When I make it back up to her shoulders, I feel her shudder against me. Without a word, I scoop her up from under her knees. Her arms fly to my neck as she holds onto me. With her resting safely in my arms, I find her stairs and head upstairs. She points to her bedroom, and I place her down gently on her cedar-colored bedspread.
I lean my body over her slightly, trying not to press all my weight down on top of her. She coos as I touch my lips to her collarbones while my hands wrap around her pants. In one yank, they are down, and her legs curl up on the bed under me. She moves herself up, lounging back on the pillows as I lay at the foot of the bed.
My hands take her left foot and begin to massage softly into the red pads of her heel. She moans in gratitude and ecstasy. I then trace my knuckle into the arch, slowly moving up towards the toes, giving each one attention. I move to her ankles, softly pressing into the thin line where her bones are. I knead her calf muscles, careful to avoid the sensitive parts, and, then, slowly, methodically inch up towards her thighs. Her legs spread slightly apart, giving my hands just enough area to move in between the downy skin.
I lay my head between them, kissing at the cold inner parts of her legs. Her back arches up as she moves her hips closer to my face, expectantly. I move higher up her thigh towards her hip, kissing the indent of her where her panty line is. My lips make a V shape as it dips towards her naked sex.
As I taste just a hint of her skin, the small scent of her sweat. Every bit of me is desperate to devour her *, to lick and suck with reckless abandon. But I, instead, move back up the length of her body where I find her soft breasts and erect nipples. My hands cover them, warming them up under my palms. Her arms move towards her head as she gives in to me. I have total control over her as she closes her eyes and feels the tip of my tongue linger over her skin and circling over the very tip of her pink little nub. I suck gently on it, using my teeth very, very gently to add a bit of pressure. My fingers work on the other one, twisting it slightly to mimic the sensation the first is enjoying.
Michelle’s mouth opens wide, an almost silent cry finding its way out. I stop in my place and take her mouth to mine. She hums as our lips wrestle one another, again fighting to gain control. She pushes me up slightly and then rolls on top of me, taking over where I left off. Her own mouth travels down the length of my neck, my collarbone, and towards my chest where she laps at my nipples.
Her other hand pulls at my pants, unzipping it carefully as I wrangle them off of my hips and towards the floor. My briefs go down into the pile with them as she reaches behind herself and grabs hold of my already rock-hard cock. Her fingers dance along the sensitive skin, tracing the vein along the bottom side and sending chills down my body and spine. I reach down and move her hand to my shaft, directing her on how to move up and down without turning herself around.
I watch as her eyes light up and a small smile forms on her face as she tightens her grip. Slowly, she begins the journey from the base to the tip. She picks up speed as she goes, gliding it more gracefully and adding more pressure to the motion. I am lost in it, her hands bringing me to new places, the way her face is lit up by the purple and orange sky outside the window of her bedroom, the look in her eyes as she sees me melt into the bed.
What Michelle wants after all that she has been through is control, and I am more than willing to be the person she takes over. Her smooth hands are now flowing over me like waves washing up to shore as my mind goes blank. I try to concentrate, try to hold it in, but her body begins to sway with her hands and I feel her moist, warm * nuzzle into my hips, and I can’t seem to even catch my breath.
She leans back, slowing down her hands, as I pull myself into a sitting position. I put my hands around her neck and under her hair as I bring her in for a deep kiss, the pleasure taking me along with it. My body shakes as I hold fast to her, pushing her down into a crouching position as she readies to take me into her. But she doesn’t let up. Her ass dances on my cock, rubbing it harder and harder, grinding up against it. I feel a stir in my balls and a pumping moving up my shaft into the tip of my cock. Suddenly, I cry out, feeling myself explode. I orgasm hard, thick jets of white cum pulsating out of me and onto her naked skin.
As I catch my breath, I fall back into the sheets, completely at a loss as to what just happened. But Michelle looks down at me and smiles brightly. She curls up into the crevice of my arm, her hands wrapping around my chest as she lets out a long exhale. She is as satisfied as I am with her work.
Neither of us says a word as time passes around us. The sky goes dark and the sounds of the street outside fade, and my mind is finally blank. My girls are safe and sated, but I stay awake, watching Michelle as she fights off sleep. Her arms and hands curl tight around me as if I am about to disappear forever.
Chapter 34: Reality of It