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Michael was so elated that I was willing to try an evening with Anna that he had called her from the restaurant parking lot and arranged our rendezvous for the very next night.
This morning as I stood looking out the bedroom window, I found myself touching my lips, thinking of Anna’s mouth on mine. But my delicious memory was interrupted by an equally troubling thought of Michael kissing those same lips and liking it more than kissing mine.
I had spent a perfect night with Michael last night after dinner. We came back to his house and had another bottle of wine, we danced even though there was no music, and we talked till near dawn. I fell asleep with my head on his chest, listening to his heartbeat. He slept too, with his arm around me, always my protector.
We did discuss Anna, and he continued to ask me if I was sure about having playtime with her. I said I was sure. And I was when he was holding me tight in his arms, when his dark eyes were locked on mine and when his deep, confident voice cast a velvety mantle over us, wrapping us up tightly, making it impossible for anyone or anything to come between us.
It was the moments when we were apart that I worried. I was naked and unsure without his shroud of certainty.
As I stood contemplating my concerns, the cloak dropped over me. One hand slid around my waist, the other across my décolleté, and they pulled me safely against his warm body. His lips fell on my neck ever so softly, not intended to provoke arousal but rather to soothe my mind.
How does he know my thoughts?
I think back to that Friday just chatting on the dating app when I told him I had to pick out clothes for the next day, and he immediately said, “black suit with red top to accent, it matches your jade eyes.” That was precisely what I had been thinking and what I wore even. It baffled me how he knew my sizes when sending clothes and shoes. Even with the vibrating wand at the gallery, he knew just how many minutes to give me in the bathroom with it, so that I had to stop just before my climax and run back to meet him with seconds to spare. Throughout this whole relationship (okay, all ten days), it was like he intuits the needs of my mind, my body, my heart, my very soul.
“Jill, I sense you are still torn about tonight, am I correct?” he whispered in my ear, so quietly, yet I could still hear the concern in his tone.
“Yes, Sir,” I whisper, “But I don’t want to be. I want this for both of us. I truly enjoyed my time with Anna yesterday. But I fear my jealousy of you with her will tear me apart.”
Michael kissed my head, placed his hand on the small of my back, and led me to a chair across from the bed. As I sat, he knelt in front of me. I smiled, thinking of our night in the park.
Michael took my hand in his and pulled my chin, so our eyes met.
Was it possible that I saw the same thing in his eyes that I felt in my heart? Surely not. I couldn’t think like that, or I was sure to get burned with the fire that fueled our sexual passion. I should stomp down those feelings, stomp out that ardent fire in my heart until he lights that flame too. Until then, I should just focus on fanning the carnal fire we shared.
Looking at me, Michael said, “Jill, I thought if Anna could join us, even just once, she could demonstrate some of the ways that I like to play. I thought you would be more comfortable if you saw them before you experienced them. It is one thing for us to discuss these things, but I am not sure if you have the whole picture. So, I thought we could have Anna help to show you, and then you could say yes or no.”
“Oh, well, that is certainly considerate of you,” I muttered.
“Jill, did you think that I wanted to have a relationship with both of you at the same time?” he asked.
“Well,” I mumbled, “I guess I did. What was I supposed to think?”
Michael laughed a hearty, knowing laugh that made me feel left out of the joke. I crossed my arms and huffed.
“No, no, my precious gem. This is all my fault for not explaining myself to you adequately. I guess I have just been so caught up in you, my mind spinning a little off-kilter. I have brought you into my life so quickly, and I want to make you as comfortable as I can so that you don’t change your mind. I just forgot to make sure you understood my intentions completely.”
I could honestly say this man standing before, always put together and buttoned-up, was now completely unraveled. But I still did not understand his babbling. I still needed some answers as to why I felt like I was the last to know a plot that involved me as the main character.
Seeing that his vague revelation had not tempered my anxiety, Michael continued, “Okay, my lovely Jill, let us think of Anna as my teaching assistant for you. And as such, a professor would not go beyond what is professional with his teaching assistant, correct?”
“Well, no,” I said, thinking back to my nursing school days when we pretended to give bed baths to each other, but we didn’t actually perform the task.
“So, Jill, I shall be the consummate professional for you this evening. I promise I will demonstrate with Anna, but we will not engage in any oral sex or intercourse. Now, if you decide that you would like us all to be together, then you just say so. Everything will be on your approval.”
“Really? You would do that for me?” I screamed as I jumped into his arms, knocking us both to the floor with me on top of him.
“Of course, I would! Jill, I don’t need to have sex with Anna. That was not the purpose of this whole thing. You are my fulfillment, remember? You fulfill me, and I fulfill you.” He said and kissed me as if I truly was the most precious gem in the world, and he was not about to let me go.
I could feel Michael’s excitement rise against my pelvis, and warmth spread within me as well. I started to move my hips against him and moan softly. The kindness of this man made me want him even more than usual. His cock pushed against me, having fast grown to full extension, and my mouth was watering to wrap around him and taste his cream. I sat up, unbuckle his belt, unzip his trousers, and just as I touched his warm, swollen flesh, his hand grasped my wrist, and he moaned.
“Dammit,” he put his other hand over his eyes, “I really want you to finish that, but we have a couple of things to do before Anna gets here. Let’s pick this up later, okay?”
“I promise,” I giggled and rolled off him.
After eating a wonderful lunch, we showered together, making each other clean with the dirtiest of touches. I dried off, and Michael rubbed lotion all over my body, very meticulous not to miss a single spot. As I put my makeup on and dried my hair, Michael appeared with a brand-new amethyst-colored silk robe. As he slid it on my body, the luxury of its touch was nearly enough to make me orgasm.
Sitting on the bathroom counter facing him with my legs around his waist, I set about to shave his ruggedly handsome face. With the thin white essence in the bamboo bowl, I worked the stiffened brush in fast swirling motions to thicken the tincture into a heavy white cream. I scooped up the sandalwood-smelling batter with a softer brush and began frosting Michael’s cheeks, jaw, and chin. My novice hand shook at first as I touch the blade to his skin, but as soon as he looked at me and said, “Good girl,” I simultaneously became confident and aroused. I wanted to show him I was his good girl. My strokes became even and firm, clearing away the creamy stubble completely. I navigated the angle of his chin and the curve around his ear with the graceful strokes of an expert. I remained focused and steady, even when his hands moved to my inner thighs and tried to distract me. I wiped him first with a warm washcloth and then with a dry cloth, ensuring that my Sir was clean and dry.
“I have one more surprise for you,” Michael said as he took my hand and led me back into the bedroom. A gift box was sitting on the bed just waiting for me to open it, and I obliged. Inside I found a sheer lace teddy in the same magnificent amethyst color.
Michael slid the robe off my shoulders, and I stepped into the teddy only to find that the V-neckline came down to my navel, and the back was completely open. But neither was as surprising as the fact that it was crotchless. When I lifted my leg slightly, drawing notice to my surprise, Michael just snickered and said, “Fun, right?”
Then he held the robe back out for me to slip into, turn me around to assess his creation, and smiled.
“You are a vision in purple, my darling.” His praises poured over me like fine wine flowing from a crystal decanter.
Just as he pulled on his trousers and slipped into his loafers, the doorbell rang. Michael looked at the clock on the wall, the clock in the hall chimed, and Michael smiled.
“Just like Anna, always on time.”
He took my hand, and we went downstairs to the front door. I stood off to the side as Michael went to greet Anna.
He opened the door, and I could see a confused look immediately cross his face. He stepped onto the stoop and I heard two male voices instead of the female voice I expected.
I heard Michael thank the other gentleman as he walked back in the doorway and shut the door behind him. In his hands was a vase full of a dozen stunning roses.
I started to ask what was going on, but Michael spoke first.
“She isn’t coming.” He said in a bit of a dazed voice.
“Why Michael?” but his baffled look remained. I started to get concerned when he didn’t answer me. “Michael, did I do something wrong yesterday? Did I upset her? I am sorry, really. Maybe I can speak with her and make things right. Mich-“
His fingers covered my lips before I could finish his name. He sat the roses down on the foyer table but held the card in his hand. A smile spread across his face that looked like the kid that found the toy in the cereal box.
“Jill, I love you.”
“Hmmm?” I questioned with his fingers still pressed on my lips.
“I love you! I. Love. You. I love you!” He repeated and replaced his fingers with a fervent kiss.
He had the same ardent flame in his heart I did, and now he fanned both.
“Oh, Michael, I love you too.”
He picked me up and swung me around, embracing me so tight I barely had enough air to giggle.
“Wait, what does this have to do with the roses and the card and Anna not coming. I am so lost.” I patted his shoulder for him to let me down and looked at him with all this confusion.
“Anna just confirmed what I have thought since I picked you up in that Uber from the hotel. But I needed to be sure that you wanted to be in my world before committing my heart. I didn’t want to hurt either of us.”
He handed me the card, and it said:
She’s the one
Go for it
-A
I was stunned. “Is this what you want, Michael?” I asked hesitantly. The last thing I wanted was for him to bend to being with only me unless it was his choice.
“My beautiful Jill, I have waited all my life for you to find me. Like the note in the bottle, released on one shore and found thousands of miles away on another. We found each other. I won’t lie; I have enjoyed other women along the way. Sometimes more than one at a time. But from the moment I met you, something inside me made me realize that you are the one I’ve been searching for and the only woman I will ever need,” Michael replied as he gazed into my eyes.
He took me by the hand and led me to the bedroom. I wasn’t sure what he had in mind, but I was game for whatever he wanted. I was so giddy with love that I’d happily consent to be tied up, spanked, and taken hard.
But as he undressed me slowly, then followed suit, I sensed this wasn’t a session or a scene. This was me, standing naked with the man I loved and him loving me back.
There was a calm strength about Michael standing here with me. He was not my Sir. He was my partner. There would be no restraints, no leather crops, and no rough sex tonight, only two people, madly in love, enjoying each other’s bodies.
“I want to make love to you, Jill,” Michael said softly, his eyes glistening. “I want you to remember this night forever.”
I felt a slight wave of panic come over me.
Remember this night forever? Is this the last time we’ll be together?
I must have frowned a little bit, giving away my fears, because he cupped my face with his hands and continued.
“Years from now, Jill, I want us to both to look back on this night and remember how it felt to make love after finally realizing we were meant only for each other.”
I breathed a sigh of relief. “I love you so deeply, Michael. I would have done anything you wished. But knowing that I don’t need to share you to keep you in my life means the world to me.”
Michael took me by the hand and led me to the bed. “Lie down for me and open your legs. I have a desperate need to taste you. Let me show you my love for you by bringing you pleasure beyond your wildest dreams.”
I did precisely what he asked and was rewarded with a plethora of wet, erotic kisses on each inner thigh. I felt my body go limp under his touch, the subtle rocking of my hips the only movement possible. When he reached the treasure that he sought, I felt every nerve ending tingle with pleasure.
He nibbled, licked, and sucked until my sweet nectar quenched his thirst. “Oh, my God! Yes, Michael, yes!” I cried out.
Saying nothing, Michael moved to lie next to me and shared my own honey with me. It was erotic tasting myself on his lips. Then he rubbed his throbbing manhood against me and slowly pushed himself inside.
My breath hitched as he took me tenderly, kissing me as he moved in deliberate rhythms. We kissed while we made love, and it was so intimately exquisite, I felt like I was drunk.
Michael broke off the kiss. “I love you, sweet Jill, my heart, my soulmate, my one and only,” his voice resonated from my lips to my chest, to my deepest depths. Echoing his love to every edge of my mind and body and making an imprint that I would never question, never forget, never doubt again.
I touched his face with my hands, trying to send that same undeniable, unconditional, and unequivocal love as static electricity out through my fingertips and my longing gaze. “I love you, too, Michael. You are the man of my dreams, my heart, my soulmate, my one and only, too.”
I felt tears of intense joy welling up in my eyes as he moved inside me.
Jeez, Jill, don’t cry. He’ll think something is wrong!
I pulled Michael’s lips onto mine so he wouldn't see my emotions threatening to ruin this beautiful moment. Our tongues and bodies danced together, mating like only true lovers do, soft, slow, and sweet.
Eventually, I needed more. Michael sensed my need and moved faster, bringing us both close to the edge. He grinned wickedly as he slowed down and then sped up, only to ease up again, keeping us on edge for what felt like forever.
“Oh, God, Michael, I need…” But I could not finish my sentence as my orgasm ripped through my body like a tidal wave. Only then did my lover pick up his pace and thrust into me until he tightened and let go, uncoiling his hot cables of balm deep inside my tunnel.
A short while later, we cuddled close and enjoyed the sound of each other’s hearts. Michael’s finger traced a slow, seductive trail down my arm, making me purr.
I crawled down his body, kissing his sweaty, salty skin until I found my treasure between his legs. Working him over with my talented mouth, I brought that treasure back to life. Soon I straddled him as his eager hands cupped my breasts, and I rode him to intense pleasure. We came again and collapsed on the bed, thoroughly sated.
“Jill,” Michael said softly. “There is something I need to ask you.”
“Whatever it is, the answer is yes,” I replied in my dreamy state.
Michael reached over to the nightstand, pulled out a little red satin box, and said, “Uh-uh. Don’t you dare cheat me out of the opportunity to ask you to be my wife!” Then he slipped out of bed and dropped to his knees. I sat up, overwhelmed with emotion again.
Then he spoke in that voice that stole my heart from the first moment. That masculine, sexy, warm ray of sunshine enveloped me and lit me up from the inside out. “My beautiful Jill, please be mine forever. Please let me have the honor of being the one man who brings you joy for the rest of your life. Let me bring you pleasure beyond your wildest dreams while protecting and respecting you always.”
At first, I was speechless, as I am apt to be in these situations. Typically, I would mutter a monosyllabic something or other, and Michael would just know what I was trying to say. But in that moment, my future flashed before my eyes. A future with this amazing man or one without. A kiss on his lips or someone else’s? A touch by his hand or someone else’s? Sexual pleasure with him or someone else? And that feeling that I get simply from his voice? Well, no one else could ever compete with that or any of these other things because he was my one and only.
“Yes! Oh, yes, Michael!” I proclaimed
Epilogue
Michael and I have been happily married for ten years now. We are still just as in love today as we were then. But our sex life is probably even better.
I have found myself, my whole self, and have confidence in my own mind, body, and spirit. And with that, I have more to give to Michael. I still fulfill him, and he still fulfills me. It is very much a symbiotic relationship, based on love and respect for each other.
Anna and I have become very good friends, but not good enough to join Michael and me for anything but dinner. Michael has never faltered from the words he said to me the night of the proposal; he has been completely satisfied with just this woman in his bed and no one else.
He was undeniably correct about one other thing that he said that night too. We both still look back on that night and remember how it felt to make love after finally realizing we were meant only for each other.
The End
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