A/N. Wow. The fact you kept reading and made it to chapter 3 humbles me greatly. I knew I said that last chapter (and let me apologize for the typos…it was written at midnight) but this is my first actually chapter story. This chapter includes a song written by a BRILLIANT songwriter/ singer named Rob Gonzalez you can look him up on facebook or go to his website. just add www before his name and .com afterwards. I met him when I was in college and he was doing cover songs at a local bar. I didn't know any of the songs, but I was impressed with HIM. This song is called "A long, long night" and is one of his older ones. It's one of my favorites.
And now onto chapter 3…
PHILS P.O.V.
It took me what seemed to be a week and a half to drive down Beacon Street to Coolidge Corner from Kenmore Square. But the air conditioning in my rental car worked and the slow moving traffic gave me a lot of time to think about Michelle.
It's been a quick six months. I didn't realize how much I talk about her until Daniel burst out laughing when I was in the midst of a story about us having dinner the last time I was in Brookline.
"Dude, you've got it bad. You're totally smitten." I began to laugh too.
"I guess I am."
I turned down Pleasant Street and pulled into the small lot past the flowering bushes. I turned into Michelle's parking space. When I came to see her, she would leave her car at her school in Cleveland Circle and either run home or take the T. I got out of my rental car and noticed the woman by the play structure at the other end of the lot. Mostly because she was staring at me. I gave her a wave as I got my suitcase out from the trunk. She pulled out her cell phone and started to dial. I assumed Michelle was about to know I'm here. I was tempted to get back in my rental and drive around the block, but too many nights of phone sex and not being able to touch her was making me antsy.
MICHELLES P.O.V.
My phone rang as I was taking my mac and cheese out of the oven. The salad was sitting in the fridge and I had already set the table. I checked the screen before answering.
"Hi Sarit, what's up?" I said in Hebrew.
"A man just pulled into your parking space. Are you expecting someone?" I glanced at the clock.
"Shit! He's early!" There was a pause.
""Michelle, he looks like a bum," Sarit said in low tone, switching back over to English.
I grinned. "I wouldn't take him any other way." I said goodbye and ended the call. There was a loud knock, followed by three short knocks…what Phil referred to as his secret knock.
PHILS P.O.V.
"Who is it?" she yelled through the door. I could hear the amusement in her voice.
"I'm a man in need of some good food and even better company."
"You're early," she said opening the door. She was wearing nothing more than a grin, sports bra, and workout shorts. I'd make short work of the bra and shorts.
I stepped into her apartment, and dropped my bag next to her sneakers. I felt that magnetic pull that I usually felt when I was near Michelle. I stepped closer to her and she backed up until she hit the wall. The "devil may care" smile that I love so much graced her face as I wrapped my arms around her and pulled her flush against my body.
"Dinner just came out of the oven," she said putting her forehead against mine.
"Fuck dinner," I said crashing my lips against hers.
Four o'clock in the morning
From a peaceful sleep I hear her calling
And I know
It's gonna be a long, long night
I walked backwards, pulling her with me, until I reached the couch. I sat down, spreading her legs and pulling her down so she was straddling me. She pulled her head away from mine.
"I am not a fucking teenager," she said and started to moan as my fingers found her nipples. I grinned. I could feel the heat coming from her core.
"It's easier to get you in a frenzy on the couch before I take you to bed, and have you screaming my name." I grabbed the edge of her bra and pulled it up. She got the hint, took it off, and threw it behind her. My mouth found her nipple and I began to roll it around with my teeth. Michelle's fingers ran through my hair, stopping at the back of my head, holding it in place. Her hips began to rock, rubbing her crotch against mine.
She walks in with her dress off
And says she'd like to play some baseball
And I know
It's gonna be a long, long night
A long, long night
While the music keeps on playing
A long, long night
With the sunrise like a flame
To light up the sky
It's gonna work out fine
It's just a long, long night
I released her nipple and found her lips. Her hands moved to the sides of my face as our tongues explored each other's mouths. Her hands slid down my chest, ending at my jeans, unbuttoning them and pulling down the zipper. Her hand moved up to the waistband of my underwear and then down inside grasping onto my cock.
MICHELLES P.O.V.
As soon as I wrapped my hand around him, he made a sound that was a mix between a hiss and a moan.
"Did you miss me?" I said slowly stroking him. I leaned in to kiss the tattoo behind his left ear.
"Oh sweet Jesus." He moaned, his hands dropping to the couch, his head falling back to the cushion. My hand continued to stroke him as I kissed down his neck.
"Get. On. The. Bed." Phil said between moans. I crawled off him, stood, and walked toward my bedroom, losing my shorts along the way. I heard Phil's jeans hit the floor, followed by his shirt.
When we rise up so high
And with all of our might
And she is drenched in her mascara
But she knows that I still want her
Yes she knows
I want to feel her from the inside
A long, long night
While the music keeps on playing
A long, long night
With the sunrise like a flame
To light up the sky
It's gonna work out fine
It's just a long, long night
I crawled onto bed with Phil right behind me. I felt his hands on my hips, soundlessly telling me to turn over. I flipped over and Phil took my hands, holding my wrists on the bed above my head. He leaned over me, holding me on the bed with his body weight.
"I don't want you to move," he said and grinned, "TOO much." His free hand slid down my side moving to my stomach when it hit my hip. He wiggled on top of me, parting my legs with his knees and his hand slid down to my clit, starting to tease it. My whole body arched up against him.
"Do you want more?" he asked me. All I could do was nod. His finger slid into me as I cried out with pleasure. He began a painfully slow rhythm that was nothing more than sweet torture.
"Faster please," I whispered putting emphasis on the faster. He sped up and I could feel the flickers of an orgasm building. He added another finger and I was thrown over the edge calling out his name.
And she is drenched in her mascara
But she knows that I still want her
Yes she knows
I want to feel her from the inside
I looked over at him and smiled. I pushed him onto his back and straddled his waist, pushing his cock into me. As soon as he buried to the hilt, I began to ride him. He reached up, one hand on my hip, and his other hand went to my now swollen clit rubbing it in time with me. I could feel myself clench on him as new sensations started to take over my body.
"Come for me," he said and that was all it took. My insides turned to jelly, and once again I came. He was right behind me, his nails leaving marks in my hip.
A long, long night
While the music keeps on playing
A long, long night
With the sunrise like a flame
To light up the sky
It's gonna work out fine
It's just a long, long night
PHILS P.O.V.
I held her as she lay next to me in bed, her head on my shoulder. I kissed the top of her head and she snuggled a little closer into me. Her left hand was across my stomach. My stomach rumbled making her hand move. She laughed.
"Hungry?" she asked.
"Famished," I said taking her hand, rubbing the base of her ring finger. I smiled, thinking of the ring in my suitcase. I planned on proposing tonight. My stomach growled again.
But first…dinner.
End