Chapter 4: Tony

I must be dreaming! I have to be dreaming. I think Michelle just told me that she wanted to make love. I'm probably just hearing what I want to hear, because right now I'm so hard I'm about to burst out of my jeans. I was trying to position myself so that she couldn't feel me, but I gave up on that. In the last flurry of kisses, I pulled her even closer and now my pelvis is pressed against her. I hope she isn't just responding to my level of excitement.

I asked her if she was sure and she nodded. I think that means 'yes'. God, I don't want to mess this up. Sex could ruin everything. I knew that from previous experience. But at the moment, the tension between us is so great that I'm not quite sure how we can avoid it. Yeah, I could say 'no' right now, but I would have to see her every day at work and I'm not sure that I could even be near her anymore without wanting her desperately. So maybe we needed the sex to clear the air. Yeah, that's it. I can easily justify it in my mind. Sex won't muddy the waters, it will clear the air. Go ahead, Tony, you just keep thinking that.

I reached behind her head and opened the clip that held her hair. I had never seen her with her hair loose and I wanted to see it. She shook her head gently so that her hair fanned out across her shoulders.

"You are so beautiful," I said slowly and quietly putting emphasis on each word.

Michelle smiled and looked embarrassed. I leaned in to kiss her again. We kissed eagerly and the longer we kissed the more I knew that neither of us could just walk away without becoming intimate. Once I made that decision, I wanted to make sure the rest of the night was perfect for Michelle. I picked her up, cradling her in my arms. Michelle put her arms around my neck and smiled. I kissed her again and again as I carried her to my bedroom.

I laid her gently on the bed and sat down next to her. "Are you absolutely sure this is what you want, Michelle?"

Without saying a word, she began to unbutton her shirt. I took her hands in mine and kissed them and then took over unbuttoning her shirt. My hands were shaking and it took all of my concentration to complete the task.

I carefully unbuttoned her blouse to reveal some white lace thing. Why do women have to wear so many layers of clothes? All I've got on is a shirt, pants and boxers. How many layers does she have on? I have to admit, the lace thing is sexy. I slipped my hands under it and lifted it off over her head. I stroked her body and noticed several dark bruises that must have happened when she was thrown to the ground during the bombing yesterday. I kissed each bruise wishing that I had the power to make them go away, to make the pain of yesterday go away.

It was taking some serious self control not to just tear the rest of her clothes off and attack her. I have never wanted a woman this much in my life. I tried to control my breathing as I carefully kissed her neck and her shoulders and then moved my way down slowly. I ran my tongue along the edge of her bra and pressed my lips into her cleavage. She seemed tense at first, but she relaxed as I stroked and kissed her. I could feel her hands tugging at my shirt so I stopped kissing her long enough to take it off. Then I kicked off my shoes and lay down next to her. A few more minutes and about a thousand kisses later, we were naked in each others arms.

She was beautiful. Her skin was creamy white and smooth. I noticed the contrast between her porcelain skin and the deeper olive tone of my own. Her muscles were firm and tight. Her breasts were incredible. They were perfect soft handfuls that I wanted to caress and kiss forever. I don't think I've ever seen a more beautiful woman.

She was participating willingly but I still sensed some tension. I wasn't sure why and I wished I knew what to do to make her more at ease. I kissed her lips and told her to stop me if she didn't want to go any further or if I did something she didn't like. Then I pinned her gently on her back and started exploring every inch of her body with my mouth and tongue. Her skin tasted so sweet that I couldn't get enough of it. It was so perfect and unblemished that I felt like I was leaving marks everywhere I kissed. The more I kissed her the more she seemed to relax. She ran her hands through my hair and stroked my face as I kissed her. She was clearly in ecstasy, writhing and moaning almost incessantly when I pushed her legs apart and began kissing the insides of her thighs. She raised her hips enough for me to know that she wanted me to kiss her more intimately.

"Oh, Tony!" she gasped loudly as she reached an intense climax. She arched her back and tossed her head slowly from side to side. As her moans subsided she reached down and stroked my face. I could feel her body begin to relax, her breath still coming in short pants.

I couldn't wait any longer. At the risk of sounding like a sex crazed animal, I had to have her. I carefully climbed on top of her trying not to let all of my weight rest on her. As I did that, I felt her tense up again. I slowed down and kissed her and brushed some hair out of her eyes.

"Michelle, we don't have to do this, Baby. I'll stop now if you want me to. I understand if this is too much, too soon." I knew that I would stop if she asked me to. Hell, I'd jump out the window if she asked me to! But stopping right now, as excited as I was, would probably kill me. I had barely contained myself to this point and I couldn't imagine holding out much longer, let alone stopping.

She didn't say a word, but reached down and closed her hand firmly around me. I closed my eyes and inhaled deeply. As she eased me inside of her, a long, loud groan escaped from my throat. Oh nice, Tony, I thought.She probably thinks you are some kind of animal. If the groan bothered her, she didn't show it. We fit perfectly together. She immediately picked up my rhythm. The sensation was unbelievable.

Without really meaning to, I groaned again. This one was louder and more drawn out than the first. As I groaned, Michelle wrapped her legs around my back and pulled me in deeper. I couldn't ever remember being as turned on as I was with Michelle. I wasn't sure what it was about her, but she was different than any other woman I had ever been with. I lay on top of her, kissing her, while my heart rate returned to near normal. I didn't really think it was possible for my heart rate to be normal while we were in bed together.

Once my brain returned from cloud nine, I eased myself off of her and pulled her into my arms. Neither of us spoke but we continued to kiss for a long time. All of the tension that I felt in her body earlier was gone as we stroked and kissed and explored each other.

We eventually settled into a comfortable position. I was lying on my back with my arm around Michelle. She lay on her side with her head pillowed on my chest. Her hand was resting on my stomach. I lifted her hand to my lips and kissed it. Our fingers intertwined loosely. Slowly, I felt her breathing slow and deepen. Her body relaxed and the hand that was holding mine became limp.

I sighed and kissed the top of her head. I hope this wasn't a mistake. I was afraid that she would wake up and regret this in the morning. I would hate myself if she did. I really should have exhibited more self control. She seemed so vulnerable to me after all she went thought yesterday and I hoped she wouldn't see me as taking advantage of her.

For all of my worrying, I couldn't help but smile to think that Michelle was sleeping in my arms. It seemed so domestic, so romantic. I didn't mean to compare this to my other relationships, but it was unavoidable.

The first girl I ever had sex with was when I was a senior in high school and we were in the back seat of my car in a dark parking lot. We certainly didn't spend the night together. In college, if I spent the night with a girl, it usually meant we were both so drunk that we pretty much passed out after sex.

More recently, I remembered the first time Nina and I had sex. At the time I would have said that we "made love" but now I knew better. It was sex and that was it. She needed a new source of information since Jack had gone back to his wife and I fit the bill. I just thought she wanted to make Jack jealous. I didn't know why she wanted me, but I didn't really care either. She was hot. Every guy at CTU thought so. I hadn't been in a relationship for a year or so and the thought of being intimate with her made my blood rush away from my brain and straight to my genitals.

On our first date we went to see a movie and she invited me in for a drink when I took her home. She poured wine for each of us and then sat close to me on the sofa. It was clear to me from the beginning that she was in control and had already planned how the evening would end. Within a half hour, we were pulling each others clothes off and having sex on her living room floor.

She was very good. I have to admit it. She knew tricks I would never have thought of. An hour later I was dressed and on my way home. She didn't suggest that I spend the night. In fact, it was pretty clear to me that she didn't expect or even want me to stay. I felt a little betrayed, but by the same token, I couldn't complain, the sex was great. The relationship progressed, which is to say, we kept having sex. We rarely went out. If we did, it was just to a local restaurant and then we went back to one of our apartments and had sex. She never spent the night at my place but on several occasions I ended up sleeping at hers. Even when we spent the night together, we never slept as close as Michelle and I were. In fact, she usually got up and put some kind of tee shirt and boxer shorts on and got back in bed. By morning we were at opposite ends of the bed.

Now after having made love with Michelle, here she was curled up in my arms. I loved it and wondered how I could ever go to sleep again without having her next to me. I was warm and comfortable. I didn't want to sleep and miss a moment of this feeling. But little by little I felt myself drifting off to sleep, wanting nothing more than to spend the next few hours dreaming about my new love and to wake up next to her.