****If the first couple of paragraphs seem familiar, this is where our story started, but it's a different chapter. Thanks for continuing to read.
Michaela was warmly resting against Sully as he peacefully and quite satisfyingly slept on his back. She slowly opened her eyes, aware of his broad chest rising and falling. His lips ever so slightly parted, she heard the air gently but heavily rush in and out of his lungs. Oh how his beautiful, full, lips cherished her body. Every inch, it seemed, had been caressed and attended to by them. She closed her eyes and shuddered thinking of them upon her breast, upon other more intimate places.
A smile pulled at her lips. She loved watching him sleep so contently, so deeply. She had never known him to be tired like this, every fiber of his being had been spent loving her. She felt cherished, loved. As she watched him get some well deserved rest, she couldn't help the pleasant feelings and a smile that accompanied her every waking moment. He was quite appealing, and the sight of him awakened a thrill in her she had never felt before.
The soft sheet of their honeymoon bed was loosely caressing her own skin, wrapped around her, warm and gentle, running lightly across her and covering her husband's midsection as it bound them together. Laying against his chest, her leg was warmly hooked around his, and his arm held her close with his palm resting in the small of her back. In the time since they had walked through the door of the train that would bring them to this moment in Denver, she had become most educated about the art of making love. After all, education did not solely come from books, as he had reminded her, and they had explored a more practical application of science and poetry. Her skin warmed as she thought about the moment he had made her his wife. The first time, their first time being joined and being more than intimate, being one.
She gently caressed his skin, lightly holding him she turned her lips to his abdomen, gently kissing his skin, then she repeated her kiss in a slightly different spot, raising her eyes to see if he would wake up. He didn't though and she moved her hand playing with the hair on his chest. She lightly blew across his skin, his muscles contracted, and he breathed heavily, but he calmed himself and gently breathed through his slightly parted lips. Smiling, she slowly moved her leg so she could be free of him. Reaching behind her back she slowly pulled his arm straight and away from her until she was able to arch up and crawl closer to him.
She leaned over and kissed him, lingering softly upon his lips. He gasped a little and softly returned the pressure he had felt. His hand moved back to her and he pulled her towards him. Continuing to kiss her, his tongue sought her own. She pulled away and smiled. Sliding her leg across his, she was laying on top of him now. Leaning in, she softly kissed his lips again and again. She pulled back and looked into his eyes, "I love you Sully, so much." He smiled, and put his hand to her face, letting his fingers run through her hair. "I love you too, Michaela." He leaned forward and kissed her. She slid down a little and placed her head in the hollow of his neck. He kissed the top of her head and let his hands slide to her back, caressing over her. He made soft tiny circles near her neck, simultaneously stroking the middle of her back. He was slow, and she just enjoyed how pleasing it felt.
Last night had been indescribable, they had taken their time all night long, and every touch held the most tender expression of passion and love. He heard her softly sigh. She kissed his shoulder, her lips felt so light, she lifted her head and worked her way to his neck, laying her head back against his chest and shoulder, he felt small puffs of warm air against his neck. She softly whispered against him. "We have to leave in the morning." She kissed his neck. He put his hand in her hair and moved to the sensitive area near her neck. She spoke again, "Will we ever have time like this again?" She put her lips to his neck again. She didn't just hear his response, she felt the vibrations. "We'll just have to be more careful." She held her breath, "What about last night, what about the other times?" The passion between them those nights had been lasting, fervent, uncontrollable. "We'll have to save those moments for when we're alone. Maybe Matthew can let Brian and Colleen stay with him sometime." Michaela blushed a little, it was strange to think about planning how they could be alone, but she couldn't imagine never being able to fully enjoy these feelings again.
He laughed a little, "Besides, I know every inch of Colorado Springs, there's more than enough areas that people never visit." She acted surprised but felt somewhat excited, pretending her propriety had won out she gasped, "Sully!" She pulled away, pretending to be shocked, but looking into his eyes, she could only smile and lean into a passionate kiss. She felt him against her. Pushing against his chest she straddled him. Her hands rubbed over his chest slowly, she leaned down again, kissing him with desire and letting her tongue caress him. He grew more firm beneath her, and pushing up again, she supported herself with one hand while letting the other slowly run down him. Taking his manhood into her hand and positioning herself, she pressed down slowly against him, biting her bottom lip. Sully closed his eyes, quickly licked his lips, and gasped. His muscles in his abdomen tightened. She looked down and rubbed over them, causing him to relax a little. Then she rubbed over his chest again. He licked his lips again, he was breathing deep slow breaths. She watched his chest rise and fall. He looked up at her, she was unbelievably beautiful, soft auburn curls of hair falling against her breast. Beautiful ivory skin that only magnified the passionate blush of her desires. He could see and feel those desires she now fulfilled with her hands against him.
He had his hands on the bed, grasping the sheets, and she reached for both of them at the same time and placed them on her hips, but he took his hand and placed it back against the bed as his other hand moved to her backside and firmly pressed her against him while he lifted them both and slid into more of a sitting position. He appreciated her efforts, but he wanted to touch her. Leaning forward he kissed the inside area of her breast, and slowly stroked over her with his hand. He felt her contract against him. When she relaxed again he moved his hands to her thighs. Slowly pressing into them he moved to her hips. She wanted his guidance and he wanted to show her what would please them both. He whispered, "Ever so easy." Slowly pulling her against him, her hips moved steadily against him. It felt good being able to find the perfect depths of passion. She lay her arm across his shoulder and firmly pressed her other hand against him letting her fingers grasp him tight. She was very pleased, free to enjoy the sensations she had found. Steadily she found a rhythmically pleasurable pace. Sully just watched her, ready to take over if she needed him to, but also letting her finish what she had begun. It was important that she use her own desires to get what she wanted. He continued to caress her and draw out her desires as she moved more and more deliberately. Then the sudden explosion of passions made her call out with every intense contraction she felt coursing through her. She leaned into his neck, pressing her body firmly against him. It was overwhelming, and the arm that had been across his shoulder bent and she clung to him. She knew that this would be one of the last times for a long time that she would be able to be so free in her own abandonment. It had given her the courage to try to please him, to please herself.
His hands rubbed over her, breathing deeply he gasped and calmed himself. He loved her more every day. She was softly gasping, catching her breath and she whispered against him, "I just want to be in your arms, can we just stay in bed like this?" He was perfectly happy with the idea. "I can't think of anywhere else I'd rather be." So they just laid there for a long time, holding on to one another. It had been late in the morning when they woke up, and now it was getting to be late afternoon. They woke from a warm, comfortable sleep, holding each other lightly. Sully sighed, he looked down, and seeing that she was also awake, he spoke softly. "Should I get us something to eat, you must be hungry." She smiled, "Yes, I think it would be best." Knowing it would be difficult to let her go, he left her with a kiss, "I won't be long." He pulled away and got up. Finding his clothes, he got dressed and returned to her one more time, leaning over, kissing her shoulder and then kissing her lips. He smiled as she smiled back at him. Then he turned and went out the door.
Sully returned a short time later with food from the cafe they had gone to when they arrived. Michaela was turned on her back with her face to the door. As he got closer, he realized she was asleep. He smiled gently, she was beautiful laying there. The bed sheet lay against her skin, and her soft, completely relaxed body seemed to be one with the soft curves of the sheet. How lightly it covered her, how softly it reminded him of her beautiful skin. He looked up and down her body, her leg was peeking out of the covers and her hip was partially exposed. The cover was over her breast, but the roundness was just visible at the edge of the sheet. Her hand rested upon the spot he had been in, and he smiled knowing that she had thought of him, longing to have him near her. Michaela's hair lay in a beautiful mess, beautiful with hints of auburn about it. It hadn't been easy waiting for her, waiting for what was right, but he was more than pleased now. She had been more than patient in her adult life facing adversity, disappointment, and grief. He wanted her to have everything, and he wanted her to be happy.
He had come across a lady selling flowers on his way back. He bought a single red rose. Starting with the side of her foot, he used the petals to caress up the inside of her leg, then across the middle on top of the sheet until he reached the underside of her breast. He moved up her shoulder to the top of her arm and down to her hand. He ended by placing the rose in her hand that was stretched out to him. Michaela had felt his presence when he placed his hand at the bottom of the bed near her foot. She wasn't surprised by a touch, she just wanted to simply enjoy it, as he was enjoying the slow caresses he made along the lines of her body. She was surprised when he reached her hand and placed something there. Slowly she opened her eyes. The beautiful red rose was in her direct sight. She smiled. He was already over her, leaning towards her for a kiss. She knew this love they shared was special, she knew he was more affectionate than most men. Maybe he realized the love of a good woman, but she truly believed he was a caring, loving, gentleman from the depths of his soul, and she already knew that she had found a very rare gift in his love. Their lips touched. She smiled against his kiss. " It's beautiful, thank you." He spoke softly, "Not as beautiful as you." He kissed her again and pulled away a little. She slowly bent her arm and raised the rose to her lips, inhaling the sweet smell, as she looked into his eyes. He smiled, " I brought you something to eat, shall we?"
She smiled back and sat up, climbing out of bed, she slowly walked over to her silk robe, put it on, and tied the waist. Walking towards the table he was arranging, she realized it had been quite some time since they had any food. She had to admit she was famished. She placed the rose in a glass and gave it some water. Then she placed it in the middle of the table. He had broken a piece of biscuit and put a little strawberry preserve on the end. Reaching forward, he slowly put it up to her mouth. Chewing slowly, she enjoyed the sweet taste of the preserves while the buttery warm biscuit comforted her hunger. He was ready with another bite but she took it from him and held it up to his lips. She fed him the biscuit. They stayed close, feeding each other different things until they were satisfied. Putting his hand into her hair and sliding to her neck, he gently pulled her over to him and kissed her lips. The slight hint of strawberry lingered.
It was getting later into the evening and the moonlight was shining in their room. All that remained was the warm light of the fire and the gentle cool glow of the moon to illuminate them. They had taken a bath moments ago and actually dressed for bed. Walking back into the bedroom the light reflected off of their skin. They were well pleased with the many times they had made love recently, and as usual they had enjoyed their time together in the bathtub. Now, in order to begin bringing their thoughts back to the reality they would face tomorrow night in their own bed at the homestead, they separated and each walked to their side of the bed. Michaela gently reached for the covers and pulled them back. She turned, sat down, and picked her legs up together sliding them under the sheet. Sully sat down as well and followed her movements. They lay side by side. Sully looked over at her, she was beautiful in the soft light, fighting her emotions. He moved and she noticed, "Come over here." He slid his arm under her and pulled her close. She was so glad he had asked her to come to him. She sighed and he was going to tell her she shouldn't wait, that she never had to ask to be held but what she said next distracted his thoughts. "Sully, I want to thank you for keeping your promise, to be patient with me when I didn't know," she paused, "how you took things slowly." She still struggled to verbally tell him how much that had meant to her, but for now it was the best she could do. He held her close and softly rubbed over her back. "You are everything to me Michaela, I'd never do anything to hurt you." She breathed in quickly, "I know, I was afraid that I would be too nervous, too tense, I appreciate your patience." He stayed silent, it was unbelievably beautiful being with her, she had no idea how nervous he had been as well until they had trembled listening to each other's heartbeat through her stethoscope. He shifted, and looked at her. Sitting up he led her to a sitting position as well. Reaching for the edge of her gown, he pulled it up, out from under her, and over her head. She noticed he made no effort to remove his cotton drawers. He softly spoke, "Lay down on your stomach." She moved to her stomach and he moved in close to her. "You must know, I only ever want to please you." His hands stroked over her back, he massaged her with care and tenderness. Her heart beat loudly, there was no other man in the world like he was, it was impossible to her that such a man had come into her life. He continued for a long time, just rubbing over her body, massaging her legs, her arms, her feet. She was fully enjoying the way he moved his hands all over her. Her eyes grew heavy and she faded to sleep.
When she woke in his arms the next morning with her back warmly against his chest, she smiled her crooked smile. She reached for his hand. She had appreciated the trust they had found , but now she wanted one more time of just being with him, no thought of anything else. She turned in his arms to look up at him. He stirred from his sleep, content with her in his arms, but looking into her eyes had told him enough. She whispered, "Make love to me Sully, one more time on our honeymoon?" He didn't say anything, he just got up from the bed and removed his drawers. Then he climbed back into the bed and rolled with her until she was under him. It was effortless on her part, she felt herself ascend to the heights of pleasure, and he was right there with her. As they lay there regaining themselves he whispered in her ear, "tonight we'll have to be quiet, I have every intention of loving you in our own bed Mrs. Sully." She smiled, "It's a beautiful bed, I'll look forward to it." He kissed her, "Let's go home."