Head over Heels: A Single Dad Romance(18)

Without hesitation, he took himself in hand and pushed against my sex. He ran his cock through my slick folds, dragging it from my clit to my tight opening. He teased me by thrusting gently against my sensitive nub until I twitched, then dragged his cock back to taunt my opening. He felt so good and I couldn't wait to take him inside me. I took a deep breath and relaxed every muscle in my body.

I was ready for him. I was as eager for him as he was for me. He was hard. I was wet. I didn't trust myself to speak properly, so I spread my legs a bit farther apart and wiggled myself against him.

"Yes, Ma'am," he growled and positioned himself against my tight opening. His force was light at first and then more insistent as my opening began to give way to him. Then he was inside of me. Suddenly his thrust was hard, fast and deep and the impact ripped through me. I screamed into the empty house with a delicious mixture of pleasure and pain.

He continued to sink deeper until his cock tapped against my womb. With my legs in the air, his hips pressed firmly against my ass like a tumbler locking me in place and my head began to spin. Michael moaned and grasped at my hips while I constricted my muscles around him and held him tight.

Time seemed to stop as he stilled to enjoy the sensation of being buried inside of me and he leaned over to claim my lips once more. His lips rained kisses along my jawline and when he reached my ear he whispered, "I can't imagine my life without you."

My heart soared at those words, and my muscles spasmed around him, pulled him inside of me and clamped down to extend the glorious phenomenon. "I feel the same," I whispered back and could feel his smile deepen against my neck.

I closed my eyes as he slid out through my tightly clenched lips. The sensation of being drawn out from the inside ignited a flow of lava that heated me to my core.

He paused with his thick head just inside my opening, pulling the skin taut as if unable to pull free. It was perfect, the pressure was so unbearably sweet that I let go of my ankles and placed my hands on either side of his face. His kiss was sweet and salty and I devoured him greedily.

His tongue swirled around mine as he firmly and swiftly filled me again, stretching me with the size of his cock. Michael grunted when he bottomed out, his hips curving around my ass. He dug his fingers into me and rolled his hips against my ass to create a delicious friction that warmed me inside and out. I rode the euphoric wave as he filled me from the inside, his body circuit that thrummed through my center.

He moaned with pleasure as I clamped down around his cock and every one of my nerve endings sang as he slowly pulled me apart.

My slick holes offered no resistance as he drove into me again. His hips landed against my ass and the shock vibrated along my spine. His cock filled me, stretched me. Our groans filled the air, echoing around us, overpowering our senses. Faster now, he wrenched himself out again. I struggled to switch from relaxing my muscles to allow him entry and clenching my muscles to prevent him from leaving.

Reaching my edge, he thrust back inside. Faster. Harder. With each thrust, he impaled me more quickly. My gasps became more rapid as our rhythm increased. I loved it. I loved every minute of it. Michael's sac smacked loudly against my ass with each thrust. My insides were tightening. It wouldn't be much longer.

Michael reached down to run his fingers through my wet folds and his fingertips brushed over my throbbing clit. I didn't want this to end yet. I wanted to feel his release.

"I'm close," he rasped out, "so close."

My head reeled, trying to hold back, wanting to rush forward. I increased the pressure as he drove into me. I heard Michael's strangled cry. I shut my eyes tight.

I was on the edge. Ready to soar. Michael reached down and circled my swollen nub. One touch. That's all it took. My body seized.

He swallowed the scream that ripped from my lungs as I came. My juices covered his cock and he drove into me once more. In and out. Then deep. Tight. His roar echoed around us as he released inside of me, filling me with his seed.

I gripped him tighter, my muscles spasming around him, milking him. Lost in the swirling fire, Michael held me steady. His lips murmured encouraging words that washed over me. Easing me down. Soothing me.

It was bliss, it was heaven, but I was also suddenly scared of what it all meant.

Michael folded me in his arms and kissed me tenderly but I think we both knew this changed things in a way that it wouldn't have a month ago. Were we ready for that?





Chapter 12





It had been a crazy couple of months with Michael and Elizabeth and I loved every second of it. His daughter and I had grown close, and Michael and I even closer. Over that time he and I christened every single room in our lovingly refurbished house and almost every room in his house.

But today that ended and I really wasn't sure what was going to happen next.

I was so caught up with my Internship at the Architectural firm, finishing up the house, making sure Elizabeth was taken care of and Michael was well satiated that I lost track of what was waiting for me at the end of this journey. After settling into this perfect rhythm, we never talked about what came next.

Then the house was done and I was in limbo.

"Ok, if we can have the entire crew on the front porch for a group shot." The photographer called out to the group of us gathered for the grand opening of our Victorian house.

Not that it was really an opening, but Michael thought it would be a good idea to get everyone together to see what we had been working on. There were a lot more people roaming about than I expected, and in some ways, it almost felt like my goodbye party.