by Ann Lister
“They’re both still sleeping,” she announced, returning to the kitchen. Michael stood by the kitchen sink gazing out the window with his back to her, naked to the waist. Annie raised a hand to stifle the gasp that threatened to escape her mouth at the sight of him. His hair, long and wild, hung past his shoulders and almost seemed to draw the eye down the length of his muscled back. His skin was darkly tanned and smooth with a small outcropping of fuzz at the base of his spine that peeked from above the waistband of his faded jeans. Annie’s eyes lingered there, as she remembered the soft texture of it brushing against her cheeks and lips.
At the sound of her voice, he turned around. “You know, I don’t think I ever told you how much I like what you’ve done to the house,” he commented. “The extra room you had built makes the house look so much…”
Something about her expression made him stop in mid-sentence. “Is something wrong?” he asked.
Annie nervously shook her head.
“Are you sure? Your face is all flushed.”
She tipped her head and smiled at him. “It’s been a while since I’ve seen you undressed like that,” she finally said.
He laughed and took two steps closer. “Actually, it’s only been about two weeks, Annie. Remember? You came home with Jay and found me sleeping on the couch with Angel on my chest.” His arms reached for her and slid around her waist. “And, if I remember correctly, you had the same expression on your face then, as you do right now.”
She playfully slapped his bare chest. “Don’t be so full of yourself. Now, sit down and let me take a look at your arm.”
Looking like the cat that swallowed the canary, he sat with his back facing her. With nervous fingers, she pushed his hair to one side, exposing the back of his neck. Her eyes immediately settled onto the skin there. Then, without thinking, her mouth shamelessly descended upon it. The tip of her tongue tasted first, then her whole mouth, as she savored every inch of flesh, progressing from the curve of his neck to the soft spot behind his ear. She was lost in her own world and thoughts until she heard him groan his appreciation.
“That feels really good,” he sighed.
Hearing the soft purr of his voice made her freeze. “I’m sorry, I was supposed to be looking at your arm, wasn’t I?”
He reached behind and took her by the hand, gently tugging. Then he straddled her legs across his lap. His hands pressed against the small of her back, tipping her hips forward against the growing hardness in his groin. “Annie, don’t ever be sorry for touching me. I love it when you do.”
The pit of her stomach fell. A heavy pulse began to beat in the heat between her thighs. “Michael,” she gasped, squirming against his lap. “Hearing you say things like that drives me crazy.”
He smiled with smugness. “I’m glad.”
Her fingers touched his shoulder. “Want me to take a look now?”
“My shoulder feels fine but I have another ache that you might want to take a look at,” he smiled, pressing her harder against the zipper of his pants, and kissing her mouth eagerly.
“Maybe I should get an ice pack for that,” she replied with a smile. Then she slipped her hand between their bodies and squeezed him affectionately. “It might help the swelling you have.”
He tipped his head back and laughed. “Actually, I was thinking we should apply heat to it instead. Do you have anything hot enough that might relieve my ache?”
When he emphasized the word, ‘hot’, every nerve ending in her body broke into a sweat. When he took her mouth with his, he possessed it, skillfully using his tongue to devour her. It was as if he were taking something back that he had lost long ago, and it left her lightheaded and breathless. He pushed a hand between them and cupped her sex in his palm.
“Michael,” she sighed, elongating his name to the point where it sounded almost lyrical in tone. “Let’s go to bed.”
“Are you sure?”
“My God, yes. I can’t take much more of this.”
She got off his lap and took him to her room, instantly melting into his embrace. Her lips and tongue kissed wet patterns across his smooth bare chest, lingering on the dark chocolate circles of his nipples. Each sensitive spot responded quickly to her touch and rose to tiny beaded peaks to meet the warmth of her lips.
“I love the glazed expression that reflects on your face when you touch me, Annie” he whispered against her ear. “It’s a sweet mixture of innocent exploration and carnal knowledge of a place you’ve visited on many occasions before.”
“And I love the way your body reacts,” she replied, using her thumbs to rub circles over his aroused nipples.
“Can I take off your sweatshirt?” he asked.
She nodded and lifted her arms. Casually, he dropped it onto the chair beside the bed. Then his eyes fixed themselves onto her breasts, firmly encased behind the fabric of a lacy bra. He pushed his face into the deep cleavage of her chest and inhaled the purity of her scent.
“God, your breasts are so full and beautiful. I could die quite happily resting right here.”
He took each breast between his lips, kissed them through the lace, and sucked until the fabric was saturated. When he finally removed her bra, he started the same manipulations all over again on her bare skin. Annie was delirious with lust and fumbled with the button and zipper of his jeans. Gently, he pulled away.
“Not so fast, babe. You first,” he said, dropping to his knees and kissing his way down the length of her stomach. His mouth was liquid fire on her skin, setting off tiny explosions with the connection each of his kisses made on her flesh.
He removed her jeans first but kept her panties in place, then ground his mouth against her aching sex through the satin fabric.
“Michael, if I don’t lay down soon, I’m going to fall over,” she panted.
He stood and gazed down at her, his eyes heavy with passion. One hand remained between her thighs. He toyed with the mounting wetness there; wanting more than anything to be inside her.
Annie freed his hips from the restraints of his pants, which fell to to his ankles in a heap and he stepped out of them. Then she removed her own panties. Like two magnets, their bodies crashed against one another. The friction of their skin alone was almost enough to push them each to orgasm.
She slipped beneath the fresh bed linens and he quickly rolled against her side. He studied her face, using his fingers to push the loose strands of hair that covered her brow. Love poured from his eyes.
“I can’t believe how nervous I am right now,” he whispered.
“Why?”
“Because it’s been so long since I’ve touched you, and I want this to be perfect.”
“If it makes you feel any better, I’m nervous too. But our bodies never had any trouble speaking to each other before. It was always…so good.”
He smiled and reached for her. She fit against him ever so perfectly, as if she were molded with his physical specifications in mind. “I love you so much, Annie, and I don’t believe I’ve ever wanted you as badly as I do right now.”
His tongue found hers and she pulled him on top of her. His hips fell neatly into the cradle between her thighs. The tip of his maleness pulsed against her soft, wet center.
“God, I love you,” she exhaled.
He froze when he heard what she said and stared down at her. “You finally said it.” Emotion made his eyes glisten.
“I’m sorry I made you wait so long to hear it,” she answered, easing him into position. “But I had to be sure of it before I said it out of convenience.”
“It’s okay, babe. It was worth the wait.”
Gently, he sunk himself into her, languidly experiencing the searing sensation against his flesh as her body stretched to accept him. “Annie?”
“Yes?”
“I’ve got to warn you, I won’t last long. This feels too good to be true.”
She smiled against his mouth.. “We’ve got all night, and I don’t remember you ever needing recovery ti
me,” she giggled.
When dawn seeped in through the cracks of the window blinds, Annie and Michael were still awake and entwined beneath the sheets.
“Michael, where do we go from here? What does this all mean? We’ve already been married and divorced. What else is there?”
“Well, I don’t believe we can start over because that would be like saying everything we’ve been through didn’t really happen, and we both know it did. What I’d like to do is take what we once had and build on it, make it even stronger. And we can do that because we still love each other. That has to count for something, right?”
“Yes.”
“Lets take it one day at a time. Our foundation remains rock solid, Annie. Fate will take care of the rest of it because we belong together.”
“You make it sound so easy and simple.”
He tipped his head back and laughed. “Annie, I told you years ago, nothing good is ever easy or simple.”
She giggled against his chest.
“What’s so funny?” he asked.
“When I said good-bye to Taylor back in May, she predicted I was going to stumble upon my true soul mate this summer. Wait till she hears who I found.”
“We are soul mates. I knew that the day I met you.”
“You really think so?” she asked with innocence.
“Perfect sheet music,” he said, rolling on top of her again.
“I love you,” she sighed, as their bodies joined to become one.
Table of Contents
Sheet_Music_-_a_Rock_n_Roll_Love_Story
DEDICATION
CHAPTER ONE
CHAPTER TWO
CHAPTER THREE
CHAPTER FOUR
CHAPTER FIVE
CHAPTER SIX
CHAPTER SEVEN
CHAPTER EIGHT
CHAPTER NINE
CHAPTER TEN
CHAPTER ELEVEN
CHAPTER TWELVE
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
CHAPTER NINETEEN
CHAPTER TWENTY
CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX
CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT
CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE
CHAPTER THIRTY
CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE
CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO
CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE
