To Have and To Hold

Chapter 41

Later that night, Michael sat at his desk, staring into the darkness. After making love to Lisa again, still sheathed inside her liquid heat, he had initially drifted off. He had not quite crossed that boundary into the deep, oblivious sleep he only knew when with her, when shreds of images, thoughts, and words rudely intruded. They drifted through his mind like soft snowflakes at first, before they increased in number as well as in velocity, and before long, the avalanche ripped him from his secure resting place.

It was almost as if his mind was going in reverse, starting with the comfort of hearing and feeling Lisa next to him. His body was worn out from yet another sex marathon, and he thought he probably should pull out and clean himself off before going to sleep. Then again...he was sure his body would eventually take care of the problem. Lazily, he managed to open his eyes one more time. He called out her name softly, but noticed she was out like a light. After her last violent orgasm, triggered by his almost painful ejaculation, she had sank onto him, kissing his chest and neck, while he stroked her hair and back , whispering how much he loved her. They kissed several times, then Lisa's breathing changed and he was pretty sure she had fallen asleep snuggled on him like a little cat.

Glancing down, he again thought how she looked so young and innocent. Nothing like the temptress that had pulled off her dress in one smooth motion before he had all the way closed the door of his suite. They had stopped off in her room first, checking on Ben and Riley, who were fast asleep. Michael kissed both children, smiling when he noticed each one was clutching a toy he had bought for them today. He and Lisa stood in silence for a moment, listening to the little snoring noises of her babies. She squeezed his hand and he returned the gesture. This was so reminiscent of the past, with them putting the kids to sleep, standing there for a moment, watching them, then talking about the future which they imagined to be full of laughter and children of their own. How simple and magical it had all seemed. Now...well...now, life was still magical at times- but it was anything but simple.

Getting back to his suite, Lisa surprised him by just about ripping her dress off her, leaving her in the black stockings, garters, and heels. And him with an instant mega hard on. She stood there, her blue eyes reaching out and grabbing his attention from beneath those hooded eyes. That perpetual pout was on her sensual lips...lips made by the creator just for him. Her hand came to rest on her hip as she thrust her perfect breasts out at him. He would never again understand the fascination some men had with big chests. There was nothing more tantalizing than the soft swell of her little gems, especially with their rigid nipples crying out to be teased and sucked. His eyes roamed over her and he admired the firm planes of her abs and the soft rounding of her hips accentuated by the silk of the garter belt. Michael swallowed. When he leaned back against the door, his outward nonchalance was a total mismatch to the inner firestorm.

"My, my...are we impatient or what?"

"I'm tired of playing 'round Mike- I'm ready for you putting out, dude."

Michael giggled. It was kinda fun when Lisa was the aggressor.

"And here I thought you'd be tired and need a bit of rest."

"I'll rest after you fuck me. Hard."

Slowly, never taking his eyes off her, he removed his jacket. When he paused, Lisa raised an eyebrow. She made him laugh again.

"You're one pushy little woman, you know that?"

"And you're one teasing little man."