Page 15 of Loving Lizzy

She took the satin wrap from the door and tied the belt around her waist. Opening the door, she found Michael sitting in bed with his e-book in his lap. Although he focused on the object, he appeared deep in thought.

Walking to the light switch, she flipped it off. The dim glow from the bathroom allowed her to see his face. He glanced up, startled.

“I thought you planned to soak for a while. Did you not enjoy it?” His forehead creased in concern.

Walking to his side, she soothed the worry from his face with her fingers.

“I loved it, but I thought of something I wanted to do more,” she whispered.

He searched her face, ready to do whatever she needed. Lizzy stood and slowly untied the robe, letting the belt fall to the sides. The wrap parted, showing the bra and panties.

Michael slowly swung his legs over the edge. His hand slipped between the garment and clasped her waist. His thumb moved along her hip bone.

“Lizzy…” he started.

She placed a finger on his lips. “Shhh, I want this. I miss our connection. You asked me to move here with you and allow you in. I’m trying right now.”

His other hand slid between the folds and grasped the other side of her. He pulled her close and laid his forehead on her tummy. Her hand stroked his hair and down his neck.

Michael groaned and stood in front of her. He cupped her cheek and placed a soft kiss on her mouth.

“I’ve wanted to make love to you from the moment I found you again,” he murmured. His hands glided upward, and he pushed the robe from her shoulders, letting it fall to the floor. A slight smile played on his lips as he noticed the bra and panty set. “You know my kryptonite. I love this set on you. It reminds me of our wedding night.”

“We conceived Conner the last time I wore it,” she reminded him.

“You’re beautiful, Lizzy Bee,” he softly told her as he slowly stroked her back. The movement relaxed Lizzy and she leaned further into him. Her hand went to his chest. He slept in boxers and a t-shirt, and she felt the rippling muscles of his abdomen. Her hands itched to run along the edges.

She licked her lips as she tugged the shirt upward, causing Michael to chuckle. He removed his hands from her and pulled it over his head, which joined her robe on the floor. She stood mesmerized by his thick chest tapering down to his tight abs. Did he gain more muscles since the last time she saw him without a tee?

Her fingers traced along the chords of his neck and his bulging shoulders. Slightly tickling her sides, he allowed her to inspect him. He resembled pure perfection in her eyes. Her thumb skimmed over his nipple, and he grasped her sides slightly harder than before. He turned her around until her knees hit the bed. Michael picked her up and placed her in the middle.

He lay beside her and traced the outline of her face. Michael leaned in and captured her mouth. The kiss felt more demanding than when they’d made out on the couch before, and she made excuses for him to stop. His tongue melded with hers, making butterflies dance low in her belly. She closed her eyes and let a low moan escape as his hands began exploring her body. He smelled like patchouli from his soap. She inhaled his scent while he stoked the flames inside of her with his touch. He planted a kiss on her nose as he moved downward and kissed her chest. His fingers easily undid the clasp on her bra. He gently tugged it down her arms and threw it over his shoulder.

Lizzy’s breasts ached in anticipation of his skin brushing against hers. They felt heavy with need. Michael bypassed them and spread tiny kisses on her belly. Lizzy frowned. His teeth tugged on the hip of her panties, and he lowered them down to her ankles before pulling them the rest of the way off and tossing them. His eyes gleamed with desire as he took all of her in.

“Touch me, Michael. I want to feel you on my skin,” she begged.

“Before tonight ends, there won’t be a place on your body I haven’t touched with my lips or tongue. We aren’t rushing this moment. I’ve waited until you felt ready. I hope you understand I won’t let you go again,” he whispered.

“We agreed to take this one step at a time,” she reminded him. “We don’t know what tomorrow will bring, and I need you right now.”

Michael sighed and shook his head, “I’m your forever, Lizzy Bee, not your today or tomorrow. I’m your lifetime.”

He leisurely climbed over her body and settled over her. She frowned when she felt the fabric of his boxers. She didn’t miss the thick, stiff rod tenting from them and touching her stomach. Why did he insist on taking his time?

His lips lowered to her neck as he began to explore every inch of her. Her hands slid down the hard flesh of his back. Her fingers breached the edge of his boxers preparing to slide them off. His hand caught her wrists and brought it to his chest as he kissed her lips.

She let out a growl and her lip came out in a pretty pout. Michael laughed as he rose and flipped her over on her tummy. “I’ll say it again. I’m taking my time, Lizzy Bee.”

He kneaded the muscles of her shoulders turning her into a pile of goo. Her body relaxed as he massaged and kissed his way down her back. She let out a sigh as he caressed the swell of her butt cheeks and moved her legs further apart. The side of his pinky grazed the edges of her entrance, making her jump and shiver at the same time. Michael’s adept hands rubbed her inner thighs, and her hips lifted, craving the tiniest bit of attention. Desire swept through her, and she felt the moisture between her legs. The torture of his touch everywhere except where she wanted it frustrated her. Michael didn’t relent. He set his course and refused to divert from it.

When he turned her over, he kissed her ankle before setting it on his shoulder, and he caressed up her legs, causing her breath to hitch as he got close to her core. She watched him as he finished with one leg and set it down. She started to draw her leg in when he arched his brow in her direction and removed his hands. She immediately felt the loss of contact with him. She slid it back to where he put it and he began again, teasing and taunting her.

He placed her left leg wide when he finished, leaving her on display. His eyes turned darker as he stared at her center. His thumb drifted through the wet folds until it found the bundle of nerves. Her back arched as he began to make tiny circles. She mewled out her pleasure.

“Don’t come yet, Lizzy,” his voice deepened. She glanced down to see the tip of his penis above the waistband of his boxers. She rose on her elbows wanting to reach out and touch it. Her mouth watered as she thought about licking the pearl of liquid from the tip before lowering her mouth over his cock. She licked her lips. Michael followed her line of sight and an evil grin spread across his face. He lowered himself between her legs. His hands held her thighs in place. His tongue skimmed slowly between her lips. Her hands clenched the bedding as her eyes rolled back into her head.

“Don’t stop. Please don’t stop,” she pleaded. Her voice came out in little pants.

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