I run a hand over his firm bottom and hear him moan while his cock twitches. As I wiggle to try and get into a more comfortable position, he slips out and rests against my thigh.
He wraps an arm around my waist and positions us so we’re facing. “You’d tempt a monk,” he declares, pulling me closer.
“I only want to tempt you.”
“I’m easy.” He grins. “How sore are you?”
I feel a blush working it’s way up and into my face. Michael cups my face with one hand and brushes his thumb along my lips. “Don’t be embarrassed.”
“I’m more uncomfortable than sore. I mean,” I grin, “you’re not exactly small.”
Now Michael blushes. “Let’s talk about something else, because talking about my dick is only going to get him all excited again.”
I wrap my arm around his waist and ask him, “Is it always like that between two people?”
He offers me a wry smile and brushes the tips of his fingers across my forehead. “It’s never been like that for me before. There haven’t been all that many and certainly no one as important to me as you are, so I think that’s what made all the difference.”
“I’m happy Michael. Really happy. Until I met you, I was content, but now, I realize I wasn’t truly happy, not like the way I feel now.”
“I’m glad.”
“Doesn’t it frighten you?”
“I’m not missing anything, Brooke. I’m also reading your message loud and clear, and I couldn’t be happier.” He kisses my lips. “Let’s sleep.” He drags the sheet over us.
Michael opens one eye and moans, “You’re wide awake? Didn’t I tire you out?”
“I’m tired, but I’m excited.”
His eyes pop wide and he gives me a lazy grin. “Excited, huh?” A large, warm palm slides over my bottom and, as I slip my leg over his hip, he snuggles me in closer.
“This, with you, is all new to me,” I grin, “which is obvious, but I like it. I like how I feel when I’m with you and I’m afraid I’ll get up tomorrow morning and it will all have been a dream.”
“Brooke, this between us is real, okay?” He wraps his arms around me as I nuzzle into his chest.
A yawn makes me a liar. “Okay, perhaps I should sleep.” I yawn again. “I’m going to the beach tomorrow with Carrie and Sinclair.”
“You are?”
“Yeah.”
“You don’t sound too enthusiastic about it.”
“I’m not really, and I can’t help wondering what Carrie is up to. These days, she always has a motive except this time I can’t figure it out.”
“Hmm.” He gently rubs along my back in soothing strokes. “Perhaps I should join you for lunch.”
I smile against him. “I’d love to see you at lunch.” I kiss his chest. “I’ll message you when and where.”
“I promise to be there.” He kisses the top of my head as I slowly drift off to sleep, secure in the warmth of his hands.
As I start to wake, I find that I’m secured against Michael’s chest as he carries me into the bathroom. I hear the slosh of water and startle as Michael starts to sit with me in his arms. The warm water comes up to my shoulders once he’s fully seated, and I certainly don’t miss the throbbing hardness that’s trapped between us.
He chuckles. “Ignore him for a while. I want to make sure you’re okay.”
“Hmm,” I snuggle my face into his neck. “I’m more than okay.” Straddling him, I wince, which he catches.
“That’s what I mean. It was your first time last night. We did it twice, and as you’ve already stated, I’m on the large side, so let me take care of you.”