Vespertine – Part 2
“Hesperus, the Evening Star, shines in a clear sky. Little brown bats flutter near the treetops; somewhere in the distance, you can almost hear the depth of the ocean calling the waves back home.”
Stonehaven, Scotland – a couple of hours later
Closing his eyes, Michael took a deep breath and rested his head back, against the bathtub. His body relaxed in the water and he thought that the temperature was perfect. Just like the scent of the candles Lisa had lit all over the bathroom as she took care of him in a way that he had missed way more than his words would ever be able to express.
In fact, the whole thing had been so endearing that, about half an hour earlier, he had leaned against the door frame and observed her as she prepared the bathroom with an attention to detail that made him smile.
“Are you trying to set me on fire?”
Turning her head in his direction, Lisa had snickered.
“Fuck you. No, I’m not. I’m making sure everything is perfect for you because I’m a model of fucking perfection.”
Of course, he had laughed. What else could he do? She was too much. And she could smoothly make “fuck” perform any syntactic function. Which was great, given how that tiny detail about her was only one of the thousand things he loved about Lisa.
Michael had to admit, she had a great taste and her idea of spending the night out hadn’t been half bad either. Of course, he couldn’t wait to be home and see his son, but he also wanted to be relaxed and well-rested for him. And Lisa had made sure that he had the time to just get reacquainted with Scotland in the best possible way.
The Sunrise Shield Resort had been a perfect choice. Of course, the hotel was nothing like the luxurious places they had stayed in in the past, but given the life they were living now it was more than appropriate. The suite was finely furnished, modern-looking and big enough to not make him feel as if he was once again trapped into a short-rental apartment abroad. The view on the sea was also a nice touch.
When they had parked the car in front of the resort, it had already started to rain and the temperature had dropped considerably. Michael could tell that a storm was approaching, which made Lisa’s idea of stopping for the night even more reasonable. On cue, Lisa had grabbed something from the back seats of the car. Michael’s favorite hoodie. The simple red one with the zipper on the front.
“Here, maybe put this on? I thought you would need it.”
Touching the soft fabric had been another step toward that familiarity he had missed so much. How had he been able to feel that he belonged everywhere, and to everyone, in the past? For so long in his previous life? Everyone needed a home – even him. Grabbing Lisa by the back of her neck, he had pulled her close and kissed her passionately.
“I love this hoodie. And you. Let’s go to our room, baby, so you can take it off me. And then… Then I got something for you too…” Another kiss. “…To warm you up.”
“Do you, now…”
Staring at her, he had taken her hand and placed it on his thigh. A little higher than was decent, enjoying her fingers playing with his muscles, caressing him through the fabric of his pants. Making his intentions very clear.
However, in the end she had been the one making sure he would be all warm and cozy, seemed like. And not in the way he had planned. If Michael had imagined that he would be jumping his wife the moment they stepped into their suite, he had been sorely mistaken. Once the door was closed and locked behind their backs, Lisa had made him sit on the bed and, instead of getting naked and reclaim what was hers by right, she had decided that he would be taking a bath.
“Why, do I smell funny?”
Michael was genuinely confused. Lisa had laughed.
“Dude, you never do. Not even after two hours on stage dancing your heart out.” She had pushed a strand of long hair behind her ear and had kissed him again. “I just want you to relax.”
“Well, there are many ways you can help me relax, you know…”
“Oh, I know. But let’s start with a warm bath, shall we?”
She sure sounded like a woman with a plan. And who was he to spoil whatever it was that she had in mind? Shrugging, Michael had followed her around the suite trying to gauge her intentions and, after a few minutes, Lisa had stopped and stared at him, her hands on her hips. Tapping her foot, too!
“You know, we gotta do something for that rebellious side of yours. There’s a reason why I made you sit on the bed, buster.”
“Hey, I’m just watching you!” Laughing, Michael had shown her the palms of his hands in a dismissive gesture. Her eyes, however, told him that she was having none of it. Well, too bad! He was having too much fun, and felt excited and carefree like he hadn’t in months.
“Then stop.”
Refraining himself for commenting any further, of course he had disobeyed. He had just kept observing Lisa as she got the bathroom ready for him. The water and the body wash. The scented candles. The soft music in the background. The glass of bourbon near the bathtub. Such simple things. So trivial. And yet so crucial.
Eventually, she had taken his hand and pulled him toward the bathtub. Without a word, she had started to undress him. Unzipping his hoodie, taking off his cardigan, unbuttoning his pants. Noticing that he was getting sprung just because of her touch, she had raised an eyebrow at him and Michael had given her one of his crooked grins.
“I’m sorry. I can’t help it.”
“Oh, I know the feeling, believe me.”
He had grabbed her by the waist and pulled her against his body, kissed her neck. He had spoken in her ear in that seductive tone that he knew she adored.
“Then why don’t you get in the water with me…”
With immense difficulty, Lisa had stepped back and out of his embrace. Just staring at him again with an expression of fake seriousness on her face. Making him laugh again.
He had relented.
“OK. Alright…” He had pushed his boxers down and had stepped out of them, glancing up at Lisa again. Noticing how her eyes sparkled as they scanned his body. “I’ll do what you say. For now.”
And now he was taking full advantage of what was offered. His eyes closed, his head swaying slowly as he followed the rhythm of the music playing in the background. It was all so simple and yet so perfect. No more complications. No more self-defense mechanisms. This, this was all he had craved for his entire life. Just moments like these, when he could be himself without any fear of retribution. It had taken him decades, but finally he was there.
He realized Lisa was back even though her steps were muffled on the carpeted floor. He opened his eyes and, caught utterly off guard, slowly raised his head as she walked over to him, coming to sit on the edge of the stand-alone bathtub. She had changed her clothes, and now wore a sensual satin nightgown that allowed her beautiful, toned legs to be at least partly visible. And stockings. And heels. When she crossed her legs in a very ladylike manner, he noticed the embroidered garter belt and swallowed, sitting up in the bathtub further.
“Hey…”
His mouth felt parched. He didn’t think that Lisa would ever realize the desire and lust he felt for her. That undying fire was something that Michael had accepted a long time ago, but that didn’t mean that it still couldn’t be surprising. And right now, seeing her like that, her long hair down on her shoulders, wearing that outfit and one of the chokers he had chosen for her a lifetime ago, it occurred to him that it had been so long since they had been together that way. Despite enjoying some pleasurable phone sex when they couldn’t be together, this time everything had been different and the whole situation, its unpredictability, had rendered them worried and confused. It had been months since he had laid a finger on his wife.
“Hey yourself… Are you relaxing?”
She still seemed very much in control and Michael grinned, knowing well that she would soon allow him to be precisely what he wanted to be to her. Regaining some semblance of self-control, he reached out and took the pear-shaped glass from the small stool placed beside the bathtub. He took a sip of bourbon, still staring at her.
“Very much.”
Her features testified of the perfect mixture between playfulness and barely contained arousal.
“Can I have a little taste?”
Wordlessly, Michael handed her the glass and Lisa stood up, walking around the tub and sitting on the stool. She too sipped the drink, her eyes still on him.
“I really like your outfit, by the way…”
“You do?”
“Yeah.”
She put the glass down, on the carpet. Then she glanced up at him again.
“Then show me…” Leaning closer, she kissed his lips gently and whispered right against his lips. All the while, she combed his wet curls back. “Show me how much you like it…”
Michael’s eyes narrowed and he cocked his head to a side, just trying to assess her intentions. And also, feeling that the moment of switching the roles had come.
“Put that stool in a position where I can see all of you, baby girl…” His voice was calm, low. Seductive. His mind was set on the goal. “And then open those pretty legs for me.”
Her eyes became cloudy, as if she was losing focus. She was obviously taken aback by the quick shift in the atmosphere. But only part of her was, really. She knew Michael by heart – every single side of him. And she loved it when his domineering side came out to play. That was why she was willfully acting that way.
Quietly she complied, placing the stool a bit farther from him. Once again, she sat down – but this time she didn’t cross her legs. Instead, she stared at him and parted them ever so slightly, her hand running up, from her calf to her knee, up again to her thigh. Her fingers caressing the material of her stockings and garter belt. She saw Michael’s hand disappear into the water, in his lap and the ball of fire started to burn in the pit of her stomach. As she kept caressing herself, the fabric of her nightgown slid up. Allowing him to see her silky underwear.
Michael took a deep breath.
“All this reminds me so much of when we got married the first time… Remember?”
His voice sounded slightly affected. Lisa grinned, almost imperceptibly – even though her own little plan was already starting to backfire on her. She did remember, alright. When she had been more than happy to revolutionize her style for him. Becoming the woman she still was, because meeting him had changed her forever. Becoming the classy, naughty wife that he had always dreamed of. Even now, the same thing seemed to make Michael tick just like it did in the past.
“I do…”
“Keep going, Lise… I wanna see…”
She laughed, softly.
“So do I. Don’t you have anything for me, daddy?”
“You’ll find out soon…”
“I wanna find out now…”
Michael smiled.
“Aren’t we bossy tonight…”
And yet it was his turn to comply. Reaching for the lift-and-turn stopper, he opened it and allowed part of the water to be drained from the tub – just to grant Lisa a clearer view of what he was doing. As the water level lowered, he kept his other hand in place and tried to keep his breathing slow and regular. As far as his eyes were concerned, they stayed on Lisa. Moving from her beautiful face to her fingers, that had now breached the barrier of her underwear. Once again he swallowed. Despite all the things they had done in the past, despite their no-holds-barred rule in the bedroom, being with her like this now – just touching themselves, being turned on by the other’s presence – was possibly the hottest thing he could conceive and the best way to start reconnecting after months spent apart.
Lisa’s eyes dipped down and lit up. Almost in some sort of automatic reaction, his grip on himself tightened. However, Michael kept his movements slow, almost lazy. It didn’t matter that he felt he was on the verge of exploding just by looking at her playing with herself for him, he would be in control of the darn situation. He would remind her who he had always been to her. He would reassure her that no matter what, she was always it to him. That no other man could ever do.
“Is that what you wanted to see?”
“Yeah… Did you do that while you were away…”
Once again, Michael regulated his breathing.
“Sometimes… But baby… Nothing, nothing can compare to what it feels like when you’re all around me…”
She moaned in return, and the soft sound of her whimper – barely audible since the symphony of rain and thunders had filled up the room – snapped him out of whatever meditation he was engrossed in. When he spoke again, his voice sounded slightly shaky.
“There you go… Good girl…” He bit his lip. “Come here, baby… I wanna touch you… I wanna feel how hot you are…”
Lisa moaned again and threw her head back as her fingers dipped in further.
God, wasn’t she a sight to behold. Just sitting there in the trembling light of the candles, that sexy white nightgown on, the garter belt, the heels, her perfect legs parted and that unique view on the paradise he knew hid between them. It was almost too much. Seeing the outline of her fingers through the skimpy materials of her panties didn’t help. He had to move things along.
Standing up, he stepped out of the bathtub and just stood there, naked. Lisa too rose from the stool and approached him slowly, stopping right in front of him. She was too close not to be in his personal space, and yet still too far away for his taste. Exerting maximum control over himself, Michael let her hands trace his muscles. His chest, his sides, his shoulders. His skin was slippery and that tiny detail managed to heighten the pleasure already granted by her caresses.
She moved closer and kissed his neck, then spoke into his ear, her lips touching the sensitive skin.
“Touch me, then…”
That was it. Something snapped in Michael’s mind. He pulled her against his body by her firm waist, loving the feeling of his steel rubbing against the satin of her nightgown. He finally stroked her leg and then pulled her panties down. Lisa started to mess with her garter belt and he immediately stopped her movements.
“No… Leave that on… And the shoes, too… I love them…”
He felt her smile against his skin as her kisses on his neck became bolder, hotter. For good measure, she circled his neck with both arms, effectively putting her entire body at his disposal. Just like he wanted.
Shivering against her touch, his skin covered in goosebumps, he took his time taking that nightgown off her. The little thing was sexy, that was for sure, but he needed more. He wanted the skin on skin contact that he had missed so much, her body heating up and writhing underneath his, he needed to have her sweat and cry out as he burned her from the inside. He needed her to be spent and sated. He wanted her to never forget that what they shared was that once in a lifetime thing that everyone craved. And that they had it back. They had managed to reclaim it.
He pulled the straps down her shoulders and the garment slid off Lisa’s body, leaving her vulnerable and pretty much naked in front of him. Well, minus those little details that even after all these years managed to propel his engines from one to one thousand in no time. Of course, she wore no bra and Michael was thankful for it. Her perky breasts were just as perfect as they were, no barriers in between. Immediately he bent his head and captured her nipple into his mouth, forcing a cry out of her as she clung to his shoulders. Oh, damn. He had almost forgotten how heavenly she tasted. How beautiful she looked and how perfect she felt in his arms.
Almost…
Her eyes closed and her head thrown back, she reached down blindly and found him. Her grip on him was just perfect and he covered her hand with his own, setting the rhythm. A detail that they both loved. Letting go of her breast, he sought her mouth and they kissed. Slow, passionate, open-mouthed kisses – in perfect sync with their caresses. Mirroring her actions, his fingers stroked her, caressed her, found all those little places that he knew by heart. Lisa realized that she would come sooner than planned if he kept moving things along this way.
She broke the kiss and stared down at him. One hand over hers as she held him, the other between her legs. Her grip on his steel tightened and she trembled.
“God, Michael. You don’t know. You just don’t know what you do to me…”
“Lise… Baby…”
“I missed this… You. All of you.”
She was panting and he tilted her chin up, kissing her again gently. His eyes stared at her and she was sucked into the unknown.
“You have no idea how much I missed you.” Another kiss. “…Get on your knees, baby.”
Lisa felt as if an electric current had shot through her. There was something in the way Michael spoke to her whenever they made love, or were about to. His tone velvety, calm and low, and yet so commanding. Bossy, almost, but only as long as he knew that she was game. Which she was, always. There was just one thing that matched the pleasure Michael could inflict in bed, and it was having him lose control as she pleasured him.
Smiling, she started to slide down on her knees, worshiping his naked and still wet body in the process with her hands and her mouth. Collarbone, chest, stomach, sides. Each and every single part of him was flawless to her, and beloved. It had always been that way, and even more so since their reconnection. Michael would never know how capable she was of recognizing every detail that made him who he was – it didn’t matter how much his looks had changed.
Her fingers caressed his strong quads as she finally looked up at him, finding his eyes again. He touched her hair, her cheek, stroked her lips gently as once again her hand closed on him, almost reverently.
“Daddy… I’m so happy I never have to worry about some parts of you…”
She smiled and he did too. That was her way to always make him feel powerful, strong, perfect for her. And it worked – every single time, because it reflected the truth. Yes, Michael did know that Lisa had been hooked on him since the first time they had made love and had always felt genuine desire for him. But still, having her reaffirm that lust even in their older times had a certain charm. Just like their lovemaking since they had found each other again. It was still the same and yet it had changed – with them.
Outside, a powerful thunder broke the sky open and it echoed inside the bathroom. Yet the noise was unable to make them break eye-contact. Still staring at him, Lisa began kissing him gently and very lightly, which caused him to almost lose his mind there and then. His breathing accelerated and of course, she noticed it.
“Remember the first time we made love again, almost four years ago?” Her free hand kept massaging his thigh. “Remember that storm? How we fought on that patio? And then…”
“And then you saw me…” Michael’s voice had become husky. He loved how their thoughts always seemed to be so in tune.
“Yes… Even though, that was your doing, Mike. It was you who finally allowed me to see you.” She stroked him again, very slowly, her other hand reaching around and coming to rest on his ass.
“I couldn’t wait any longer. I had to have you. And I couldn’t deal with you thinking that I didn’t want you. That I was playing you… Lying to you. I was so tired of fighting myself… I needed you back then, so much… and I need you right now…” He stared down at her, loving her position, the look in her eyes, how her fingers couldn’t fully close around his steel, the sense of power and complete security that he felt. He smiled, charmingly and spoke in a soft, seductive tone. “Open your mouth, baby girl…”
Something changed in Lisa’s eyes. The internal storm started to approach and of course, she obliged. She was still so very obedient when it came to certain aspects of their relationship. However, when the first hit really came, Michael was the one who had to close his eyes and steady himself.
Her mouth left him.
“No, don’t. Look at me. I want you to look at me while I do this…” As she spoke, she kept stroking him lovingly. “And talk to me. I love hearing your voice… Love you…”
“So fucking much…”
Michael didn’t even realize he had spoken the words out loud. Once again he caressed her hair and pulled her head toward the source of his agony. Oh, he would watch her alright. And yes, he would speak to her. He would snatch the moon from the sky for her, if only she asked.
Her eyes sparkling, she took him in her mouth again and he inhaled a deep breath. His fingers still tangled in her hair, he guided the rhythm of that intimate caress just as her hand on his ass told him that she wanted him to partake in the dance. And so he did, slowly, savoring each and every second. Relishing in the empowering sensation that came with it.
“There you go… That’s it, take it, baby… You’re so fucking beautiful like that…” He swallowed hard as her kisses intensified. He felt shivers run down his spine and the heat reached his groin. He didn’t remember the last time he had been so turned on. “…Down on your knees, with those heels on, my cock in your mouth… ah, fuck. Don’t stop…”
Her moan reverberated into him and her eyes glazed over. That was the effect his dirty talk still had on her. It had been so long since they had been together like this…
As she kept taking as much of him as she could, one hand still holding him, her other reached down and between her legs. Holy fuck… Michael’s head started to spin as he watched her pleasuring herself while she pleasured him. This unexpected night spent away from home, in a remote resort, all of a sudden seemed like the best idea ever. And it occurred to him what her little plan truly signified: Lisa wanted time. Time for him. Time with him. She craved it, needed it. And to her, that was the absolute imperative that had to be turned into reality as soon as possible. It had been almost compulsory. And he felt grateful for that.
All plans of going slow vanished and their movements became more driven, hotter. He knew that he started to sweat. He knew that, despite his initial intentions, he would not be able to pull back now. He saw her face becoming flushed, her eyes sparkling even more. She only closed them when she began to come and following her into the unspeakable pleasure that their lovemaking became inevitable for him. He had not at all planned to climax like this but hell, what could he do when he and Lisa were still so in sync? He knew he moaned and yelped and that she never allowed him to pull back. Her eyes became almost languid as she took all he had to give, as she watched him pant and shiver. Coming undone.
It took him a minute or two to stop jerking and start breathing normally again, and all the while Lisa kept kissing and caressing him, moving up his body, rubbing herself against him. Once again his sides, his abdomen, his chest and collarbone, his neck as she stroked his hair. He felt her smile against his skin.
“I love it when I get you all sweaty…”
Michael smiled and inhaled a deep breath, leaning against her.
“Yeah… that bath already feels kinda useless…”
“We’ll take another one later… Together…”
He kissed her again, always loving how soft and warm her lips were, finding her tongue, and seeking refuge in their shared breath, feeling her heart beating in unison with his own. He chuckled when she reached down, touching him again and then pulled back, raising her eyebrows. Surprise…
“For real?”
“Well, what did you expect?”
Lisa glanced down at him, then up again and found his eyes. Hers were smiling now.
“You’re right. I should be used to this by now…” She gave him a lopsided smirk. “Not that I complain.”
“Good… ‘cause I got lots of weeks without you to make up for…” Between kisses, he scooped her up, bridal style. “Let’s go to bed.”
Lisa laughed, heartily, clinging to his neck.
“Really? Man, I thought you would bend me over the sink and fuck me there…”
Miss Presley was in a playful mood, seemed like, but so was he. All the concerns of the previous months vanished and she could tell that he was more than fine. Healthy again, strong.
Michael giggled.
“I’m an old dude, lady. I need to be comfortable to… ah, indulge in certain dirty pleasures…”
Once again she assaulted his neck. The tip of her tongue ran across his beard line.
“Yeah? Could have fooled me.” She purred against his skin. “You seemed just fine standing there and ‘bout choking me with yo-”
He kissed her again, effectively silencing her as his cheeks went up in flames. This was more than fun.
And it was also all very ironic, because she was right. At that very moment, Michael didn’t feel old at all, but rejuvenated. He would not tell his wife how low-energy he had been while away, pretty much all the time. How worried he was that Lisa would not follow the rules and put herself in danger just because she was defiant by nature and couldn’t help it. How every single day that he had spent away from home, he had felt all the years he had lived weighing on him like bags full of stones. Dragging him down. It was all gone now. He was back into his favorite orbit – in a universe where everything was fine. Everything was perfect. Time stood still. Time could expand eternally, just for them.
Still kissing her, he stopped at the foot of the bed and gently sat Lisa on the sheets. He straightened up, observing her. Yeah… everything was perfect indeed.
“Turn around and get on your hands and knees, baby.”
Laughing again, Lisa leaned back on her hands. She just looked at him with those hooded eyes that were sensuality personified. Closing her legs for good measure, too, which was pretty redundant given what they have been doing.
“So you aren’t that old after all…”
He bit his lip and said nothing and she turned serious. Her eyes no longer playful, but smoldering hot. Quietly, she raked her hand through her hair and assumed the position, and once again he was amazed at how gorgeous she looked, just offering herself to him like that.
“Good girl…”
His hands closing on her firm waist, he positioned himself at her center, just stroking her at first, sliding along her center, enjoying the heat that was the prelude of the absolute annihilation of every defense that he knew would come next. She wiggled her perfect ass, pushing back a little, just allowing him to get a small taste. He withdrew from her, breaking the contact.
Lisa exhaled.
“Michael… come on…”
Alright… She wanted it bad. Just as bad as he wanted it. His grip on her waist tightened. As hard as he was, he didn’t need any help penetrating her and he did. It felt like jumping straight into a pool of liquid fire. Entering her fully, he could not repress a groan and Lisa too whimpered. Her upper body dipped forward and she rested her forehead on her forearms.
“Oh, shit…” Having him still immobile behind her, she started to slide against him. “You’re so crazy big. I missed this. God…”
That was it. Michael began to move and he did it without restraints, knowing well that she could take the intensity, the onslaught, and the all-consuming ecstasy that would always come when they fucked like this. And although this was undoubtedly lovemaking, there was also an element of rawness to it that they had not experienced in quite some time. It was reconnection. It was about stripping each other bare. It was about becoming one. But mostly, it was about leaving a mark.
Lisa felt like heaven, as usual hot and tight just like he remembered and as the minutes progressed, he started to take her in earnest, feeling so completely in love and in communion with her that his eyes began to burn. Her words, urging him on and reminding him how good he felt inside her, were the best reassurance ever. He saw her climax once, twice, all the while desperately holding on to his staying power. Keeping himself in check because he wanted this to last forever. Making up for all the time they had lost – despite their best intentions and hopes.
And then not seeing her face as they did this simply became too much. Pulling out of her, leaving her hot little body, he panted and wiped his forehead with the back of his hand. He was on the verge of losing it.
“Turn around… Scoot over a little…”
For the umpteenth time that night, Lisa complied. Just seeing her like that, naked except for those stockings, garter belt and heels was almost enough to make him come. But not yet. He knew there was something much better than being a spectator.
“Come here, big guy…” She lay back on the sheets and opened her arms. There she was. His safe harbor. “…Kiss me.”
Michael knelt on the mattress and she welcomed him between her legs, her arms around him, her lips on his. As they kissed, she tilted her pelvis up and took him in again, moaning in his mouth. Her legs closed around his waist, one hand came to rest on the small of his back, caressed his ass in a familiar gesture. Her internal muscles held him prisoner and he was instantly freed.
“God, Mike… You feel…” She swallowed hard and stared at him through half-closed eyes. “…So damn good.”
He thrust into her, making her cry out as they resumed their dance.
“I gotta see your face while I come, Lise…” He gritted his teeth and closed his fist in her hair, his motions intensifying in aggression, albeit not in speed. “Fuck… Here it is…”
She bit his chin ever so gently, then caressed his lips with her tongue and they kissed again. Her thighs closed around his hips once again and their grip was firm. Inescapable. Michael didn’t want to be anywhere but there.
“Shit… Oh, fuck…”
Letting go of her mouth, he started to come and she, with him.
He never stopped looking at her, and his heart soared, burned, and was reborn.