As my hands grip at the cold steel of the balcony railing I feel his fingers brush the skin at the back of my knees. The giggle quickly turns into a moan as he presses into me. He rocks forward and pushes my back farther into the rail. I tighten my grip and he releases me, he wraps his left arm around my waist for support as the trigger finger of his right hand runs down the front of the half buttoned shirt. "It looks good on you. Beautiful." He flashes me a sultry smile and I decide to push my luck, "So are you Michael." He cocks his head and glares at me. "Fiona." I giggle at the warning tone of his voice. I had done it the night that we met and he looked at me like I was crazy. With a drift swipe of his finger he frees the buttons of the shirt and leaves me open to him. His graze is full of lust as his eyes linger on my breast and slowly moves down my torso to my core. "This is beautiful." He lays his hand over my heart and I could feel the tears start to well in my eyes, I let them fall closed and took a deep steadying breath. When I open my eyes I find Michael staring at me, his eyes soft and his expression one of deep devotion. It scares me these moments, when he looks at me like I'm some type of Pagan goddess. I see a tear stream down his cheek and all my thoughts of a wild morning are lost to the desire to wrap my arms around this man and shower him with a love that I reserve only for him.
My heart felt like it was going to break as I look into Michael's eyes, eyes that are filled with so much emotion. I untangle my legs and as my feet land unsteadily on the cold concrete I feel like I'm doing to fall down, until I am pulled forward into the warmth of his chest. I release my arms from the railing and stretch them out to wrap around Michael neck and pull our bodies closer together. I feel like I'm holding on…like my life depends so completely on the man I am pressed against. I nestle my cheek against his chest in an effort to avoid his gaze. I feel the tears begin to fall down my own face and down Michael's chest. "Michael." My voice sounds small and weak, foreign to me. "Shh Fi." as his arms tighten around me he starts to sway us back and forth in a gentle rocking manner that makes me think of a mother lulling her child to sleep. In some ways I felt like a child in his arms and a part of me automatically wanted to become defensive, wanted to change the pace of the moment to something that was more comfortable for me. I came from a large family, five boys and two girls. My Ma had always told me that she had given up on the dream of having a girl after having five boys until I am come along and then three years late Claire. Me and my siblings fought, like good Irish kid do, but we all loved each other and to this day we would still die for each other. I could remember many nights after Claire's death sitting at the end of the bed wrapped in Liam or Sean's arms crying. From the little I knew of Michael's family life I knew that he too had had moments like this with his baby brother. He had told me that his father was a dunk and a con man and that Michael would allow him to beat on him to spare his mother and brother. He told me that his mother was a chain smoker and a hypochondriac and that he would steal food so they could eat or a car to make sure she made it to her doctor's appointments. He had told me that shortly before his father's death he had joined the IRA and it took him away from the troubles that he had at home but that it hurt him to not be able to protect them but he needed to be his own man, that he left because he feared that he would turn into a man like his father.
I draw in a ragged breath and wrap my arms tighter around his neck. "Don't cry. I'm here, love and you're safe." I rise up on my tip toes and gently press my lips to his. It's a sweet and gentle kiss and I moan when I feel Michael's fingers trace up and down my spine. His fingers thread into my hair and the kiss takes on a desperate and hungry tone. "I need you." My voice again sounds small and weak and I curse myself under my breath. "No Fi, don't. You're the strongest woman I know. In you I find the strength to become a better man." His fingers brush across my cheeks and cup my face, his thumbs lock under my chin and force my head up and makes me keep direct eye contact with him. He leans his head back slightly and I can't hold in the giggle that escapes my lips. "We're having a lovely moment Michael…I'm not going to head butt you, unless you want me to." I give him a seductive smile and he laughs. "Fi, I'm starting to think that violence is same kinda foreplay for you." I plant my hands on Michael's bare chest and he lets out a small sigh as I run them down his torso towards the waistband of his sleep pants. I let my lips hover next to his ear as I drip my left hand into his pants and lace my fingers around his hardened shaft. "That might be true but I don't want violence tonight Michael, I want something…" I start to gently pump my hand up and down at a pace that is agonizingly slow for me and my action draws a straggled moan for Michael. "Long." I swirl my thump over his head applying a gentle pressure and earning me another moan. "Hand." I press into the slit and Michael's hip buck against my hand. "And lasting." I run my tongue along the shell of his ear as I give his shaft one finally squeeze before releasing it and pulling my hand out of his pants.
"FI." My name falls from his lips like a prayer and the predatory look in his eyes makes me realize that I'm about to get what I asked for in a very delicious way. His hands lock onto the flesh of my hips as he swirls me around and pushes me against the glass door of the balcony. His lips travel up my neck, alternating between gentle kisses and nips as he works his way up to my ear. He sucks my ear lobe into his mouth before rolling it between his teeth. I can tell by the pressure of his fingers on my skin that he is fighting to hold back, fighting to keep the slow and steady pace. Michael's lips brush against mine and he pulls me in for a gentle kiss. We pull apart for air and the look of pure love on his face brings tears to my eyes. "You're the one who changed me. You came into my life and touched a part of my soul that I didn't even know was there. Your warmth and gentleness brought me balance. I love you Michael, forever." With that he lifted my leg and I felt his tip push at my core for a moment before he rocked his hip forward and entered me in one fluid movement. "Michael." I hissed as he lifted my other leg, allowing me to once again wrap myself around him. I reach beside me and my fingers brushed along the metal of the door handle as I let the tip of my tongue trace the contours of his ear. "Let's take this inside. Let me show you how you've changed me." With that my fingers lock around the handle and the doors open as Michael lead us inside and carries us towards the bed.
He lays me down on the bed and for a moment I watch as his eyes move up and down my form. I almost blush at the extra attention that he seems to pay to my less ample regions. I have always been tall with a thin frame; I was often picked on for my small breast and bottom, Sean would catch wind of it and beat them up and Liam would tell me that I was perfect just the way that I was. Michael positions himself over top of me and as his hips settled against mine I feel his tip rest at my entrance and I let out a contented sigh. Over the last six months I have grown to like these quite moments, these moments when Michael silently seeks control and I seem all too willing to give it to him. These moments are new for me, these gentle explorations of my body by Michael's very talented hands. I find in these moments that Michael seems to turn into a man that I am somewhat unfamiliar with, but a man that I am willing to lay my life down for…a man that I have given my heart over to. I watch as his fingers apply too light pressure as he draws patterns up my torso and along my ribs. When he reaches my breast his thumbs flick over the nipples several times his pressure increasing with each pass over. I let out a moan and he rocks his hips forward and teases me with the momentary pleasure of his tip entering me before pulling back and returning his attention to my breasts. He gives them a gentle squeeze and I bite my lip as he leans forward and brushes his lips against mine. His tongue runs along my bottom lip and I open my mouth allowing him access, the kisses remain soft and gentle as his hands continue to knead at my breasts. "Do you know how beautiful you are right now?" I give him a seductive smile and he pushes forward but this time he enters me completely and then stills his movements.
The low growl that escapes his lips almost sends me over the edge. I feel a surge of electric current run through me as I let my fingers lace into his hair and I drag my nails along his scalp in a slow path towards his neck, as I dig my nails into the soft flesh of his neck I hear another growl as his hips thrust forward, pushing him impossibly deeper into me. "Fi." my name is pure sin as it drips from his lips and his hips start to set a torturously slow pace as he pulls out, inch by inch, until his tips is all that remains inside of me before he pushes back in in the same torturous manner. I draw my fingers down his back, trying to keep my touch as feather light as his had been on my torso and ribs. I must have succeeded because his growls quickly turn into soft moans and my fingers lock onto the skin of his hips, again I try to keep my pressure light as I guide Michael's hips into a slightly stronger rhythm. As my eyes fall closed I hear his soft laughter in my ear, "Would you like to take control, Fi?" Before I can answer he changes our position so that I am now straddling him and I let a wicked smile play across my lips as I see the sparks of lust flair up in Michael's beautiful blue eyes.
I reach back and take hold of Michael's knees as I arch my back and pull him deeper into me. Again I hear a growl rib from his lips, "So beautiful." I let out a whimpered moan as his thumb starts to circle my clit as I try to mimic his slow and steady rhythm from earlier. With each thrust I feel the urgency of Michael's touch increase and I throw my head back in ecstasy: I let a snicker escape my lips as Michael's hand lock on to my hips stilling my motions. I cock my head to the side and give him a Cheshire grin, "Is there something you want Michael?" He remains silent for a moment but his hands quickly run up my back and thread into my hair and with a forceful twist he pulls my face to his and our lips connect in a bruising kiss. When we part for air his lips travel to my ear, "I need more Fi…I need all of you. Strong and rough." Ah, music to my ears. "It would be my pleasure." I let the last word off my tongue with a moan as I rock my hips forwards and crush myself against him. It only takes a few thrust and I feel every muscle in my body tighten. When I feel Michael's thumb press against my clit, it seems to be our mutual undoing. Michael grabs my hips and thrust up as we ride out our climax together. When my body stops shaking I fall forward and bury my face into his neck. I kiss a trail up to his ear and give the lobe a gentle nip. "I love you Michael." He chuckles and wraps his arms tightly around me. "I love you too Fi." A few moments pass in comfortable silence as we listen to the slowing of our breathing and heartbeats. I press a kiss into Michael's chest and again he gives me a gentle squeeze. "So are you ready for tonight?" I hear him snicker and a smile plays at my lips. "Poker night with the Glenanne's, all of you? I might not make it out alive." I laugh and playfully jab him in the ribs. "My money's on you Michael, it's only my brothers."