A/N: Thanks again to all my wonderful readers! This chapter started to come to me at work, which made for a very interesting afternoon. ;)
I woke to the sound of Michael in the shower. He had covered me with the sheet and turned the fan so it was blowing over me. It was afternoon. We had both napped for about an hour and I knew Michael was going to go get food after his shower. I considered joining him in the shower but it was so nice being in the bed that was full of the scent of Michael and the scent of sex so I snuggled up for a few more minutes of relaxation.
Michael emerged from the shower, pulling a t-shirt over his head. He tiptoed over to the bed, kissed me on the temple, and quietly slipped out of the loft.
I remembered another time I'd heard him leave. After the fire at Poole's house we had desperately clung to each other all night. Michael had left to get breakfast and I had left shortly after—before he returned. He had been hurt by that more than I had anticipated and I vowed that if we ever found our way back to that part of our relationship I would never leave like that again.
I stretched in the bed, inhaling the wonderful scents once more before getting up to find the tank top and shorts that were always at Michael's loft. I found them, laundered and neatly folded in one of Michael's dresser drawers.
He returned, looking surprised that I wasn't still asleep in bed.
"I'm up here, Michael," I called to him. He brought the food up to where I was.
"Hello, Fi," he said, pulling me close for a kiss. His hand gently cupped my ass, holding me tight against his hips for a few seconds as his tongue tenderly caressed my lips. I sighed into the kiss, my hands combing through his hair as my own tongue reached out to meet his.
My stomach growled and Michael laughed. We reluctantly broke apart and ate our lunch, occasionally leaning in for a kiss.
After lunch I gathered the trash and brought it downstairs before retreating for my own shower. Michael was working on some computer research for Vaughn so I lingered under the cool spray, imagining Michael's hands on my body wherever the water hit me.
When I felt clean again I turned off the water and stepped out, wrapping myself in one of Michael's towels. It smelled like him and as I inhaled I felt a familiar sensation in my stomach. The mere scent that Michael left behind on a towel was enough to excite me. My core began to heat up with the thought of him upstairs.
He appeared to be deep in thought as I quietly headed up the stairs, wrapped only in the towel. I walked up behind him, letting the wet tendrils of my hair brush against his ear. He reached up to grasp a few strands of hair in his fingers, closing his eyes and sighing deeply as he twisted them around one finger.
Michael turned in his chair and quickly came to stand behind me, already pulling his shirt off. He wrapped me in his arms, kissing me on the neck as I reached behind me to unbutton his pants. I could already feel his hardening erection pressing against me.
I made quick work of his pants and boxers as his fingers traced my jaw line, turning my head slightly so our lips could meet in an urgent kiss. I grasped his hands with mine, pressing him tighter to me. His hands moved to the towel, slowly pulling it away from my body and letting it fall to the floor.
His hands began to roam all over my body, gently kneading my breasts as I wiggled my hips to brush against his cock. He groaned with pleasure and I smiled as I turned my head so we could kiss again.
Michael was the only man I ever trusted enough to stand behind me during sex. It was very unlike me to give up that much control in anything, let alone in a situation where it was likely a much stronger man would be able to get a jump on me if he wanted to. But with Michael, I knew I could trust him. Especially now, when he wasn't trying to push me away at every turn. We were a couple now, as much as that was possible for us.
Michael's hands brushed over my stomach. One rested there while the other reached down to my thigh, lightly scratching before moving around to the back. He gently kicked my feet slightly apart as I felt his fingers reaching around the back of my thigh.
"I can feel how much you want this, Fi. You're already so wet," he said as his fingers began brushing higher and higher on my thigh. I was already moaning.
I started to reply but it was cut off as one finger lightly brushed through my folds, probing my wetness and inching closer to my pussy. I was panting with the anticipation of Michael's fingers inside me, and he moved me a few steps so I could brace myself on the arm of the couch.
His other hand traveled from my stomach to gently brush over my clit. I spread my legs further apart to allow him easier access as I arched my back into his touch.
"Oh, you really want it Fi, I can feel it starting already," he whispered in my ear as his middle finger gently eased inside me. He brushed against my clit again and I shuddered. "Yeah, that's it Fi. You're so fucking hot, sometimes all I can think about is being inside you," he whispered as he slipped a second finger inside me and gently pumped in and out.
"Oh, Michael… so so good," was all I could manage to pout as I threw my head back towards him.
His left hand continually massaged my clit as he slowly—almost agonizingly slowly—pumped his fingers in and out of me. I was so wet they slid in and out with no resistance.
"You want more?" Michael asked, stilling his fingers inside me.
I gently rocked my hips up and down, moving on his fingers while he watched.
"That's right Fi, fuck them," he said, slipping a third finger inside me as he continued stroking my clit. "I can feel how close you are."
I could hardly stand anymore; my arms were braced against the arm of the couch as Michael quickened his efforts. He repeatedly brought me right to the edge before backing off a little. I was dripping and moaning and the feel of his fingers spreading my pussy open was fast driving me to release.
"Michael, please," I panted, grasping for his wrist.
"Please what, Fi?" he asked as he began pumping his fingers faster and farther into me while he brushed over and around my clit.
I couldn't answer as his efforts brought me release. I screamed his name as he continued pumping in and out and stroking my clit. "I wish you could feel what it's like to be inside you when you cum, Fi," he whispered in my ear, "it's so damn hot."
My body was trembling as he stroked me a few more times before sliding his hand down the back of my thigh to rest behind my knee. His other hand smoothed my hair as he pulled me to him and pressed kisses to my neck and lips.
"I love watching you cum, Fi," he said as his hand began lifting my knee. I tried to turn but he held me so I remained with my back to him. He lifted my knee from behind; placing my foot up on the couch as he gently nudged my other leg to the side. I was fully open and more than ready for him.
"You're so good Michael," I said, turning my head for more kisses and reaching behind me to gently grasp his cock. He shuddered as I gave him a gentle squeeze before pumping him a few times.
"This is my favorite part, Fi," he whispered as I ran my thumb over and around the head of his cock. He was rock hard and I wanted him. "I love when it's time to slide into you, feeling how wet you are and knowing it's all for me," he said before taking my hand and placing it on his thigh.
I turned my head slightly so I could watch as he grasped his cock, rubbing it against my inner thighs a few times.
"I want to watch, Michael," I said to him as he started to position himself at my core.
"What do you want to watch, Fi?" he asked, brushing his tip against me.
"I want to watch you fuck me," I replied, moving my hips back slightly to try to draw him inside faster.
"I can't wait to fuck you Fi, you're so damn hot and you feel so good around me."
I watched as he grasped his throbbing cock and guided it towards me, the anticipation making me drip.
"I love this part Fi, you're so wet and so warm and…" he seemed to lose his train of thought as he finally eased inside me.
"Oh, yes Michael!" I screamed as he pumped into me. I watched every stroke.
Michael's hands were firm on my hips as he pulled me towards him with every stroke. I arched my back, changing the angle of him entering me and immediately fell over the edge.
"Oh fuck yes Fi, I wish you could feel that!" Michael said, slowing down a little but still pumping into me.
Michael slowed as he stroked my hair. His hands traveled to my breasts, kneading them between his fingers as he gently eased in and out of me. I knew he was getting close.
"Fi," he said, slowing more until he was almost stopped and pulling me back towards him, "I want to watch your face when you cum again."
He pulled out of me and turned me so I faced him. He gently laid me down on the couch, climbing up between my legs and placing my legs on his shoulders.
I smiled as he positioned himself to enter me again. My body was still shaking from his efforts and the excitement built once again as I watched him stroke his cock against my entrance again.
"You like that, Fi? You want more?" he asked me.
"I always want more Michael, you're an incredible lover," I replied, trying to lift my hips to meet his tip as it rested unbearably close to entering me.
"I love this part," he said as he slowly pushed inside me one more time. I watched as he closed his eyes and drew a deep breath. He slowly started pumping into me, crashing hard against my clit and building me to orgasm again.
"Harder, Michael," was all I could manage to reply. I was getting very close to falling apart again as I watched Michael drive into me.
Michael slammed into me, his pubic bone brushing hard against my clit with each stroke. I was squirming and grabbing for Michael as I sensed him getting close to his own orgasm.
Michael grabbed onto my thighs, pulling me close to him as he slammed into me one last time and causing us both to cum, panting and screaming each other's names.
Gathering me in his arms, Michael lay back against the arm of the couch and pulled me to him. He found the towel on the floor and used it to cover us. As our breathing stilled and our heartbeats returned to normal Michael leaned down and kissed me.
"You might need another shower, Fi."
Sorry for the delay in getting this posted. Things have been a bit hectic. I'm going to try for one or two more chapters so keep watching this space.