouth and waited. He stood perfectly still for a moment, then gently pushed her to a side and lay down on his stomach, on the asphalt, looking under the car. Another moment of perfect silence followed and then it was broken by Michael’s suddenly soft, calm voice.

“Hey, little man… Hi…”

Lisa closed her eyes and exhaled a long, relieved sigh. He had found the kid. She crouched down next to Michael and heard the scratching sound of the little boy crawling underneath the car.

“What a perfect hiding spot! What’s your name, little man?”

“Adrian…”

Michael smiled and stretched out his hand. “Why don’t you come out, Adrian?”

“Where’s my mommy?”

Michael glanced up at Lisa, and she bent further, finally seeing the boy. He was probably five, had traces of dried tears on his dust-stained face and looked scared. He only wore one tiny soccer shoe.

“She’s right here, baby…” she chimed in. “Don’t worry, we’re taking care of her. Can we take care of you, too? Take his hand, come on…” She smiled.

The boy bit his lip, unsure of what to do, his eyes moving from Michael to Lisa, then back to Michael, whose features softened even further.

“Take my hand, Adrian…”

And, like a charm, he did. He grabbed Michael’s hand and crawled out.

Lisa immediately brushed his hair and rose to her feet, picking him up.

“What happened?”

Adrian pulled at his earlobe and shrugged.

“Mommy fell asleep.”

“Oh…” Lisa nodded her head, throwing Michael a glance. He had risen on his knees and scanned the kid quickly, then exhaled. The boy was unharmed. “Well, don’t worry. My husband and I are going to help her. And soon the doctors will be here, too… OK?”

“OK…”

“Are you hurt?”

Once again, the boy shrugged and shook his head, and Lisa brushed his hair.

“Good. Come on, I’ll get you some water… And maybe even a cookie. They’re in my car.” She walked with him to the Jeep, needing him to be in a safe place. Thank God he had not run across the street or into the woods. Otherwise… she couldn’t even think about the possible outcome. Once again, relief washed over her.

It was then that the woman opened her eyes. Maybe it was because she had heard her son’s voice. She squinted, then flinched. And then started to get agitated, panicking, fidgeting on the seat.

“Where’s my son? Is he hurt? What happened?”

“Ma’am… Ma’am, look at me. We got him. Adrian’s fine.” Michael put his hands on her shoulders, and the woman stared at him as if he was an alien. Or an angel. “What’s your name, Ma’am?”

“Angie… What happened?”

“OK, Angie. You’re safe, now. Let me check your car, OK?” He turned off the ignition and left the key in the dashboard. “Are you hurt and do you need assistance? Do you remember why you went off the road?”

“I think I fainted…”

“Alright. Are you hurt and do you need assistance?” Michael repeated, very calmly. He felt grateful he had been trained throughout his life to keep his emotional reactions in check. There would be time for those, later. But not now.

“My head hurts…” Angie winced and touched her temple. Brushing her hair off her face, Michael noticed the blood.

“You’re bleeding… Wait, let me help you…” He extracted a handkerchief from the pocket of his waistcoat and gently dabbed her temple. “Looks like a small cut… nothing major. Could it be that you hit your head against the car window?”

“Could be…” The woman unbuckled her seat belt and tried to move. “I gotta see my son…”

“No, Angie. Don’t move, we don’t know if you’re injured, and we don’t want you to get hurt even more… Let’s wait for professional help, OK?”

“But my son…”

“Adrian is with my wife. He’s fine. Don’t worry, we got him.”

Michael rested his warm hand on her forehead, and she inhaled a deep breath. For the following ten minutes, he did his best to comfort her, realizing that she was terrified and definitely confused. Angie told him that she sometimes fainted because of low blood pressure and that she hadn’t had lunch that day, because she had been swamped getting her son ready for a soccer match. He just listened, very calmly, nodding his head and keeping his eyes fixed on her. He knew Lisa was taking good care of the kid. When he and Lisa worked together, they were unstoppable – it had always been that way.

Angie winced again and moaned, touching her head. He stroked her hair like a father would do with a daughter. “I know you’re hurting, but you’re strong and help is on its way. And we’re gonna stay with you and Adrian as long as you need us, OK?”

That seemed to pacify her, and she nodded her head. Blindly, she reached out and took Michael’s hand.

As they finally drove out of Dalkeith and toward Musselburgh, to their mansion, Lisa had to smile. She didn’t even know why she was smiling, instead of feeling anxious and stressed out about what happened. Well, that was not true. She knew exactly why she felt so giddy – everything had gone just fine.

She and Michael had eventually turned over care to the emergency personnel showing up at the scene. The ambulance had arrived, and the paramedics had taken over Angie’s care. At that point, the woman was feeling better and although Michael had not allowed her to move, it was pretty clear that she had not suffered any significant damage. She had also relaxed when Lisa had shown her that Adrian was more than OK and perfectly safe.

“You were amazing, you know?” She looked over at him, knowing that he was very much awake, although his eyes were closed. He had gotten rid of his waistcoat and loosened his tie and was relaxing in the passenger seat.

“You were, too. We’re a great team, Lise…”

“That’s what I was thinking…” She scrunched her forehead. “Hey, by the way… I was totally shitting myself at first. How did you manage to be so calm about it all?”

“Years and years of being onstage before hundreds of thousands of people watching your every move like eagles, baby girl.” He gave her a crooked smirk. “They kinda teach you something about self-control.”

Lisa chuckled. “Right, right…”

“No, but seriously… I underwent first aid training while I was… on hiatus…” He cleared his throat. “And CPR courses, too…”

The smile slowly disappeared from her face. Since he was born, Michael had always wanted to help everyone. And he had been shat on in return, surrounded by people who did their best to not help him at all. Business matters, personal life or health – it was all the same for them. Suddenly she felt so very proud of him, of how pure he had remained. The umpteenth glimpse of how extraordinary he was hit her profoundly and she swallowed. She also realized that something about his mood had shifted and that a part of him was slipping back into those dark days.

Well, fuck that.

“You know what?”

“What, baby?” His voice still sounded a bit distracted.

“We still have some unfinished business, you and I.”

Her words caught his attention. “We do?”

She grinned. “Yes, we do. If you’re still game, obviously…”

Michael turned to her fully. “Are you challenging me, Lise?”

She shrugged, feigning absolute nonchalance. “I don’t need to. I win all the time.”

He sneered. “Get the fuck outta here…”

“So?”

He bit the inside of his cheek. His eyes narrowed. “Whatcha wanna do?”

“I happen to know a place around here… I go there to meditate after my early morning run. And you know why?”

He was pulling at his beard again. He was curious.

“Why?”

“Because it’s secluded, peaceful, and nobody ever bothers me…”

“We can just go home, you know? Since Denise and Kellan are still in Edinburgh and all…”

“Yeah, well, I think it’s way more fun this way…”

“Mh…” He arched his eyebrows casually. “Alright then, let’s see what you got in mind.”

He didn’t look that casual, ten minutes later, when they parked their Jeep in a secluded spot in the woods. Lisa was right – there was nobody around, especially this late in the afternoon when the light of the day started to turn into the blueish shade of the quiet Scottish evenings.

Not caring about the fact that the Jeep’s interior was nowhere the queen-size bed at the Holiday Inn, totally willing to sacrifice space to get some moments to play, they took advantage of the quite spacious backseats. They went at it with a sense of urgency that was only matched by their intense love for one another.

Shielded by the shadows cast by the huge trees surrounding them, they undressed each other just enough to have a bit of skin on skin contact. It was hot, it was frantic, it was prohibited and so arousing. They felt like teenagers and the idea of being still able to enjoy such intimate, wild moments made everything even more pleasurable. As they kissed, deeply and passionately, Lisa took off Michael’s tie and tossed it on the front seats. He laughed against her lips.

“What did that little strip of fabric do to you?”

He fisted his hand in her hair and angled her head, looking for more access to her mouth, then kissed her again, his tongue gently gliding over hers. His short breath betrayed his playful words – and so did his massive erection, threatening to break free from the constraint of his pants.

Lisa didn’t reply but took his hands and guided them over her body instead, then let them go. He understood the silent message and immediately started unbuttoning her shirt. She opened it and he backed off slightly, mesmerized by the sight of her white lacy bra. He unclasped it.

“We don’t need this right now…”

All the while, Lisa had managed to free him and was staring down at him. Her hand on him felt like heaven. The way she touched him, her urgency, mixing with tenderness and passion, made his head spin and he reached down and under her skirt, helping her get rid of her thong. “And we don’t need this, either…”

“You’re right…” She breathed out, all the while kissing his neck. This was pure torture. He needed to be inside of her, and soon. They knew they didn’t have much time and were aware that this was going to be quick and hard. No problem – they liked it that way.

Michael lifted Lisa’s lithe body just enough for his steel to slide against her warmth a few times, and they both closed their eyes. Their pleasure still managed to ignite from anticipation and surprise – two elements that had always been part of their lovemaking. Wordlessly, Lisa guided him into her body and his head fell back, against the seat. He stroked her perfect ass, then let his fingers move over her back, delighting in the twitching of her firm muscles. She was still so breathtakingly beautiful. He was not sure she had any idea what she did to him.

She sat down on him with a sigh and started moving slowly, taking a moment to accommodate his size as her hands clasped his shoulders.

“God… Baby…”

Once again, the tip of her tongue traced a hot route over his neck and his grasp on her hips tightened. He moved inside of her carefully, with slow, shallow thrusts, touching all her highly sensitive nerve endings. He, too, was already seeing stars.

Then he felt her teeth on his shoulder and knew she needed more than that. His soft, gentle strokes turned into deep, forceful thrusts, pulling back almost all the way with each jab. The way she clamped down on him told him that he was not going to last long. But Lisa too was eager to run toward the finish line and her hips pushed down, rotating on him, rubbing against his pelvis. Their dance was perfect, alternating short and deep movements to maximize both their arousal and lasting power.

“You’re killing me, baby…” She moaned, and her kisses descended on his collarbone just as her hand came up, on his pectorals. He, too, found her breasts and caressed them, then pushed her back enough to take her nipple into his mouth. The moment he gently bit down on her, she cried out and the swaying of her hips intensified again.

“Keep going, Mike… that’s it. Oh, shit… I’m gonna come…”

Her breathless moans pushed him even further and he bit down harder. Her body reacted immediately, pulsing all around him as she started to spasm, coming with an outbreak of violence that almost surprised him, her hand clutching to the nape of his neck. Mustering all his strength and self-control, he kept ramming into her and picked up the pace for a moment as she shattered in the intensity of her climax, then his movements slowed down and became dragged, almost lazy, as she caught her breath.

Lisa framed his face with both hands and kissed him for the longest time. The little fluttering motions of her muscles taxing his staying power, Michael tried to relax for a moment.

“God… you’re still so hard, baby… so big… you getting there?”

“Oh, fuck… yes…” And her words sure didn’t help his endurance!

“That’s it, then…” She clung to him, her arms wrapping around his neck. “Take me, Michael. I’m here… I got you…”

He picked up speed again and his vision blurred. Before he knew what was happening, he froze and then he felt liquid heat reaching his groin. He pounded into her, his frenzy heightened by her moans and whimpers, and his body started to convulse. He bit down on his lip, throwing his head back, letting out a growl as he finally let go, coming so hard that he thought he’d never stop. And she was there, with him, at first just taking the brunt of his attack, and then being swept away with him, climaxing again.

Finally, she collapsed against him and he held her close, breathless and so deliriously happy. He loved just staying buried deep inside of her after they reached the sun together. It didn’t matter how ultra-sensitive he was now, to the point that even her breathing made him jump and wince.

Her gentle kisses on the side of his face, then his lips, calmed him down a bit. She smiled against his mouth and then kissed him again, slowly and deeply, savoring the moment.

“Shit… you’re damn good at this…” She purred and he chuckled. Leave it to Lisa to boost his ego every time they made love.

He played with her long hair and kept kissing her. “That’s because I can’t resist you…”

“Yeah? Cool shit. Let’s just keep it that way, then, OK?”

He laughed. “Not a problem, trust me.”

They just stayed like that for a handful of minutes. Just relaxing in the moment, tasting it until its last second. When he knew it was time to go, he took her by the shoulders and pushed her back slightly. He needed to see her eyes.

“I am glad we were able to help, today…”

Lisa’s features softened and she touched his face. “I know. I am, too. And you were so good…”

“And it made me think… I haven’t done any charity work in a very long time, you know?” He blinked. “I’d like to start again… With you, just like we used to do… If you still want it.”

Oh, how they had loved sharing those moments when they were married. Oh, how she had missed them when they were apart. Her heart opened wide, making even more space for him because apparently, the infinite was no longer enough.

“Yes.” Her smile hit him like the break of dawn after the darkness. “Yes, Michael.”

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