To Have and To Hold

Chapter 9

"No, we're fine."

For one second he wondered why the hell she was on birth control if they weren't together, then his lower head told him to stop wasting blood it needed to fuck her good.

Lisa also seemed to be tired of waiting. Her legs came around his hips and before she could get settled down, he guided himself into her hot flesh. A long moan escaped from deep inside his soul and Lisa also sighed against him. He surged upwards into her heat at the same time as she pushed down, taking all of him into her.

"Oh fuck, oh shit...I almost forgot what it feels like to have you in me like that." Her eyes had flown open.

"You ok?" The ability to form full sentences was well beyond his reach as he let her tight, slick muscles adjust to him.

"More than ok." She smiled at him and gave him a dirty little wink.

Michael was not sure she had ever looked more adorable.

"Great. 'Cause, baby, you better hold on. I can't hold still any longer."

"Don't hold back on my account."

Michael lifted her slightly, letting his member leave the sheath he so craved before he slammed her down into him, filling her to the hilt, enjoying her scream that was a perfect fit for his moan. He was transported into a universe where logical thought ceased to exist. His mouth greedily feasted on her neck before finding her lips again, his tongue imitating the stroking movements in the microcosms of her mouth that so perfectly mirrored the heat encasing his twitching penis. His movements became a dance, the rhythm he thought he would never hear again resurrected in his mind. Impossible tension filled him, blood cursing through him, his pulse loud and driving like a bass line in his ears.

Lisa's little sound became louder, the incomprehensible moans and cried interspersed with curse words. Looking at her, he noticed the flush spreading from her cheeks down her chest, indicating the impending eruption. He slowed his movements slightly, letting himself withdraw almost totally for several strokes, before entering her with vehemence each time, then pausing, letting her gyrate her hips on him, knowing full well he was caressing her clitoris with each impact. Michael let his mouth travel to her ear, sucking her ear lobe, kissing her ear, letting his ragged breaths caress her.

"You almost there?"

"Oh, God, yeah, almost, oh shit...fuck..."

He lowered his head and bit her nipple as he thrust up into her, his hips rotating against her, changing up his straight stabs into a circular, dragging movement. He felt her coming apart and held on, holding his breath, hoping to be able to withstand the pull of her grip, aiming to prologue the heavenly sensations filling his every cell, every nerve ending. Lisa let out a loud, long yell, followed by loud, sensual moans. He continued to pound into her, enjoying her rapture while keeping iron control on himself. As much as he wanted to reach up and touch the sky during this crazy rocket ride, he also wanted to enjoy the dance he never thought to dance again.

His movement pulled another orgasm from her, and he was barely aware when she bit his neck a little harder than he would have liked. The feeling of her body convulsing around him was wonderful and painful at the same time. He pulled her against him, holding her still, forcing his hips to be still against her to grant her a moment to recover.

"Mike, that was...fuck, you are still so hard inside. Guess we're not done yet, hm?"

"I'm never gonna be done with you, girl. I can't get enough, not ever."