Author's Note: There is sexual content in this chapter. I think (especially for me) to determine where the line is drawn between "T" and "M". I tried to use my best judgment on it.
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They stood together, foreheads touching, letting the water cascade around their heated bodies. She could feel his body moving her back, pressing her soaking body to the cool tiles of the wall. He reached down passed her breasts to the base of her thighs, lifting her up, wrapping her legs around him. Flooding memories of the night before coming to her with every agonizing movement he made.
"Michelle, I love you…"
She smiled and began kissing him again, falling back onto the bed, wrapped around each other, eager and hungry for one another. He rolled her onto her back and pulled back, looking into her eyes and stroking her cheek softly with his finger. She was looking at him with so much trust and desire that he had to take a moment to get his emotions in check. He kissed her softly and began unbuttoning her shirt while watching her, both of them silent, absorbing every detail of the moment.
With her shirt unbuttoned and her pants unfastened they both moved off the bed and stood beside it. She unbuttoned his shirt and pushed it back off his shoulders and arms. He pushed her shirt off her shoulders and down her arms, reaching behind her to unclasp her bra before slowly gliding the straps down her arms and watching it fall away from her body and to the floor. His hands instinctively went toward her breasts, covering them gently for a moment and then tracing his fingers lightly around the edges and up, his thumbs grazing her, alternating slowly between them as she arched her back and moaned lightly.
He pulled back and pulled her into his chest. Feeling her trembling slightly he began kissing her mouth and then around her jaw-line and neck up to ear, whispering words of comfort and assurance while his strong hands moved over her soft, bare back, holding onto her as if he were the only thing supporting her. She was becoming putty in his hands, all of her senses heightened and her brain slowly giving way to the blissful fog that was attempting to cloud her thoughts. She felt him lay her back onto the cool sheets. He began sliding her pants down her legs, leaving her in her panties wanting to squirm under his watchful eye but paralyzed with anticipation of what was coming next.
She watched him unbutton and then unzip his jeans, letting them fall to the floor and slowly stepping out of them. He wanted her and only her, his body, his mind and his heart hungry for her, ready to devour her one small piece at a time. She reached out to touch him, but he pulled her hand away. He laid her back onto the bed again, following on top of her, both of them moving and scooting around until they found the center of the bed.
He moved in-between her legs and hovered over her. He moved closer to her and began kissing her shoulders and her neck, covering her with sweet, warm, wet kisses and he heard her suck in her breath and looked up at her.
"Do you want me to stop?" He asked genuinely concerned.
"Please Tony, I want you, I do." Michelle assured him.
She took a deep breath, laid her arms back so that the back of her hands were resting on the pillow and closed her eyes. She could feel his mouth moving slowly over her body, the heat radiating from his body as he hovered just inches above her, gently tantalizing her flesh, turning her nervousness
into desire as she began to squirm underneath him while he glided his fingers lightly over her stomach making her squirm more.
She shook her head, her brain still trapped in a state of euphoria. He moved down her body, sitting between her legs and slowly pulling her panties down, feeling her wetness on them. With her panties out of the way, he looked up at her. God she was beautiful. Her skin a light pinkish color, her body heated up and wanting him, her eyes begging and her hands finally reaching out and grabbing his shoulders, pulling him forward.
He kissed her while moving in and out of her slowly, finally moving his mouth to her ear and talking to her, feeling her responding and then thrusting deeper, her face flushed, pulling him to her so she could kiss him and hold him and rock back and forth in rhythm with him, relaxed.
When she was finished he slowly rolled them over, keeping them connected, her lying over his chest, too wobbly to move. He sat up slowly with her, staying inside her, wrapping his arms around her and locking her up in another deep, wet passionate kiss, making her wonder if she'd ever experienced anything that felt this connected, this personal before.
She clenched around him and again and then went still, no noise coming out, caught in the middle of something that felt so good she couldn't make a sound. He watched her orgasm, watched her face and watched her mouth make that shape with no sound and when she was done and collapsed onto his chest he let go as indiscernible noises slipped from his lips.
She finally lifted her head from his chest, the sweat on their bodies starting to cool under the ceiling fan above the bed.
Sliding down suddenly in front of her, he pressed soft kisses against her belly, his fingertips whispering over her hips. She looked down at him, her hair tousled, the dampened curls around her face sticking to her forehead, and he felt a rush of tenderness and his heart swelled. There was such trust in her eyes, so much emotion. Her eyes were always so expressive, so telling, their color like a barometer of her moods and feelings.
He talked to her, softly, running his fingertips down her shoulders and arms, caressing the curves of her body as if memorizing them to later make a sculpture. His head descended, face pressing into the juncture of her neck and her shoulder, inhaling her, pressing kisses along her chest, making her arch.
"This one's my favorite," he said softly.
The words tried to penetrate her blur of desire. "What?" she gasped.
"This color," he told her, fanning his fingers over the flushed skin of her breast. "This pink...after you just came for me. There's none like it. You own so many colors..."
She looked down at him, watching as he pressed feather-light kisses from the inside of her thighs to her stomach. She liked the way his dark skin tone meshed with her silky cream.
They emerged from the bedroom an hour later, a thin layer of sweat covering their still naked bodies.
"Want some ice cream?" She asked.
"Love some after all that… fervor. I thought you were either going to pass out or wake the neighbors that last time." He said.
Michelle blushed and smacked him light on the chest. "Well you weren't exactly voiceless either. Now have a seat and I'll get you some ice cream." Michelle said.
"Yes dear."
Tony sat on the couch and Michelle disappeared into the kitchen. She returned moments later with a bottle of beer, a pint of ice cream and a spoon. She handed him the beer and sat beside him with the ice cream. He took a long drink of the beer, grabbed a coaster and set it down, leaning back into the couch. He watched her take a couple of bites of the ice cream, slowly licking the frozen treat off the spoon and then turning the spoon over in her mouth and pulling it out slowly, letting her tongue pull the remnants of the ice cream from the spoon. She noticed how intently he was watching her.
"What?" She asked in an amused tone.
"Nothing, I was just thinking how lucky that spoon is." Tony teased making her laugh; earning him a smack on the arm.
"You're kind of cute you know that?" He said and leaned in to kiss her getting rewarded with the chocolaty taste of her tongue.
"Mmm, thanks, was that my dessert?" Tony asked.
"Well for the rest of the night I thought I'd be your dessert." Michelle told him.
Tony took the ice cream from her and set it on the table in front of the couch. He pushed her back onto the cushion and closed his mouth over hers, her cold tongue eagerly meeting his until they perfected the dance and settled into lengthy, passionate kiss that eventually took them both down onto the couch, wrapped up together side by side, holding tightly to one another, neither wanting to come up for air. She could feel his hands moving over her body, down her back and over her hips, holding firmly to her butt and pulling her closer to him, both bucking their hips forward at the same time and grinding into one another for a moment. Michelle pulled out of the kiss and away from him. She sat up and looked down into his dark, smoldering eyes and smiled at him before she stood and held her hand out, leading him back to the bedroom.
"Mmm, I love you."