Ocean love

Chapter seven

I felt safe, and secure. Something I haven't felt since that night five years ago. My naked body was wrapped up in Michael's naked body. I could feel his morning wood in between my butt cheeks, and it made me want him again.

I turned my body around and looked at his sleeping face. I wish I could wake up like this every morning. I wish I could feel this safe and secure all the time.

"I can feel you looking at me babe." Michael said with a smirk on his face.

I blushed. "I was looking at you because I was trying to figure out why you were so ugly."

I laughed as Michael flipped me over so that I was under him. His cock was rest right on my pussy and I couldn't help but moan. "Do you want this cock again, because I sure want that pussy?"

Michael moved his hand down to my pussy and started to rub my clit. "Uhh...yea right there."

Michael looked in my eyes. "I want to make you feel amazing." He then started trailing kisses down my neck, to my stomach, then to my pussy.

I couldn't help moan as his tongue rubbed up against my clit. I moved my hips, "Uhh...right there...I'm about to come." I said I as I came all over his tounge.

I shuddered as Michael traced kisses from my pussy to my mouth.

I moaned as I tasted myself on his lips. "Mmm...you taste so good baby." Michael said as he pulled back and looked me in the eyes.

I smiled at him. He smiled back and laid beside me. He started to rub his hand on my thigh after I turned on my side. I stiffened as he touch my scar.

Michael frowned and leaned over me and gasped as he saw the scar. "What happened? That wasn't there years ago."

Tears threatened to spill over as Michael jumped up and started pacing the room.

"It's nothing important." I flinched when Michael turned on me and glared.

"Nothing? There is a huge scar on your leg that looks like you have been cut open?" Michael said. "What happened?"

"I...I can't tell you." I told him.

"Why not? I mean we just slept together, and I told you that I loved you for crying out loud. Why don't you trust me?" Michael said as he glared.

"I only just started trusting you again and it's not time for me to tell you. I will eventually, but I'm not ready to yet." I said as tears streamed down my face.

"You know what, I think I need some air." Michael said as he angrily grabbed his pants and walked out of the room.

I sobbed as I grabbed my clothes and ran to my room locking the door. Michael looked so angry, and it seemed like he was almost disgusted at me. Was he second guessing his decision of loving me, or was he playing me again.

I through down my clothes and jumped into my bed pulling the covers up as I sobbed into the blankets. I knew that this was too good to be true.

Michaels POV

I felt dread as I saw the scar on Maryanne's thigh. It looked like someone stabbed her. I knew she didn't fully trust me to me to tell me what happened, and it made me angry at myself.

I threw away the one precious thing in my life when I was a kid, for money, and it was the worst mistake that I have ever made in my life.

I was disgusted with myself, and I knew that I didn't deserve her. I didn't deserve her love, and I had to get away before I made her life any worse.

I knew that moment that she told me that she couldn't tell me that I wasn't worth her attention, and that I needed to take a step back. I couldn't hurt her again; I couldn't deal with myself if I did.

After leaving the room I decided to go to Trace's room to talk to him. I needed to hear what he had to say about the situation.

I walked down the hall ignoring everyone who tried to talk to me. I knocked on Trace's door, and pushed passed him when he answered, and sat down on his bed, and put my head in my hands.

"Dude, what's wrong with you?" Trace asked as he sat down on the floor in front of me.

"Dude, I fucked up. Signing that contract in college really fucked my life up. I love Mary, and I don't want to hurt her again. I saw a cut wound on her thigh, and I don't know if someone hurt her, or if she done it herself. She doesn't want to tell me and I feel like either way it's my fault."

I said.

"Dude, you have been beating yourself up for the past few years. Since she is in your life why don't you try to work at your relationship." Trace said.

I stood up and went to the front door. "I don't think I can be around her. I don't want to hurt her. So I think it would be best if I pulled away. Her life would be so much better without me fucking it up."

Trace grabbed my shoulder and pulled me back in the room before I could leave. "What the hell is wrong with you man? You don't want to hurt her, but you want to pull back from her. Dude, I know for a fact that yall probably just slept toghether again, and this is what you are going to do? You need to love her, make her see that you want her, and not just to have sex with her then move on. I swear if you do this then this will hurt her just as much, if not more, than what you did five years ago."

I stepped back, and looked him in the eyes. "I have to leave her be. She deserves someone a whole lot better than I am."

I walked out of the door, and slid my back against the closed door. I had to let her go.