Sara's hair spilled onto the royal blue sheets as Michael threw them both onto his king size bed. Her legs remained wrapped tightly around his waist and he broke the kiss for only a second while he swiftly ripped his shirt from his body. He needed to feel their skins touching and he panted huskily with desire. At the same time, with the exact same wanton craving, Sara scrambled free from her blouse, discarding it across the room.
She pulled his head to hers, lips their crushing together with a static charge of passion. All the hurt and all the pain fell away as they melded together. Her bra was pink and slightly padded and the fabric rubbed luxuriously against Michael's bare chest. Her hands roamed his shoulders as he pushed her deeper into the bedcovers, their whole bodies coming to life.
Michael's ran his hands over her face, wiping salty remnants of tears away and kissing her eyelids. She smiled a quivery smile as his soft lips met the thin flesh and his forehead laid against hers. Snivelling as their eyes met Sara brought her hands up to cup his face, mimicking his actions. She stroked his cheeks, light stubble prickling at her fingertips.
"I love you," he repeated sincerely, his azure stare burning into her. Her eyes flickered, shaking from side to side in her skull as she searched his face for any sign he was still angry with her. Finding none she inhaled hard, recapturing his moist lips for another searing kiss. Michael met her impatiently and he parted his lips with her tongue's invitation.
Sara's body burned under him and she relaxed into his kiss. Kicking her shoes from her feet, she dropped her legs to his bed and pushed herself up the length of it on her back. Michael watched her wiggle up his sheets, her face flushed with sexual request. Hurriedly he kicked off his own shoes and crawled onto the bed, his knees sinking into the indulgent material under it.
Sara grabbed at his arms as he hovered above her once more, her fingertips tingling with the feel of his contracting muscles below them. His movement was long and slow, like the prowl of a hunter after its prey. Sara felt a welcome fear enter her body as she did each time they made love. Michael awakened something deep in Sara that only he knew how to find.
Michael trailed hot kisses along her shoulders, flicking his tongue out to moisten the area before sucking it back into his kiss. Sara's breathing quickened and her eyes rolled back in her head. Her mouth hung open with desire and she let out a pleading moan. It was soft and vibrated through Michael's lips all the way to his growing arousal.
He dug his hands into the bedspread and behind her back, masterfully flicking open her bra clasp and pulling it away from her body. Her rose-coloured buds hardened in the air and Sara welcomed the burning sensation between her thighs as she became wet. Michael's mouth was wide with awe and he was mesmerised by her breasts as she writhed beneath him.
Dipping his head he captured one of her nipples in his mouth, sucking on it tenderly and rolling his tongue around it in his mouth. Sara's hand found the back of his velvety head and pulled him closer, wanting to feel his tongue all over her body. Michael's hands tickled her sides as he brushed her naked torso with a touch likened only to the flapping of a humming bird's wings.
Leaving one pert peak he traced his tongue across her chest to devote his attentions to her other breast. Sara gasped and arched herself into him. Michael complied with her silent request and a tiny moan escaped her on a breath as he pinched her nipple between his teeth gently.
Michael burned inside and he couldn't get enough of her in his mouth. She tasted like vanilla and all the anger had dissipated from his being. His tongue lapped at her skin with hunger and the way she moaned sent shivers through his bones to his already rock solid member.
Michael took Sara's hands and raised them above her head. Their fingers interlocked as he pushed their palms together, his physique twisting and flexing with every movement. Sara gripped into his hands, her nails pinching at his skin and washing away all the pain he felt in his purple knuckles. Her arms stayed there, seizing the fabric of the pillowcase in her hands as he left her breasts and moved lower down her body.
Each time he kissed her, the air chilled a lip shaped feeling upon her sizzling skin. Sara squirmed as Michael popped her pants button free from its hole, hooked his fingers into the waistband and pulled them down over her legs. God her legs were gorgeous. Long, slender and smooth to his touch, Michael licked and kissed his way down her powerful thighs all the way to her toes.
Her pants landed in a heap on the ground and he stood up to relieve himself of his own, his erection very evident beneath his white cotton boxers. Sara pouted at being left unattended and she crawled on all fours towards him at the edge of the bed. Her hands felt like fire on his skin, burning into his core with every touch. She raked her fingers up and down his thighs, causing his legs to twitch with anticipation.
She positioned herself on her knees so they were eye level and her eyes bore into his essence. Her eyes roamed his body, watching his chest rise and fall with excited breathing. When her eyes met his once more, his mouth hung open with expectation and she seized it in a zealous kiss.
"I love you," she breathed against his face as his eyes flickered shut and he swallowed hard. His knees felt weak and the darkness around him came to life with orange light, the fire ablaze in his soul. Sara's talented hands went to work on his body, her mouth following their every move. She ran them down the sides of his face and his head fell back as she planted a kiss to his Adam's apple.
Sara was sorry. She was sorry for every bit of hurt she had caused his fragile heart and she had to show him that. She reached into his thin boxers and took hold of him with one hand while she pulled his boxers down with the other. He was impressive to her sight and a guttural moan escaped his mouth when she began stroking him slowly. Sara sat back on her feet and continued her agonising torture.
Michael's hand came up to brush soft strands of red hair from her face and she looked up to him, a coy smile addressing her features. Michael watched as she twisted her hands around his member, his release spreading like wild fire through his body. When she lowered her head and placed her beautiful mouth around his sensitive tip, he nearly lost control. His hand tangled in her loose curls, his eyes flew open and came to rest on her bobbing head, and he hissed through his teeth.
"Sara…" he groaned, his eyes closing half heartedly. His tongue darted out to lick his lips and he bit on his lip, trying to hold in his approaching climax. Her mouth was fiery and wet around him and she was relentless in her pursuit of his happiness. He tugged gentle on her hair as he told her weakly, "Stop."
Sara let him free, running her hot tongue up his member one last time, enjoying the taste he left in her mouth. She smiled that seductive smile up at him and his penis twitched with rage at being forgotten. Michael dropped to his knees at the end of the bed and welcomes the stability beneath himself once more. She leant forward to plant a passionately hot kiss on her mouth before pushing her backwards onto his sheets.
Sara let out a whine but then a giggle when he gripped behind her knees and pulled her sweet sexual centre towards his eager face. His thick fingers curved under the elastic of her underwear and he yanked it off, marvelling at the sight of her naked before him. He puffed cool breath onto her pink flesh, her muscles contracting inside her as he did. Her head rolled sideways and then back, white flashing before her eyelids. Michael kissed her inner thighs and she inhaled hard, her core dripping with her impatient juices. He was so close to her, so close to filling her. It was agony.
Finally her cries of begging paid off and he laid a hard flat tongue against her hub, sucking gently on her clitoris when he reached it. Her legs shuddered and he held them in place with his powerful hands, pinning them to the edge of the bed. Michael dipped his tongue into her, running its dull point along the corrugated skin folds of her sensitive spot.
"Oh God," Sara breathed, bunching the bed sheets up in her hands tightly. Her knuckles turned white and her heart beat harder in her chest. Momentarily she lost her senses as he pleasured her, going deaf and blind with absolute ecstasy. Michael buried two fingers in her and watched her delicate face as she rode out her orgasm with him licking up her gift to him.
Sara barely had time to recover before he was moving to sit on the bed, pulling her on top of his lap. They sat face to face, eye to eye and soul to soul. "I Love you too," Sara said straddling his manhood, reading his mind. Another second later and he was buried to the hilt within her, pulling her against his chest, wanting them to be closer.
Sara slowly began to rise on his lap, sinking back down each time with a whimper. Michael met her rhythm, mimicking the actions of his penetration with his tongue in her mouth. He crushed her to his chest and their hearts beat as one. They made love slow, filling each other with a thousand apologises they knew they could never say aloud.
Fireworks erupted in their eyes as they came together, their pinnacles of passion and lust making them tremble and shake in each other's arms. Michael thrust into her core as it milked him with gentle squeezes, filling the tip of the condom with his seed. Sara scratched at his back, her fingernails digging into his shoulders where they rested.
Michael held them together as he went flaccid in he and ran his hand over her face, admiring her exquisiteness. She was even more beautiful than the day he had seen her in the restaurant. The day he fell in love at first sight. Her eyes opened and she smiled at him, planting a kiss to his lips that reminded him of silk. It was soft and priceless.
Their sweaty bodies fell together onto the sheets and they both knew they were Forgiven.