Head over Heels: A Single Dad Romance(20)

"I guess you were being patient."

I heard Michael chuckle on the other end of the line, "told ya."

I saw Mimi, my Maid of Honor, standing in the kitchen directing pre-wedding traffic and gave a quick wave.

"You need to get ready," she called out and pointed to the clock, "the hairdresser will be here soon."

"I'm just going to take a shower," I called out to her and I swear, I heard Michael hum.

I bent down and kissed the tip of Elizabeth's head. "Just a little bit longer and I'm all yours."

She looked up at me and beamed just as Michael murmured in agreement.

I laughed and clicked off the phone before I bounded up the stairs.

Two seconds into my shower and I heard the door open. It could have been Elizabeth not wanting to be away from me, but I chuckled because I know it wasn't. I tipped my head back under the spray and waited. I would have said the sensation was pure bliss, but that was coming soon.

I heard the soft rustle of cotton as it slid against heated skin and recognized the dull thud as it dropped to the floor. A moment later the shower door opened and the stall got much more crowded. I could feel him standing behind me, watching the water cascade over my body.

"We aren't supposed to see each other before the wedding," I whispered and felt Michael's strong arms wrap around me.

His head dipped down to nuzzle my neck before commanding, "then keep your eyes closed."

"Look who's getting cranky in his old age," I teased him but obliged. I wanted his touch more than a silly superstition, but why tempt fate when there was a workaround?

"Not too old that I couldn't knock you up," he countered and slid his hands over my stomach. It was still flat, but if we had waited any longer my wedding dress would have needed an adjustable waist.

I sighed as one of his hands slipped down to run his fingers through my folds while the other reached up to gently cup my sensitive breast.

"I thought we were running late," I asked him and reached back to capture his cock in my hand.

He grunted and slid his fingers through my folds, "you were, but I think you've since made up some of that time."

"Well, then, if we've got some time," I ran my hands along his wet length and when I reached the tip drew circles along the sensitive ridge.

He sucked in a deep breath and thrust his fingers gently against my bundle of nerves. I cried out with pleasure and felt his hand clamp over my mouth, "Shhhh," he cautioned, the walls have ears.

I laughed my best silent laugh, the whispered, "I need you right now."

With practiced ease, he bent me over and positioned my hips for optimum thrusting. My legs were spread comfortably wide and I placed my hands against the wall for support. It was exhilarating - every single time with Michael seemed better than the last.

The water was running over my ass when Michael started to drag the tip of his cock through my slick folds. I don't know if it was the hormones or the wedding, but I couldn't get enough of his magnificent cock. In a move that he was now familiar with, I spread my legs wider and wiggled my pussy against him.

He chuckled as soon as he recognized my tell, and a moment later eased into me - slowly, but steady and hard. When he bottomed out, he carefully pulled out before sliding his girth back in again.

I drew a shaky breath at the invasion, but it wasn't enough, I needed more and began to match his thrusts to heighten the impact. Deeper and harder we connected and he soon began pounding me with a renewed force. I gripped him tighter, savoring the sting of each thrust.

As he pounded faster and harder, the water slapped against our skin and sprayed droplets over everything. In and out he rode me, our breathing shallow with excitement.

He was so close. I was so close.

Michael reached around and brushed his fingertips over my throbbing clit. That's all it took.

The world exploded into a blissful wave and I cried out into my fist to muffle the sound. The wave was carrying me onward when Michael's body tightened up and he ground his hips into me. I reached back and grasped his hand as a shudder ripped through his body. He cried out as he emptied himself inside of me and then he went slack. After a moment, he wrapped one hand around my waist to steady me then pressed the other against the shower wall to steady us both.

He kissed the back of my neck while I continued to milk him - refusing to let go until I drained him of every last drop.

We stayed like that for a moment, cradled in his arms and lost in blissful exhaustion until the world found us again.

"Mommy," Elizabeth yelled from the other side of the door, "Are you gonna be in there all day?"

Michael and I stifled a laugh and held onto each other a little tighter. A few tiny raps on the door was all it took for the damn to burst and our laughter flowed freely.

"Hey," she yelled out, "What are you guys doing in there?"

I heard Mimi call her away, and as her tiny feet stomped down the hallway I craned my neck around and Michael dropped a kiss on my lips.

This was our life from now on, and we wouldn't have it any other way.