A/N: Thanks once again for all the kind reviews. I'm really having fun with this story and this chapter came to me today. I hope you like it!
I sat at the table at Carlito's, Michael directly across from me. Sam sat on the side of the table. I watched them talking, remembering back to the days just after Michael's return to Miami.
During those days I hated Sam. He had ruined an arms deal of mine and I had vowed never to forgive him.
But things change and while Sam and I weren't exactly friends now I have come to accept him as part of Michael's life. If I'm being honest I have to admit that other than Maddie, Sam is the one person who cares about Michael as much as I do.
Michael and Sam were discussing what needed to be done next for our latest job. The client was referred by a friend of Sam's so he was doing a lot of the legwork right now.
I took a bite of my salad and leaned back in my chair. It was like Michael had never left. Well, almost. He was different now but it was so good to have him back. Sam and I had worked together while he was gone but it wasn't the same.
I stretched my leg across the table, brushing Michael's ankle with my foot. I saw the smallest hint of a smile cross his face.
Sam was talking and hadn't seemed to notice, so I pulled my foot back and kicked off my sandal. I stretched across the table again, letting my toes brush against Michael's ankle again, then running my bare foot up the leg of his pants to rest on his shin.
Michael's eyes met my own as he extended his own leg slightly, bringing my whole foot into contact with his shin. I smiled and he did the same.
Sam continued talking, pausing at one point to take a phone call from Barry. Michael reached under the table and I withdrew my foot from his leg, placing it in his hand.
Michael began massaging my foot in the way he knew would drive me wild. I started to heat up immediately, smiling at him as I felt myself growing wet. My foot rested between Michael's thighs and I pointed it, my toes brushing between his legs.
I felt him start to grow hard as I lightly stroked him.
Sam wrapped up his phone call and told us that he needed to go see Barry. "I'll be in touch tonight or tomorrow," he told us before running off, leaving money on the table to cover our check.
Michael released my foot and I quickly slipped my sandal back on as Michael moved behind my chair. He pulled the chair out and helped me to my feet. I wrapped my arm around his waist and we walked to the car.
He had parked in the back of the parking lot behind a big tree. When he opened the passenger door to let me get in, I grabbed him and threw him into the seat. He looked shocked until I climbed in after him, straddling his lap and grinding against him. I kissed him hard, my tongue thrusting into his mouth as his thrust into mine.
I grabbed Michael's hand and ran it up my thigh, letting him know that I wasn't wearing anything under my dress.
"Oh God, Fi," he breathed against my mouth as I spread my legs further and started to undo his belt. I got it open and reached for the button on his pants as our tongues continued to mingle and explore each other.
"I want you to fuck me, Michael," I panted.
Michael pulled back and grabbed my hands.
"Not here, Fi," he said.
"Michael-" I started, but he cut me off.
"Fi, we can't get arrested, you know that. And you're not exactly quiet when it comes to sex."
He had a point, as much as I hated to admit it.
"My place, fast, Michael. It's closer than the loft."
I climbed off of him as he refastened his button and belt and ran around to the driver's side. I quickly sat down and closed the door as he pulled out of the parking lot.
Reaching over to him, I grabbed his hand and placed it on my thigh. He continued looking straight ahead as he walked his fingers up toward the wetness between my legs. I turned in the seat, leaning my back against the door as I held on to his wrist. I saw a smile cross his face as his fingers reached their target.
My breath quickened as he stroked my pussy, somehow managing to keep us on the road at the same time. I threw my head back as he brushed over and around my clit, the tension building in my core.
At a red light Michael looked over at me before reaching down and letting one finger slide inside me. I was so dripping wet that it took no effort for him to insert his finger. His thumb continued to caress my clit as I writhed on the seat.
Michael resumed driving when the light turned green, still keeping his eyes straight ahead and us on the road as he slowly pumped in and out of me. When we stopped again he inserted a second finger inside of me. I couldn't control myself and I stretched my left leg across his lap, avoiding the steering wheel and bracing my foot on the driver's side door.
I was moaning and calling Michael's name as he pumped his fingers faster and faster, his thumb still brushing my clit. Just before he made the final turn onto my street he thrust his fingers all the way inside me and I came hard, screaming his name as I pulsed around him.
He parked the car in front of my apartment, slowly removing his fingers and caressing my thigh until my breathing slowed. I pulled my leg back and leaned in to kiss him. He brushed the hair out of my face and returned my kiss, his tongue barely brushing against my lips.
I waited as he got out of the car and walked around to open my door. He pulled me up and supported me. My legs were still shaking as we walked to my apartment.
As soon as we were inside the door he turned to face me, placing my purse on the floor and lacing my hands together behind his neck. He leaned forward and placed his hands under my ass, lifting me up as I spread my legs around his waist. He supported me with one hand while his other hand worked at his belt.
I kissed his neck, running my tongue along his collarbone as he unbuttoned and unzipped his pants. He kicked off his shoes and stepped out of his pants before bracing me against the wall and kissing me hard, one hand reaching up to squeeze my breasts. I moaned with pleasure into his mouth.
Michael walked back to my bedroom as I clung to him, my hands caressing his back and shoulders. When he reached the bed he kissed me again before laying me on the bed and preparing to move on top of me.
"Michael, wait!" I said, pushing him back and jumping up.
"Wait, Fi?" he said, an incredulous look on his face. "When we got in the car a few minutes ago you were begging me to fuck you and now you want me to wait?"
"Michael, this is a Hungarian goose down duvet. I will NOT have you cumming all over it. I'll never get those stains out!" I replied, batting my eyelashes at him in the way I knew drove him wild. "Now take your shirt and boxers off and I'll be there in a second.
He laughed as I pulled the covers off the bed and pulled my dress over my head. When I turned around he stood naked before me, his erection confirming what I already knew—he wanted it as much as I did.
Michael pulled me to him, breathing deeply as he hugged me. His cock pressed against my thigh and I rotated my hips to tease him. I leaned up for a kiss, opening my mouth as his tongue stroked mine. We quickly developed a rhythm as I began to drip again.
"I want you so bad, Fi," Michael said as he walked me back towards my bed. "I can't get enough of you."
"Oh Michael, you know I always want you. Your big, hard cock feels so good inside me, I think about it all the time."
He kissed me again, very gently but full of passion and promise of what was to come. I sighed, perfectly content that we had transitioned from hot and hard to long, slow, and deliberate.
I laced my fingers behind Michael's head as he once again lifted me under my ass and I spread my legs around his waist, his cock pressing against my dripping pussy and making us both shudder.
"I can't wait to be inside you, Fi," he whispered in my ear, walking me backwards until I felt the bed behind me.
I felt goosebumps rise on my skin as he gently laid me back on my bed. I sank slightly into the featherbed as he stood for a few seconds just looking at me.
Slowly he ran his fingers up my legs, pausing as he reached my core and I shuddered. He climbed up on the bed next to me, continuing to work his way up my body with his fingers.
When he reached my nipples he took one in each hand, rolling and caressing them as I reached for him. I stroked his face as he drew his body over mine.
He leaned down to kiss me, gently stroking my lips with his tongue as I ran my fingers through his hair. I sighed and parted my teeth and we shuddered together as the tips of our tongues met.
We lay together, kissing and exploring each other's mouths for a while as our hands traveled over each other's naked body. Michael pulled back and kissed my forehead as I reached between us to lightly scratch his cock. He was rock hard and I knew neither of us would be able to wait much longer.
Michael leaned down and took one of my breasts in his mouth, gently sucking as his hand played with the other one. I rested my hands on either side of his cock, gently stroking as his hips gently tapped against me. I ran my finger around the head, ending up by brushing my thumb over his tip. He smiled and sucked my other breast into his mouth.
I gently grasped his cock again, lifting my hips so his tip brushed against my clit. I rubbed his cock against my pussy, letting him feel how ready I was for him.
"You're so wet and so warm, Fi," he panted, his eyes dark with passion as he began to move into position.
I wanted him so badly, but I let him set the pace. He leaned down for another kiss as I moved my hands to his hips. I held him tightly against me as his tongue ran over my teeth before once again moving against my own tongue. We clung to each other as our tongues continued their intimate dance.
He pulled back and looked into my eyes, reaching up to smooth my hair out of my face. I sighed as I felt his knee brush against mine. He gently nudged my knees outward, first on the left and then on the right.
I locked my hands behind his neck and pulled him back down to me. I kissed his forehead and his cheeks before once again claiming his mouth with my own. He nudged my legs again.
"Someone's a little impatient," I said, laughing and kissing Michael again.
"Impatient, Fi? You were the one screaming 'fuck me' in the car a few minutes ago," he said, smiling down at me as he once again nudged me.
"I do want you to fuck me, Michael. I just know it's going to be worth the wait," I replied, moving my legs apart slightly.
I so enjoyed the little games we played with each other during sex.
"That's not enough, Fi," Michael said as he once again nudged my legs.
"What fun would it be, Michael," I said, "if I just gave in all at once?"
I pulled him down and hugged him tight against my body, kissing him until he sighed into my mouth. I spread my legs around his waist, pulling his hips tight against mine with my feet. I rotated my hips and ground against his cock. He groaned with pleasure as his whole body shook.
"Michael, come here," I said, laying back and unhooking my legs from his hips.
Slowly Michael straddled my body, positioning some pillows behind my head and crawling up the bed until his cock bobbed at my lips. He caressed my cheek as I gently pumped him.
I opened my lips and caressed his swollen tip with my tongue. He groaned as I slowly took his tip in my mouth, continuing to swirl my tongue over the head.
"Oh fuck yes, Fi!" he cried out, thrusting his hips towards me as I took him fully into my mouth.
He pumped in and out of my mouth as I held on to his hips. Then he stilled his own movements and let me work my way up and around his cock, licking and caressing with my hands until I knew he would be very close to cumming if I didn't stop.
I pulled him out of my mouth, licking over his tip a few more times, spreading the precum around as I gently pumped him with my hands.
"Fi, I want to fuck you," he begged, reaching down to fondle my breasts as I released his cock.
I spread my legs wide as Michael moved into position, his hands stroking my clit and making me squirm.
"Michael, I…" I began, unable to continue as he flicked my clit and sucked my breast into his mouth.
"You what, Fi?" he asked, stroking me a few more times as I writhed under him.
I struggled to hold a coherent thought as I grabbed for him. His tip brushed against me and I paused, hoping he would push into me and take me over the edge.
"What were you going to say, Fi?" Michael asked, repeatedly touching his tip against my throbbing entrance. I wanted him and if he wanted me to talk in order to get him inside me then that's what I was going to do.
"Michael, I want you to fuck me. Hard. Now. And don't stop until you cum."
I pulled him down towards me as his tip brushed my entrance again.
"Now, Michael," I said, reaching for his hips and holding him to me, his tip perfectly positioned to take me.
"Like this, Fi?" he asked as he slowly slid into me, pausing only when his pubic bone hit my clit.
"Oh fuck yes Michael, you're such a good lover," I replied, rotating my hips and squeezing him inside me.
"How do you want it, Fi?" he asked, gently rocking so he lightly pumped inside me.
"However you want to give it to me, Michael," I replied, lightly scratching my nails up and down his sides as he continued to lightly pump his cock inside me.
I sighed as Michael pushed fully into me, grinding his hips against mine and reaching between us to stroke my clit.
"Oh yes Michael," I panted, squirming under him as he continued to stroke my clit.
"I love watching your face as you cum, Fi," Michael said, quickening his efforts and driving me over the edge.
I smiled as I felt my orgasm wash over me and Michael stilled inside me as I fluttered around him. He stroked my face as I started to come down before he leaned down to kiss me.
His tongue pumped in and out of my mouth as his cock pumped fully in and then fully out of my pussy. My hips met every stroke of his and as we crashed together I came again, screaming his name and reaching for him.
Michael pounded into me, making me cum again and again, barely letting me recover before building again. Every time I pulsed around him he paused.
"Fuck yes, Fi, you feel so good when you cum around me."
He pulled fully out of me and I looked down to see he was dripping already. I grabbed for him, forcefully guiding him back inside me. We both watched him enter me, shuddering together as his tip disappeared into my wet folds.
"Hard, Michael," I instructed, "so we can cum together."
Michael positioned his hands on either side of my shoulders, leaning down to kiss me before he closed his eyes and started pounding into me again. Once again I met each of his strokes with one of my own and when I knew my orgasm was close I reached between us to stroke his balls.
I cried out as he spilled into me, a look of utter joy on his face as he screamed my name. I fluttered around him as he continued to pump into me, his breathing fast and frantic.
As I recovered from my own orgasm I stroked his face and waited for his breathing to slow. He rolled us over so I was on top of him, his cock still buried inside me. I rotated my hips and ground against him again, leaning down to kiss him as he smiled at me.
He pulled me to him, holding me close until he slowly slid out of me. I pouted and he kissed the pout away before holding me close again.
"Jesus, Fi, you're so fucking good I can't even describe it," he said as he stroked my sweat-soaked hair.
"Only for you, Michael," I replied before moving under the covers.
Michael followed and we lay, encased in the soft sheets and the featherbed, curled up together for the rest of the night. I allowed myself to drift off to sleep only after I recognized the deep and regular breathing that meant Michael had fallen asleep himself.
We clung to each other, waking occasionally to caress and kiss each other, our hands roaming wherever they pleased on the other's body.
Sam would call in the morning but for tonight it was just the two of us.
OK, another chapter done! I've still got some inspiration so this won't end yet. Please let me know what you think!