Thanks for the reviews! Forgot to give the disclaimer in the first chapter so here goes:
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Rated M for language and smut. Yes there will be smut. It's me after all! :)
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Andy's hand slipped beneath her layers to cup her breast as he began kissing the line of her jaw. Michelle froze in Andy's arms. Her long neglected feminine side screamed for her to surrender. Just as loud were demons from her past reminding her of memories she wished she could forget. With a strangled sob Michelle wrenched herself away from Andy and stumbled into the bathroom. Gripping the sink she struggled to regain her composure. Andy lay on the makeshift bed a moment, stunned at her reaction. Granted things had moved pretty fast but he didn't think he had done anything that over the top.
After splashing her face with some cold water Michelle walked through the cabin to the kitchen, "Hey, the gas stove still works. What would you like for breakfast?"
Andy did a double take; he had never seen anyone lock down their emotions as quickly as she had. He was no pysch major but even he knew that wasn't healthy. He followed her into the kitchen. He leaned against the doorframe watching her tremble as she pulled a skillet out of the cabinet. "Michelle, I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable," he said quietly.
Michelle dropped her head then whispered, "You didn't do anything wrong. It's me."
"The hell it is. I was out of line."
A tear slid down her cheek, "No. You were sweet. Seriously it is me."
"You say it wasn't me."
"It's not."
"And I know it isn't you. That leaves one last option."
Michelle wished he would just walk away and let her get herself under complete control. She tried to hide a sniff, "A-and th-that is what?"
"It's him," he said simply.
Michelle's wall started to crumble. Andy crossed the distance between them and wrapped her in his arms. "You need to tell me why you left him," he whispered.
"I'm not comfortable talking about it," Michelle began.
"Obviously. Have you talked to anyone? A therapist? Priest? Anybody?" he asked.
Michelle shook her head. Andy led her back to the couch and pulled her down beside him. His initial thought had been that her ex-husband had a lot to do about the way she reacted and something deep inside him drove him to get her to open up. "You flinched and froze when I touched you. Did he hurt you?" Michelle refused to meet his eyes. Andy's hand clinched into a fist at his side, "Michelle? Did. He. Hurt. You?"
"Let's just say that gentle touches always came with a very high price," she answered softly. One brick holding back the flood of her emotions fell away. "After a while I wasn't willing to pay it so I avoided sex at all costs thinking he would get a clue."
"And did he?" Many things were becoming clear to Andy.
Michelle shrugged, "He became very…I don't know how to describe it. The only thing he didn't complain about was my cooking. Never a nice word about anything. The car's axle rod broke while I was driving so it was obviously my fault. I caused everything bad that happened to happen. He was always belittling me." Michelle took a breath before continuing. The emotional dam had burst and it felt wonderful to finally let everything out. " I was brought up that marriage vows were for life. But I knew that there was no way I could spend the rest of my life miserable and being made to feel like a failure. I suggested counseling and he made it clear that I was welcome to go…alone…because the issues in our marriage were all my doing."
"So that was the last straw?"
"The last straw was his chat room friend showing up. He insisted that he hadn't invited her but was irate that I wouldn't agree to let her stay in our home. How could I be so uncharitable? She'd spent all her money on her bus ticket. I was frigid anyways so why would I care if he satisfied himself somewhere else?" Tears were pouring down Michelle's face, she had tried so hard to make her marriage work and in the end it had crumbled around her. "I just couldn't cope with it anymore. I found myself praying everyday that he would get killed at work or die in a wreck on the way home. That made me disgusted with myself. I'm not a hateful person. I finally decided that I had to throw away my wedding vows."
Andy held her while she cried. So many of the ways she reacted to things became instantly clear to him. It didn't take a stranger long to realize what a caring and empathetic person Michelle was. In Andy's opinion, what her ex had done to her bordelined on being criminal. As a result Michelle bore some deep, emotional scars that would take a long time to heal. The logical part of his conscious told him that he did not need to get involved in that situation. With where he was at in his own life at the moment he couldn't devote enough of his time or himself to give Michelle what she needed. On the other hand now that he knew what was making her tick he realized how desperately she needed someone to show to her that her ex was completely wrong. Andy tilted Michelle's chin up with his finger and gently wiped away her tears. Placing a hand on the back of her neck he drew her in for a soft, tender kiss. "Sweetheart. The only thing frigid around here is the weather." She smiled softly back at him, "Thanks Andy."
Andy drew back, "Why don't you go freshen up and I'll fix us some breakfast?"
Michelle heated some water on the stove and took it to the bathroom to wash up with. It wasn't as refreshing as a shower, but was better than nothing. She returned to the common area and found that Andy had moved the mattress out of the way and was setting out breakfast on the coffee table. "Definitely a pattern," she teased spooning up a bite of oatmeal.
"Hey, there's sausage links too. I didn't boil that," he countered.
When they were finished Michelle gathered their dishes and carried them into the kitchen intending on washing them up. Andy had other plans. "Leave the dishes Michelle. I'll get them."
"You sure?" Michelle hated washing dishes.
"Positive. Come 'ere."
Michelle walked through the door, "Whatcha need?"
Andy met her at the door and grabbed her by the shoulders, "This…" His lips crashed against hers and Michelle wrapped her arms around his neck, whimpering at the touch. Andy scooped her up in his arms and carried her over to the couch seating her on his lap. He drew her in for another kiss before whispering, "Tell me when I need to stop". Michelle simply nodded as he began trailing kisses down her collarbone. Her breath caught as he began unbuttoning her shirt. His eyes locked with hers gauging her reaction. She nodded slightly and Andy deftly unclasped her bra. Andy gently palmed both globes and lowered his mouth. Her body stiffened as a defensive instinct. He softly rolled his tongue around the puckered pebble. Michelle sucked in a sharp breath. "Always gentle," he murmured and lavished the same affection on the other. The amazing sensation, so foreign, yet so wanted. She buried her face and hands into his hair and moaned. He grinned up at her, "Something you like?" Michelle smiled shyly and nodded. "Then you're gonna love this sweetheart." Andy tenderly kissed a trail down between the valley of her breasts. Continuing on he began working her out of her jeans. He slid from beneath her, spread her legs and knelt before her.
Michelle couldn't believe how gentle this man was being with her yet she inwardly hated herself when she shuttered as Andy dipped his mouth towards her core. Andy glanced up at the movement and saw the look of dread on her face. He knew then that if he ever met the asshole who had treated her so horribly he would beat the man to a pulp. He gently kissed her inner thigh as he schooled his emotions. "Do we need to stop?" he asked in a hoarse whisper. Michelle shook her head no, "Sorry." Andy laid his head against her soft stomach, "Don't apologize. I won't hurt you."
Michelle gave a small smile, "I know that and believe that. It's just reflex."
Andy gave her a lopsided grin, "Time to learn a new reflex then." With no more warning than that he pulled her lower down on the couch for better access. Before the old fear could rear its head again he laved the very center of her pleasure with his strong tongue. Michelle hissed in pleasure as electricity arced through her body. Andy gave deep chuckle before continuing his assault. Her fingers threaded through his hair as she began to buck against his mouth. "God, Andy!" she moaned. "That's it, let it go baby." He doubled his efforts and was rewarded as she screamed out her orgasm. Her head lolled against the back of the couch as the euphoria wrapped itself around her.
"Hey now, don't tell me your done already," pouted Andy.
"Are you kidding? Would you like me to return the favor?" she said archly.
Watching her respond to his touches had made Andy rock hard. There was no way he would last if she did. "Another time babe."
Michelle mistook his meaning. "Oh, okay," she replied taken aback.
Andy shook his head. "You misunderstand." He drew her down beside him on the plush rug in front of the fire. With a searing kiss he ground against her. "I want something else entirely," he rasped out. He quickly shucked off his own jeans and firmly planted himself within her molten depths. He hadn't counted on the unbelievable tightness of her silky sheath and could see her tightly closed eyes and measured breaths.
"Sorry babe, so sorry," he murmured into her neck.
"S'okay hon. Not the same. Just give me a second to adjust," she whispered back. Her fingertips trailed lightly across his shoulders.
"Do that and a second is all you'll get," he warned. He began nuzzling and kissing along her throat and was rewarded with an uncontrolled buck against him. Andy grinned against her neck, "Now that's a reflex I like!" and then repeated the action. She bucked wildly again. "Fuck, Andy!" she ground out between gritted teeth.
Andy moved back ever so slightly and slowly thrust back inside. Michelle whimpered against him. "Please Andy," she begged.
"What Michelle? Tell me what you want." Andy used his steel shaft to tease her, a slow deep thrust followed by a quick stab. He knew what she desired so badly but he wanted to hear her demand it. Wave after wave pleasure coursed through her and her body was screaming for release. Between the provocative sounds coming from Michelle and the almost torturous grip she had on him Andy was barely able to restrain himself, but he did. "I can do this all night sweetheart," he taunted lazily, "You'd better speak up." He gave another maddening thrust that promised so much more just to tease her.
Finally Michelle could take no more of the slow torture and snapped her hips against him, "Please, oh God, please!"
Victory was in his sights, "Please what?" He gave her several rapid deep strokes and then stopped. "Please what?" he demanded.
Michelle was writhing beneath him and then finally let go, "Fuck me! Please fuck me Andy!" she screamed. The battle was his and he began rhythmically moving in and out pulling cry after cry from her. Michelle could feel herself spirally out of control, "Harder!" she begged clawing at his shoulders. Andy growled and complied. Michelle was on the brink, "Yes, yes. Please don't stop!" she begged. Andy could feel her tighten as her orgasm approached; he stilled himself to keep from hurting her. "Noo! Please don't stop!" she pleaded. Andy gripped her thighs and slammed into her, his control snapping. Over and over he plunged ripping screams from her as her orgasm overtook her. With one last thrust and a roar he poured his seed into her, her contracting tunnel continuing to milk him. Finally he collapsed on top of her, utterly spent. The emotional reaction to their lovemaking had Michelle quietly crying against his shoulder.
"Aw, sweetheart. Please tell me those are happy tears?" he asked.
Michelle smiled up through her tears and kissed him, "Absolutely. That was my first orgasm with someone else in over seven years."
"Seven years?"
"Yeah, he'd stop before," she admitted hesitantly. She didn't need or want him associated with what she had shared with Andy
"Fucker," he muttered and then kissed her soundly. "Well missy, let me assure you that you are ANYTHING but frigid. Sounds like a personal problem for him." He shifted to lie beside her and pulled a quilt over them.
"Thank you Andy," she said snuggling closer to him.
"For what?" he asked.
"For making me feel like a…like a real woman again," admitted Michelle blushing as she said it.
"Don't thank me for that. Any real man would show you what an amazing woman you are. I was just lucky enough that it was me that got to show you."
