Head over Heels: A Single Dad Romance(12)
"It doesn't matter what you tell her," I spoke with the authority of someone with experience, "she'll know the truth."
Michael turned to me as a loud rumble passed by, and I saw his smile was somewhat diminished, "so, what do I do?"
"You love her," I advised, "every day, in every way. Just continue to love-" The room suddenly seemed to explode as a sharp crack of thunder joined a flash of lighting, and I almost jumped out of my skin.
Without thinking, Michael put his arms around me and pulled me close. Ever the protector, I could feel the waves of heat coming off his body and I wanted to melt into him.
Another bolt of lightning hit and I wrapped my arms around his waist and rested my cheek on his bare chest. I wasn't usually afraid of thunderstorms, but the electricity in the air was palpable and the aftershocks raced through me.
Michael reached up to smooth down a wayward strand of hair as I squeezed him tighter. Running his finger lightly down the side of my neck, he breathed deep and murmured, "that's good advice for everyone." I gasped as his fingers trailed lightly down my back, and I wondered if he could smell the sexual frustration on me.
His palm came to rest against my back and his warmth radiated through my thin robe. I didn't want to move. I didn't want to breathe. I didn't want to do anything that would break the spell of that moment.
As we stood there, I heard the heavy rains move in. A storm swirled around us and with each crack of thunder he would pull me closer and I would sink into him more. It was as if mother nature was created a bubble for only the two of us to share. After a few loud rumbles, I could feel the bulge grow in his shorts and gasped.
When the next bolt came, I jumped back in shock and my robe, loosened from our embrace, slid open. My breasts, barely hidden by the thin fabric, on display before him. My breath caught in my chest. I didn't know whether I should pull the robe tight or let it flow free, and then I saw Michael's jaw twitch as caught sight of my bare skin.
I threw caution to the wind and arched my back slightly, to give him a better view and hopefully the desire for more. His breathing was ragged when he lifted his hands to my collarbone. With his index fingers pushing the fabric aside, he drew a path down the outside of my breasts and over my hips. His fingers came to a rest with his hands securely cupping my ass.
His touch was an electric spark that rivaled any lighting bolt outside, and my entire body thrummed for him. I wanted him. I reached out and slipped my fingers inside the waistband of his boxers and started to draw my fingers down along his hips.
"Devon," he groaned and dipped his head toward mine, "are you sure?"
Chapter 9
"Yes," I responded heatedly, not just to Michael's question, but my own burning desires. With that word, he leaned in and captured my lips with a kiss that took my breath away.
When he ran his tongue across my bottom lip, I willingly parted my lips for him. My entire body clenched with need as he slipped inside and twirled his tongue around mine. I've never been kissed with such passion before. I would have done anything he asked after that kiss.
I mewed when he broke off the kiss, but that turned into a sigh as his feather light kisses blazed a trail along my jawline. As he nuzzled the tender spot behind my ear, his fingers skimmed up my body and halted at my breasts. My breath caught in my throat in anticipation. He palmed my nipples with whisper light circles and every nerve ending in my body felt exposed. Once the peaks were nice and stiff, his fingers took over, rolling them between his thumb and forefingers.
This was what I had been waiting for… dreaming for.
My fingers were still secure in his waistband and I tried to pull them down further, but I didn't get very far. Michael laughed at my frustration and pulled back to give me room to maneuver.
As I lowered my eyes, I saw the tip of his stiff cock as it peeked out from his waistband. I looked up at Michael's hooded expression and dropped to my knees on the hardwood floor. Never taking my eyes from him, I pulled drown his shorts until they pooled on the floor. His cock sprang free and then dipped down in front of my mouth at the perfect height.
I took a moment to take in the sight of his magnificent manhood. It was easily the biggest I had ever seen in my life, and I worried about being able to take it all in. I looked up at Michael and was met by his sultry smile. Without hesitation, I dropped my eyes back down. The bulbous head was sporting a drop of pre-cum and I eagerly leaned over and licked it with the tip of my tongue. I dropped my head back to savor his salty taste and heard Michael moan above me.
With a flick of his fingers, my silky robe slid off my shoulders and joined his boxers on the floor. I felt the smooth silk caressing my legs, and was exhilarated to know he was watching my every move.
Emboldened by this knowledge, I leaned forward to run my tongue along his length. I teased the thick veins with the tip of my tongue and heard him take a relaxing breath. After working my way to the base, I flattened my tongue against the bottom of his cock and dragged it straight to the head.
Without waiting for his reaction, I puckered my lips tightly, placed them against the tip of his cock, and slowly took him in. His breath was heavy as he invaded my mouth, and I forced myself not to smile and risk breaking the tight contact of my lips around his shaft. With the head firmly placed in my mouth, I sucked lightly at the hard ridge while my tongue teased him mercilessly.