Back to You(107)

She was instantly spellbound, completely lost. Everything else in her world fell away, and the only thing that existed or even remotely mattered was Michael, finally there with her, his hands traveling over her body and the brush of his lips everywhere he could reach.
She felt like she was being worshipped.
The last time they had been together, { display: block; text-indent: 5%; font-size: 0.88rem; margin-top: f29he had been so careful. This time, there was a confidence in his movements and determination behind his actions. He could read her so easily; he understood exactly what she needed and when, and he knew just how to prolong the intense sensations he was giving her, drawing out every feeling until it was almost unbearable. And when he knew she couldn’t take anymore, he doubled his efforts until he drove her over the edge, kissing her passionately and swallowing every moan she offered up to him.
There were no words for what Lauren felt in that moment. It was far beyond just physical pleasure, encompassing every square inch of her body until she felt like she might burst out laughing and crying simultaneously in its aftermath. But instead she focused all of her remaining energy on making him feel the way he had just made her feel.
It wasn’t long before she felt his body begin to tense, and when the slow, steady rasp of his breath grew rapid, she pulled him down to her, bringing her lips to his ear.
“I love you,” she whispered.
Then he was gone, pulling her against his body as he gave himself over to the release. Michael fell forward, his overworked muscles trembling with the effort of keeping his weight off of her until finally he rolled onto his back, pulling her against his side.
Lauren placed her hand on his stomach, her breath fast and heavy, and she could feel his heart racing against her cheek.
“Jesus Christ,” he finally said, and Lauren laughed softly as she closed her eyes.
“I know.”
“I thought I built it up in my head,” he said through labored breath. “What it felt like to be with you.”
She shook her head. “To think we could have been doing this for years.”
Michael groaned softly. “Don’t remind me what an idiot I am.”
Lauren smiled. “You’re not an idiot. I kind of like you.”
He burst out laughing. “You kind of like me?”
“Little bit.”
He laughed again, pulling her further into his side as he pressed his lips against the top of her head. After a minute, he said, “What made you approach me that day?”
“Hmm?” she asked as she lazily trailed her fingertips over his chest.
Michael shifted as he placed his hand behind his head and looked down at her. “In high school. I’ve always wondered about that. Why did you give me those notes?”
Lauren smiled as she realized what he was talking about. “Because you looked so sad the day before.”
“Sad? How do you figure?”
“Not when you were flinging desks across the room,” she clarified, and she felt his chest bounce with laughter beneath her. “I meant after that, when you were sitting in the parking lot.”
“Ahh, that’s right,” Michael said slowly, nodding his head. “I forgot about the part where you stalked me.”
Lauren reached up and pinched the inside of his arm, and he yelped out a laugh as he ripped it out of her reach. She went up on her elbow, laying partially on his chest as she looked down at him. “You didn’t look so scary then. You looked like you needed a friend. So I wanted to do something nice for you.”
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He raised his eyebrows as she looked down at him fighting a smile, and then suddenly both of his hands were on her waist as he tickled her. She squealed loudly as she tried to push off of him, but he shifted his weight so he was on top of her, pinning her down and continuing the torturous movement of his fingers up and down her sides as she screeched with laughter and gasped for air.
When he saw the tears at the corners of her eyes, he finally stopped, rolling off of her as he pulled her back on top of him with a laugh.
Lauren pushed herself up on her hands as she attempted to catch her breath, and he smiled up at her, swiping the hair out of her face as he leaned up and kissed her.
When his mouth transitioned from tender to insistent, Lauren pulled back slightly.
“Okay, this isn’t helping me catch my breath,” she exhaled, and he chuckled softly, shifting their weight so she could rest her head on his chest. Michael slowly pulled his fingers through her hair, and Lauren sighed and closed her eyes.