Page 9 of Losing Control
He is searching my eyes for an answer, and I look at his handsome features.
As I study his chiselled jawline and his full lips, I have two choices. I can either end what is happening between us here and now, or I can let go and move forward with my life.
It doesn’t take me long to reach a decision as I press my lips back against Michael’s.
I can’t keep living in the past.
I can’t keep living in fear of being hurt again.
I can’t expect every man to be the same as Tom.
Chapter Six
The morning after
I wake up the next morning with a smile on my face. My evening with Michael was wonderful. I may still have my insecurities, but I am determined to beat them.
When I kissed Michael back, after my wobble, it was magical. The way in which he was gentle with me, made me like him all the more.
The way that he carried me to his bedroom and made me feel like I was the only person that mattered was incredible.
I am currently laying in Michael’s bed with his arms wrapped around me, and I allow myself to snuggle closer to him as I relive the things that he did to me last night…
Michael picked me up, his lips connected with mine as he carried me to his bedroom.
Gently laying me down, his mouth travelled down my throat, his teeth lightly grazing
my sensitive flesh. He stopped briefly, looking at me for acknowledgement to carry on
as his hand settled on the top of my thigh. All it took was a nod of my head for him to
continue.
Blocking everything out of my mind, I simply let myself enjoy every sensation
running through me.
As I was stripped of my clothes, butterflies went crazy inside of me. Nerves built up, but they were soon put at ease by the feel of Michael’s lips, soft as a feather, teasing the inside of my leg. A low groan escaped past my lips as he found my clit with his tongue. It had been a while since I had had any sort of sexual contact with a man, so it didn’t take me long to reach my orgasm.
Michael expertly worked me through my release before beginning a slow, gentle rhythm, with himself buried inside of me. I gripped onto his shoulders, my fingers digging into his skin. Our frantic breathing was the only sound in the room. The slow thrusts of his cock making me build to another release.
My body started to tremble, my cries getting louder from the overwhelming pleasure.
When Michael came a few strokes later, I felt like my world had shifted. Shifted in a good way. It was the perfect way for me to be introduced back into the world of ‘boy meets girl.’ Although dubious at first, I realised that Michael had been the perfect choice of partner for me.
Attentive, sensitive to my needs, and oh-so-ready to make me start forgetting about Tom.
The warm, fuzzy feeling surged through me upon reflection. I am so glad that Michael asked me out, and I am so glad that Kim urged me to follow through and go for that first drink with him. I haven’t felt this content in a long time.
Michael stirs, and his arms tighten around me. I smile against his chest, loving the closeness between us.
“Good morning,” he says, his voice sounding a little groggy from only just waking up, but no less sexy.
“Morning.”
I place a light kiss on his chest and I allow my lips to travel up to his neck. A deep growl comes from him as I am released from his arms and turned so that I am flat on my back, pinned to the bed by his fine form. He grinds his hips into me and I open my legs as my sex cries out for him to be closer.
He brings his head down and starts to gently bite on my bottom lip, and a giggle bubbles out of me. I try to move but he still has me pinned to the bed, not that I am going to complain of course, but I would like to be able to touch him.
