One week later
Sara rolled over. Her eyes were heavy from the deep sleep she had been in just a few minutes before. She'd been dreaming about their wedding. Last night they'd called and talked to the owner of the bed and breakfast and had all their questions answered. Michael of course had had a list ready.
She'd had to bit her tongue when he pulled it out. He was such a planner and well…she wasn't. It turned out that he had made notes after all the conversations they'd had over the past two weeks. The list had turned out to be very helpful. She would never have remembered all of it.
She felt him stirring beside her. In some ways they were so different. The evidence of that was clear as soon as one walked into their apartment. When it had been just her, she tried very hard to clean once a week but usually it was more like once a month. A small smile lit Sara's face, since Michael moved in though the apartment had never been cleaner.
Michael hadn't been sure she was awake. Seeing her smile he couldn't resist. Reaching out he brushed the hair away from her face with the tips of his fingers.
Feeling his touch, she opened her eyes. Smiling back at her was the face of the man she loved. The one who could make her heart race with a simple look or touch. Her smile grew. "Good morning."
Michael's finger's trailed down her face and lingered at the base of her jaw. Leaning in he placed a soft kiss on her lips, "Good morning."
He pulled back but his hand remained, gently caressing her cheek. "So are you ready for today?" she asked.
With her question, his hand stilled and then dropped. Michael rolled to his back and faced the ceiling, bringing his left hand up to scrap across his face but he didn't answer. Sara closed the distance between them and nestled against his chest.
Bringing his arm down, he held her close. He knew she was offering comfort and he was grateful. Today was going to be a big step for him, for them. They would go together to the company barbeque and…socialize.
His week had started out normal enough but as the weekend grew closer so had his anxiety. It appeared everyone from the firm was coming and on Wednesday John had gathered them all together and given them the scoop on what to expect. They were to arrive at twelve thirty and lunch would be served at one.
The only one of his co-workers to say anything to him about Saturday had been Matt. The others had continued to avoid him and watch from a distance. Would things ever be like they were? Maybe. Matt gave him hope. He knew the man wasn't entirely comfortable around him but he was making an effort and as with Jessica, that mattered.
Thursday he'd received a call from both LJ and his parole officer. It seemed LJ had wanted to make sure it was ok he and Jessica stopped by again that evening for some more "study help". Michael knew his nephew was smart and so was Jessica. They'd only "studied" for a half hour last week when they'd come over and the rest of the time was spent visiting. He suspected this was a way for Jessica to feel more comfortable which was fine with him. After their first rather eventful meeting, she'd started to calm down and he'd noticed the fear in her eyes start to dissipate.
The second call from his parole officer hadn't been as pleasant as hearing from his nephew, although he couldn't imagine any call from his parole officer being pleasant. He said he had some time after work that day and would like to swing by for that home visit. Michael wrote down the time and had ended up having to duck out of work about ten minutes early to make sure he was able to arrive at home on time to meet Mr. Sonksen.
The visit had gone better than his first one but it was still embarrassing. He should be used to having his stuff gone through after those eighteen months in Fox River where he had been searched every week for seventy-eight weeks straight. It still felt like a violation though. Actually this felt worse. He knew Mr. Sonksen was only doing his job but he would be glad when July came and he was no longer required to see him.
Sara shifted in his arms, which drew his attention back to the present. She pulled herself up so she could look at him. It wasn't a mystery to her why he was being distant this morning and she knew he needed a distraction. Sliding her hand up his bare chest she bent down and began to nibble at the base of his neck. Sara felt his pause quicken and smiled. She was glad it worked both ways. They could both do this to each other with little effort.
His hand slid up her back and his fingers tangled in her hair. She continued to suck and nibble at his neck while her hand slowly made its way back down his torso and traced random figures on his abs. She felt his muscles tighten under her touch. Michael's other arm came up and joined its partner to caress her hair.
When she started a downward path his hands followed her, holding her head with delicate fingers. With every movement of her mouth she felt his body respond. His face no longer appeared to be masked with the anxiety she'd seen a few minutes ago. Now his eyes were closed, his lips open slightly, and she could feel him hard against her stomach.
Sara was in no hurry. They had plenty of time this morning and she planned on taking advantage it. Once she reached the waist of his boxers, she slid herself back up his body and heard him take a deep breath as her body made full contact with his. Michael's hands fell to her back and held her to him.
Opening his eyes, they locked with hers. The love he saw reflected there almost brought him to tears and he closed his eyes again to hold them back.
Sara leaned down and placed a tender kiss on each of his lids. As she moved down, her lips brushed his cheek before finding his lips. The kiss was barely there but incredibly erotic.
Her kiss was getting to him. He wanted to feel the pressure of her lips, her tongue, but she seemed satisfied with these breathy kisses. Finally he caved. His left hand made it's way up her back to cup her head as he leaned in and captured her mouth for himself.
Sara let a small moan escape from her throat when she felt his lips take possession of hers. She'd been trying to see how long he'd wait before reacting, but keeping the kisses at that barely there touch had almost killed her.
His lips tugged at hers encouraging her to open her mouth to him. When her lips did open and their tongues met a grunt of satisfaction erupted from deep within his throat. Michael's left hand continued to securely hold her head in place as their tongues played. His other hand moved to grasp her hip.
Without breaking the kiss he rose slightly and flipped them over. He pulled back to look at her. Her face was flushed and her lips were swollen from the kisses he'd been ravaging on her the last few minutes. Michael looked down at the t-shirt that was separating them. "You're wearing way to much clothing." Sara bit her bottom lip and nodded.
His hand reached down to the hem of her shirt. She lifted herself up to help him remove it. Once over her head, he tossed the shirt onto the floor. His hand fell to her neck and slowly made its way down between her breasts to the waist of her panties. Sara lifted her hips as he slid them down her legs tossing them aside to join her shirt.
Michael came back to rest on top of her. His lips found hers again briefly then began to move. He kissed the underside of her jaw and her collarbone, then continued downward. When he reached her breasts again he lingered a little, giving each butterfly kisses before he moved lower.
She felt his mouth on her stomach and knew what was coming. With all the effort she could summon she said, "I think we are uneven in the clothing department again."
Michael's eyes looked up at her from where he was hovering. He gave her a little smile, "Patience," he said and went back to what he was doing.
His attention to detail never ceased to amaze her when they made love, especially the slow type of lovemaking they had time for on the weekends. As Michael's lips found her inner thigh, all thoughts left her as she anticipated his mouth, his tongue.
She didn't have to wait long. His lips and tongue found her. She was already so wet and he was enjoying the feel of her under him. As he continued his exploration, Sara's breath began to hitch and he knew she was close. His tongue found her clit and began circling it. With one last lick he saw her head push back against the pillow and her back arch as her mouth opened in a breathy high pitched moan.
He remained between her legs until she came down from her high, placing small kisses on the flesh within his reach. Sara looked down and found his eyes staring back at her. He made her feel so good and she knew he had to be suffering. She'd felt him hard and ready when she'd started kissing him. How long ago had that been? She had no idea.
Decision made she sat up and he followed. Both on their knees facing each other, Sara brought their mouths together again. Moving her hands down to his waist, she began working his boxers down his hips. When the contact between the bed and his knees stopped their progress, Michael broke the kiss and rolled over onto his back to finish removing them. Clothing removed, he threw them to the floor and began to rise but Sara's hand stilled him.
She'd turned and was now facing him. Her left hand on his chest and her right hand was dangerously close to the part of him that was hard and ready for her. His eyes found hers and giving him a little smile her hand surrounded him. Michael's head fell back against the pillow and he closed his eyes. Then he felt her mouth. Her lips were soft as she slid her tongue down his shaft.
Michael's hands gripped the sheets and he tried to concentrate on something other than how good her mouth felt. He wanted to let go but he couldn't. Not until he was inside her. His diversions were working until he felt her take all of him into her mouth and the tip of him hit the back of her throat. He sucked in a deep breath and desperately whispered her name.
Sara looked up but didn't release him. She found his eyes and heard him whisper again, "Please." As much as she was enjoying herself, she wanted to feel him inside her as well and she knew he was close. With one last lick of her tongue she released him. Pulling herself up his body, their tongues met. This time there were no soft playful kisses.
Michael held her to him and poured all the need he had into that kiss. He couldn't wait any longer. He needed to be inside her. To feel her surrounding him. Breaking the kiss he flipped them both over. And reaching between them he guided himself to her opening and slid inside. Her body immediately reacted and he felt her muscles hugging him as he began to move.
Holding each other with their eyes, Sara matched his movements. She knew he was close but so was she. With every thrust he was bring her closer. She could feel the tension building and wanted them to go over together. She reached up and brought his lips down to hers. Locking their mouths together, their tongues tangled together. She could taste herself on him. He thrust again and she felt herself fall over the edge she had been teetering on.
He felt her muscles tighten around him and it had been the last straw for him. He swallowed her moan and road her orgasm. Thrusting one last time he found his own release and moaned loudly into her mouth, never breaking their kiss.
As his breathing began to come normally again, Michael began to rise and lift himself off her but she pulled him back. "Not yet," she whispered. He leaned back down, supporting himself on his elbows. Wrapping her arms around him, they lay holding each other. He glanced at the clock. Ten thirty. An hour had past since he'd first awakened. They'd have to get up soon and get ready, but not quite yet.
