Michael's Story

Chapter 20

What if everything was only a dream? What if everything here was a lie? What if she finally became so immersed in her daydream that she could not tell the difference between it and reality? Junie had to be dreaming.

Time passed as Junie kept thinking about the kiss she and Michael had shared. With each recap, her smile grew more profound. The giddy anticipation thrust her into a feeling she had only imagined. But, unfortunately, "satisfaction" wasn't sufficient to describe her state of being.

After turning off the water, Junie walked to the bathroom sink. She looked at herself in the mirror after clearing away the mist that covered her reflection. It was difficult for her to suppress her enthusiasm, but after a few beats, she managed to do so.

Junie returned to Michael in the living room after changing and calming down. Michael sat with one arm slung over the sofa's back and the remote firmly grasped in the other hand. Making eye contact with Michael was more relaxed than Junie predicted. The fact that their eyes were fixed on each other when Junie walked over to the couch gave the impression that they were communicating.

Junie discovered that she and Michael shared the same desires at that instant. She realized she could no longer control herself. She needed Michael more than anyone.

She sat next to him slowly, maintaining eye contact with him. Michael's typically stern expression softened. She carefully removed the remote control from his grasp and set it beside him while keeping her eyes fixed. They were both on the same page and sustained a steady gaze on the other.

The sexual tension was significantly increased by their hungry stare. Junie traced her fingers down Michael's broad torso. Michael's hand once more settled on her thigh. As he rubbed the area of her thigh closest to her bottom, Michael started to exert more control and drew closer.

Michael's body pulled Junie's like a magnet. Once more, his comforting arms encircled her and persuaded her to accept him. Michael's lips lightly touched Junie's plump lower lip. He bit her lip as a tease, which caused her to shudder slightly.

"What do you wanna do?" Michael kept his mouth close to hers.

"I'll do anything you want me to," Junie whispered seductively.

Michael was incapable of resisting Junie's invitation due to the manner she presented it. She was taken into Michael's arms and placed flat on her back after that. Michael was prevented from diving in between Junie's legs by her bottoms, which Junie gave him permission to remove with a modest nod. Then, as if she were being raised to the heavens, she arched her back.

Michael slid down the underwear with the tips of his fingers, tossing them to the side once they were completely off. Using his hands to guide her legs apart, he stared hungrily at the prettiest, ripest fruit he'd ever laid eyes on. He leveled with her middle, watching intently as her chest heaved up and down from the suspense.

Michael started with a lick on her warm thigh and followed up with a kiss. To the best of her abilities, Junie tried to conceal her moans. Each gasp was lassoed back like a wild bull attempting to be tamed. But as Michael planted a French kiss on her clit, the bull broke loose. Her lips parted in the most passionate, ethereal moan as if she were sending Michael an urgent message.

"Turn around." He commanded as he lifted his head.

Guided by Michael, Junie flipped onto her stomach by crossing one leg over the other. Then, Junie arched her back and stuck her butt into the air. Michael's lips explored new territory on her bottom, starting from her cheeks and working their way back down to their original meeting place.

Junie's moans intensified with each twirl of his tongue and suck on her spot. She was being held in place by Michael's hands, and whenever she attempted to get away, he pulled her in closer. Junie had never experienced anything like this before; it was pure bliss. It was a raw, natural, wild pleasure.

This was like freedom. For Junie, freedom meant the coming of a boundless potential for pleasure. As soon as Michael backed off, Junie took over. She sprang onto him and embraced him longingly. As they continued to kiss, her shirt quickly rose. Michael yanked off the shirt and buried his face in her full breasts. Then, keeping her balance, Junie reached beneath her to help him inside.

Michael felt safe and secure inside Junie's walls. Experiencing what he was while staring into Junie's loving face was strange and a little bit unsettling. Michael drew her near so he could look into her eyes. The pace Junie maintained on him was steady and slow.

It felt like they were learning a secret language, facing something so foreign and confusing. Still, it felt powerful, and they knew they would eventually get the hang of it. They had a clear sense of intimacy and happiness. This went beyond sexual encounters and represented true connectedness between two people.

The saying is that all good things must end, but it seemed to them that this would go on forever. Michael became captivated by the moment's ease and committed his complete devotion to Junie. He had reclaimed the lead but chose to stay at the same pace as Junie rather than deliver his usual firm, rough strokes. Instead, he leaned down to Junie and began kissing her again, slowly thrusting in and out of her.

Junie wrapped her arms and legs around Michael, relishing the moment. She could feel the tension rising, an orgasmic release just around the corner. As Junie sank her nails deeper into Michael's back, she could feel a flutter of pleasure through her breathing. Michael continued his strokes, urging Junie to hang on for a little longer in his whispers.

The last few strokes from Michael induced the most relieving orgasm in her. Then, moments after Junie had an orgasm, Michael had one, too. Michael felt the reality of the situation strike him like a ton of bricks just as he stood up. Since being vulnerable meant being weak, he was now in a weak position. Michael hurriedly put his briefs back on.

The vibe in the room shifted abruptly, and Michael seemed to have a sudden change of heart. Junie sat up and tucked her knees against her bare chest. She watched as Michael left the living room. She put her head on her knees and groaned, confused about what had gone wrong.

Michael started a hot shower. He walked to the mirror and stared at himself, his face stained by the traces of remorse he felt. He'd just made his first passionate love with the person he was most drawn to, but instead of happiness, he felt horrible. Like with his brother, matters of the heart would complicate everything.

Antonio was capable of finding a solution to his predicament. However, how would Michael deal with his own problem? Michael could not follow in his brother's footsteps. No one else knew the ropes of the family business as well as he did. This was his life and duty, drama and paranoia.

If his life wasn't so risky, he might have welcomed Junie with open arms. He just wasn't ready to start a relationship at this time. Michael felt guilty that he had become involved with Junie.