Head Over Heels

by Mia Madison

  I yearned for the taste of him and my mouth hovered over his tip, eager to push my lips over the perfectly formed bell. I was too wound up to go more slowly so I quickly pushed him through my puckered lips then swirled my tongue around the head and teased his slit. His sharp breath was exhilarating and I took him a bit deeper.

  "Mmmm," I moaned so loud that I could feel the vibrations throughout his cock and he quickly buried his fingers in my hair. Like before, I could tell he wasn't going to be satisfied just sitting back and letting me run the show.

  I licked the sensitive underside of his cock until it twitched in my mouth. He pushed in deeper and then slid out while I clamped down and sucked hard. I was determined to make it hard on him to pull out. "Oh shit! Devon," he gasped, "I can't hold out much longer."

  His enthusiastic response shot straight through my core, and I eagerly tightened my lips and pressed them against his stiff rod once more. I allowed him to control how slowly he pushed in, making sure I gave every inch of him the attention he deserved, but I controlled him on the way out, working him slow and tight.

  Sweat covered his body and his breathing was labored when he finally pulled my head away. In a flash, he kneeled on the floor with me, and lips replaced cock as he devoured me.

  "I need to be inside you," he grunted and moved me on top of a make-shift table. Lower than the washing machine, I could immediately tell it was a better height for what was to come next.

  I leaned back as he lifted my legs in the air again, and I reached down to grab my ankles and hold my legs wide. Michael looked at me from under a hooded gaze and spread my knees even wider. "I want full access to you," he ordered, and I dropped my knees down.

  Without hesitation, he took himself in hand and pushed against my sex. He ran his cock through my slick folds, dragging it from my clit to my tight opening. He teased me by thrusting gently against my sensitive nub until I twitched, then dragged his cock back to taunt my opening. He felt so good and I couldn't wait to take him inside me. I took a deep breath and relaxed every muscle in my body.

  I was ready for him. I was as eager for him as he was for me. He was hard. I was wet. I didn't trust myself to speak properly, so I spread my legs a bit farther apart and wiggled myself against him.

  "Yes, Ma'am," he growled and positioned himself against my tight opening. His force was light at first and then more insistent as my opening began to give way to him. Then he was inside of me. Suddenly his thrust was hard, fast and deep and the impact ripped through me. I screamed into the empty house with a delicious mixture of pleasure and pain.

  He continued to sink deeper until his cock tapped against my womb. With my legs in the air, his hips pressed firmly against my ass like a tumbler locking me in place and my head began to spin. Michael moaned and grasped at my hips while I constricted my muscles around him and held him tight.

  Time seemed to stop as he stilled to enjoy the sensation of being buried inside of me and he leaned over to claim my lips once more. His lips rained kisses along my jawline and when he reached my ear he whispered, "I can't imagine my life without you."

  My heart soared at those words, and my muscles spasmed around him, pulled him inside of me and clamped down to extend the glorious phenomenon. "I feel the same," I whispered back and could feel his smile deepen against my neck.

  I closed my eyes as he slid out through my tightly clenched lips. The sensation of being drawn out from the inside ignited a flow of lava that heated me to my core.

  He paused with his thick head just inside my opening, pulling the skin taut as if unable to pull free. It was perfect, the pressure was so unbearably sweet that I let go of my ankles and placed my hands on either side of his face. His kiss was sweet and salty and I devoured him greedily.

  His tongue swirled around mine as he firmly and swiftly filled me again, stretching me with the size of his cock. Michael grunted when he bottomed out, his hips curving around my ass. He dug his fingers into me and rolled his hips against my ass to create a delicious friction that warmed me inside and out. I rode the euphoric wave as he filled me from the inside, his body circuit that thrummed through my center.

  He moaned with pleasure as I clamped down around his cock and every one of my nerve endings sang as he slowly pulled me apart.

  My slick holes offered no resistance as he drove into me again. His hips landed against my ass and the shock vibrated along my spine. His cock filled me, stretched me. Our groans filled the air, echoing around us, overpowering our senses. Faster now, he wrenched himself out again. I struggled to switch from relaxing my muscles to allow him entry and clenching my muscles to prevent him from leaving.

  Reaching my edge, he thrust back inside. Faster. Harder. With each thrust, he impaled me more quickly. My gasps became more rapid as our rhythm increased. I loved it. I loved every minute of it. Michael's sac smacked loudly against my ass with each thrust. My insides were tightening. It wouldn't be much longer.

  Michael reached down to run his fingers through my wet folds and his fingertips brushed over my throbbing clit. I didn't want this to end yet. I wanted to feel his release.

  "I'm close," he rasped out, "so close."

  My head reeled, trying to hold back, wanting to rush forward. I increased the pressure as he drove into me. I heard Michael's strangled cry. I shut my eyes tight.

  I was on the edge. Ready to soar. Michael reached down and circled my swollen nub. One touch. That's all it took. My body seized.

  He swallowed the scream that ripped from my lungs as I came. My juices covered his cock and he drove into me once more. In and out. Then deep. Tight. His roar echoed around us as he released inside of me, filling me with his seed.

  I gripped him tighter, my muscles spasming around him, milking him. Lost in the swirling fire, Michael held me steady. His lips murmured encouraging words that washed over me. Easing me down. Soothing me.

  It was bliss, it was heaven, but I was also suddenly scared of what it all meant.

  Michael folded me in his arms and kissed me tenderly but I think we both knew this changed things in a way that it wouldn't have a month ago. Were we ready for that?

  12

  It had been a crazy couple of months with Michael and Elizabeth and I loved every second of it. His daughter and I had grown close, and Michael and I even closer. Over that time he and I christened every single room in our lovingly refurbished house and almost every room in his house.

  But today that ended and I really wasn't sure what was going to happen next.

  I was so caught up with my Internship at the Architectural firm, finishing up the house, making sure Elizabeth was taken care of and Michael was well satiated that I lost track of what was waiting for me at the end of this journey. After settling into this perfect rhythm, we never talked about what came next.

  Then the house was done and I was in limbo.

  "Ok, if we can have the entire crew on the front porch for a group shot." The photographer called out to the group of us gathered for the grand opening of our Victorian house.

  Not that it was really an opening, but Michael thought it would be a good idea to get everyone together to see what we had been working on. There were a lot more people roaming about than I expected, and in some ways, it almost felt like my goodbye party.

  "Come on," Elizabeth grabbed my hand and pulled me towards the porch, "we get to be front and center today."

  Michael gave her a stern look and Elizabeth feigned innocence, "What," she asked, "that's what you said… we're going to-"

  "We're going to get a lot of good pictures today," he interrupted and grabbed my other hand.

  We all gathered around the porch and down the steps for the group shot, and as I looked around, I saw just how many people helped make my dream a reality. The photographer snapped a huge number of pictures of the group and when he was done we all rubbed our eyes.

  "Why does he need to use his flash," Andrew complained, "it's daytime."

  I was so caught up in the people
milling about that I missed Michael step away.

  "Hey, Devon," Mimi saddled up to me and gave me a big hug, "what a great day!" We all started moving away from the house to make room for the next set of pictures and I saw Jeremy Rainier at the edge of the crowd looking at us intently. "This house is fabulous - you did an amazing job," she gushed.

  "What's he doing here," I whispered to Mimi.

  "I'm sure Michael invited him," she shrugged, "probably to show him what a great job you did and that you should be made a partner." We both laughed over the chances of any intern rising to the ranks of partner.

  Nana Jill gave her a nod and Mini jumped as if on cue, "Oh, more pictures."

  We made our way through the crowd and when we got to the porch a huge For Sale sign was planted in the finely manicured lawn.

  "What the-" I mouthed more than whispered. Confused, I looked up at Mimi and then around for Michael. With so many people around I didn't want to make a scene, but this wasn't the plan.

  The plan was to use the house to market our skills and drum up business. It was the only thing I had going for me when the project was over. The one certainty in my life was rapidly disappearing right in front of my eyes.

  A second later Michael and Elizabeth appeared with a sharply dressed woman holding a picture frame and a key - our key - to our house.

  "Ok now," she said briskly and smiled up at Michael, "let's gather round for the big moment."

  Jealousy joined my anger and I looked over at Mimi. Her eyes went wide and she imitated a huge fake grin and cocked her head toward the crowd. She all but screamed, "Just go with it," with her actions.

  The corners of my mouth lifted into something resembling a smile and I walked over in front of the sign to join the others. Micheal had picked up Elizabeth in one arm and motioned for me to join him in the crook of his other.

  Crook, somehow that seemed like the appropriate word right now. He was stealing my future right out from under my nose. I moved in close to him and - against my will - savored what was probably the last contact I would ever have with him.

  I looked over at the crowd of people watching us and tried my best to smile. The real estate agent handed a photograph of the house to Elizabeth and we all smiled for a few snaps.

  "Now the big one," she smiled brightly at me but then handed the key to Michael. With one arm full with his daughter and the other wrapped around my waist, he jostled for a moment before letting go of me.

  "Telling," I thought and smiled through the pain.

  Michael reached out for the key and we all smiled into the camera for a few more pictures.

  When those were done, the real estate agent stepped back and out of the frame just in time for Michael to drop to one knee in front of me. Flashbulbs went off while I stared down at him and saw his daughter climb up and sit on his knee.

  That was unexpected.

  "I was talking with my daddy," she looked up at me with hopeful eyes, "and we agreed that we've both loved you since the first time we ever met you."

  "Yeah," she turned to the crowd that was oohing and aahing over her cuteness, "that's a long time."

  I laughed and looked at Michael and saw he was watching me intently. When our eyes met, his face transformed into my favorite lopsided grin.

  "Well," Elizabeth went on commanding the attention of the crowd as only a mini drama queen could, "we just couldn't even imagine living here without her-"

  I gasped when it hit me - what was really happening. My eyes flew to Michael and I saw him pull out a small velvet box. The ring sparkled as brightly as his eyes, and my breath caught in my chest.

  This was really happening.

  "So, Devon," Elizabeth looked up at me with a mix of hopeful confidence, "will you marry us?"

  Epilogue

  ~ 1 Year Later ~

  ~ RING ~ RING ~

  "Saunders and Saunders Design and Construction," I automatically responded.

  "Not if you don't make it to the wedding."

  I looked at the clock and gasped, "I've been working on the Anderson layout," I started to explain, "Where did the time go?"

  "Well," he drawled, "I know a certain someone that's been waiting very patiently the entire time."

  "Patiently?" That would be a first, Elizabeth was never known for her patience. I picked up the phone and went to open the office door.

  "Mommy!!" Elizabeth was jumping up in down in front of the door, "You're home!!" She had a book in her hand and there was a fluffy step stool within view.

  "I guess you were being patient."

  I heard Michael chuckle on the other end of the line, "told ya."

  I saw Mimi, my Maid of Honor, standing in the kitchen directing pre-wedding traffic and gave a quick wave.

  "You need to get ready," she called out and pointed to the clock, "the hairdresser will be here soon."

  "I'm just going to take a shower," I called out to her and I swear, I heard Michael hum.

  I bent down and kissed the tip of Elizabeth's head. "Just a little bit longer and I'm all yours."

  She looked up at me and beamed just as Michael murmured in agreement.

  I laughed and clicked off the phone before I bounded up the stairs.

  Two seconds into my shower and I heard the door open. It could have been Elizabeth not wanting to be away from me, but I chuckled because I know it wasn't. I tipped my head back under the spray and waited. I would have said the sensation was pure bliss, but that was coming soon.

  I heard the soft rustle of cotton as it slid against heated skin and recognized the dull thud as it dropped to the floor. A moment later the shower door opened and the stall got much more crowded. I could feel him standing behind me, watching the water cascade over my body.

  "We aren't supposed to see each other before the wedding," I whispered and felt Michael's strong arms wrap around me.

  His head dipped down to nuzzle my neck before commanding, "then keep your eyes closed."

  "Look who's getting cranky in his old age," I teased him but obliged. I wanted his touch more than a silly superstition, but why tempt fate when there was a workaround?

  "Not too old that I couldn't knock you up," he countered and slid his hands over my stomach. It was still flat, but if we had waited any longer my wedding dress would have needed an adjustable waist.

  I sighed as one of his hands slipped down to run his fingers through my folds while the other reached up to gently cup my sensitive breast.

  "I thought we were running late," I asked him and reached back to capture his cock in my hand.

  He grunted and slid his fingers through my folds, "you were, but I think you've since made up some of that time."

  "Well, then, if we've got some time," I ran my hands along his wet length and when I reached the tip drew circles along the sensitive ridge.

  He sucked in a deep breath and thrust his fingers gently against my bundle of nerves. I cried out with pleasure and felt his hand clamp over my mouth, "Shhhh," he cautioned, “the walls have ears.”

  I laughed my best silent laugh, the whispered, "I need you right now."

  With practiced ease, he bent me over and positioned my hips for optimum thrusting. My legs were spread comfortably wide and I placed my hands against the wall for support. It was exhilarating - every single time with Michael seemed better than the last.

  The water was running over my ass when Michael started to drag the tip of his cock through my slick folds. I don't know if it was the hormones or the wedding, but I couldn't get enough of his magnificent cock. In a move that he was now familiar with, I spread my legs wider and wiggled my pussy against him.

  He chuckled as soon as he recognized my tell, and a moment later eased into me - slowly, but steady and hard. When he bottomed out, he carefully pulled out before sliding his girth back in again.

  I drew a shaky breath at the invasion, but it wasn't enough, I needed more and began to match his thrusts to heighten the impact. Deeper and harder we connected and he soon began p
ounding me with a renewed force. I gripped him tighter, savoring the sting of each thrust.

  As he pounded faster and harder, the water slapped against our skin and sprayed droplets over everything. In and out he rode me, our breathing shallow with excitement.

  He was so close. I was so close.

  Michael reached around and brushed his fingertips over my throbbing clit. That's all it took.

  The world exploded into a blissful wave and I cried out into my fist to muffle the sound. The wave was carrying me onward when Michael's body tightened up and he ground his hips into me. I reached back and grasped his hand as a shudder ripped through his body. He cried out as he emptied himself inside of me and then he went slack. After a moment, he wrapped one hand around my waist to steady me then pressed the other against the shower wall to steady us both.

  He kissed the back of my neck while I continued to milk him - refusing to let go until I drained him of every last drop.

  We stayed like that for a moment, cradled in his arms and lost in blissful exhaustion until the world found us again.

  "Mommy," Elizabeth yelled from the other side of the door, "Are you gonna be in there all day?"

  Michael and I stifled a laugh and held onto each other a little tighter. A few tiny raps on the door was all it took for the damn to burst and our laughter flowed freely.

  "Hey," she yelled out, "What are you guys doing in there?"

  I heard Mimi call her away, and as her tiny feet stomped down the hallway I craned my neck around and Michael dropped a kiss on my lips.

  This was our life from now on, and we wouldn't have it any other way.

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