by Lisa Shelby
The door flew open and there he stood. The man of my dreams. The man that in that very moment I knew that I loved. I’ve always known but today, standing in his doorway, it was solidified. My heart broke for him. He looked tired and lost. He’s been through something, although I don’t know what, and my heart was breaking for him. When his door opened, I was filled with so much relief to see his gorgeous face staring back at me that I felt like I could breathe again…for the first time in months. He looked tired, but he was alive and breathing. I knew right then that the best decision that I had ever made, I made today. Today, when I finally listened to my heart and not my mind. When he put his arms around me I couldn’t help but melt into him.
Enough shutting him out. I’m not sure why I thought I had to shut him out to work on myself. I’m better when I’m with him.
Now, I lie here knowing that I was finally able to rescue my superhero. Maybe not to the extreme that he keeps rescuing me but I know I helped him. That terrified look that was on his face earlier is gone. Seeing the smile that I put on that same face after telling him that I haven’t been able to sleep without him…that was everything. Just when I think I’ve saved him, he saves me again. My heart soars. I feel strong. Making this man happy makes me feel like I can do anything. This is a high I hope I never get used to.
With these blissful thoughts, I close my eyes and drift off into a peaceful slumber.
I feel soft, warm lips on my shoulder. I can smell him all around me. It feels like a dream. We’re spooning and I can feel every inch of him pressing against me. I’m afraid to open my eyes. If this is a dream, I don’t want it to end. I feel him move my hair off of my neck and his lips are now on his favorite spot.
“Morning, Sweet Thing. Well, good afternoon.”
“Morning, baby,” I say as I snuggle deeper into him.
“Hmmm,” he moans in my ear. “Say it again.”
“Say what again, Mick?”
“Call me baby again, baby.”
I giggle but of course I do as he asks. “Morning, baby.”
“God, I love the sound of that.”
I turn in his arms so that I can see his handsome face. “Morning, baby. How you feeling?”
“I’m better. Thanks to you.” He smiles that smile of his and the butterflies are back. The difference is this time…this time there is no little voice in the back of my head telling me to ignore them. This time I embrace every single one of those flutters. Right here, in this moment, I have never been happier.
“I’m glad I could help.” I softly leave a trail down his chest and to his abdomen.
“Whatcha doin’, Alex?”
“Just thought I would wake you up with a proper good morning, baby.”
Just as my hand reaches his golden happy trail he grabs my hand and brings my progress to a halt. “Is that so?” He rolls me on to my back and it’s evident that he’s just as ready to welcome the new day as I am. “Well, if that’s what you want, that’s what you’ll get, Sweet Thing.”
He settles on top of me, as if we were made for each other, and he slides inside me with no effort at all. Looking down at me he says, “You feel so good.” He takes one of my breasts into his mouth and as he releases it he gives it a gentle tug with his teeth.
“Yes, Mick!” I gasp and my back arches instinctively.
He flattens his tongue over my nipple to take some of the pain away while keeping up his slow and steady pace. “What I wouldn’t give to wake up like this every day.”
He lifts up so that his torso is no longer touching me. He looks at me as though I am his most cherished possession and then his gaze drifts down my body and to where our bodies are joined. Watching him watch us turns me on even more and I’m already close. He looks back up at me and with all sincerity he says, “I’m never letting you go, Alex.” As if to show how serious he is, his pace quickens and his hips thrusts harder. He’s covered in a sheen of sweat and in time with his thrusts he growls. “Never. Letting. You. Go!”
His words. His touch. His all-consuming heart. The combination of it all has me bursting with emotions. As he claims me, I can’t help but come with him as we both shout each other’s names in passion and ecstasy. Behind my closed eyes all I see is a galaxy of stars.
“Was that proper enough for you or did you have something else in mind?” he purrs, bringing me back to earth.
“I think it’ll do,” I quip, teasingly.
“Well, I guess I’ll have to work on my skills if that’s all it did for you.”
I roll us over so that I’m on top of him. “Honey, you don’t need to work on your skills but I’ll let you practice on me all you want.” I hop off of him and head to his master bath. “Be right back.” On my way, I bend down and pick up the t-shirt that I took off of him earlier this morning and give him a little wink over my shoulder.
I clean up but realize I don’t have a toothbrush. I see his sitting in its little holder and figure, what the hell. I brush my teeth and look at my reflection in the mirror. I don’t have any makeup on and my hair is a hot mess, but I’m glowing. I look happy.
I am happy.
When I head back to the bedroom, it’s empty. I steal a pair of his boxers from his top dresser drawer and slip them on. I don’t think he’ll mind and I love wearing his clothes. I lazily saunter down the stairs and float to the kitchen. The perma-grin that lights up my face is instant.
Busily bustling about the kitchen, he doesn’t see me sitting at the table watching and listening to him. He’s just finished starting the coffee and is getting out all the fixings for cereal. Under his breath I can hear him singing but I have no idea what the song is. I can hear the occasional, baby, in what I think are made up lyrics but that’s really it. I think this may be the cutest thing I have ever seen. He bounces his way to the refrigerator as he bends over to grab the milk he shakes his ass and then when he shuts the door he does a little spin, a ‘la Jason Derulo. I’m smiling ear to ear when he stops mid-spin. He’s spotted me and his already there smile gets even bigger as he struts his way over to my perch at the table.
He gives me another little spin and then with the happiest face I have ever seen he coos. “You like my moves, baby?” He plants a big sloppy kiss on my face, takes a step back and does his best to twerk for me.
His dance moves throw me into a wave of hysterics, and I’m laughing so hard there are tears streaming down my face. I can barely get enough air to reply. “Love your moves, baby.” He turns around and shakes his moneymaker in my face again. In just his gym shorts and nothing else his show is not only hilarious but pretty sexy too. I slap his ass. “Shake it you, Sexy Beast! Sorry, but I don’t have any cash to pay for the lap dance, but you can work it off of me later. If that seems fair to you?”
“Damn, Alex! You’re gonna make me take you on this table if you don’t stop.”
“Promise?”
“Sweet Thing, I need to feed you. I’m not much of a chef, but I can make a mean bowl of cereal. Now stop distracting me.”
I don’t know what’s come over me but I want this man. I can’t get enough of him. I have never felt as uninhibited as I do with him. He makes me feel sexy and seductive. I feel a new side coming out of me that even I wasn’t aware I had. That is the only reasoning I can come up with for what I do next.
“That means that the stove isn’t on, right?”
“That would be correct, Alex. What are you getting at, sexy?”
“Nothing will burn then.” I stand up pull his t-shirt over my head and step into his personal space. I drag my fingernail down his chest and to his golden happy trail. I reach into his shorts and it’s clear that his precious cereal has long been forgotten. “What do ya say? Was all that table talk a promise or a threat, big boy?”
“Fuck, Alex. You have got to be the sexiest woman on the God damned planet. If you want it on the table, then the table it is. You just tell me how you want it and it’s yours, Sweet Thing.”
With the confidence of
a high-class stripper I sway my hips as I approach the head of the table. I purposely bend over much farther than is necessary to move the chair that’s tucked under the table. I stand up and face him. Seductively, I move all of my hair over one shoulder, bite my same finger that found its way down his torso and lift my eyes to his. What I find is the playboy of Portland standing frozen to the spot; in shock and with his mouth hanging open. I beckon him with a crook of my finger and when he takes his first steps my way I bend over once again while I hook my thumbs into his boxers, shimmy them down my legs and kick them to the side. I turn and lay my chest over the table and I am completely exposed. I am naked and vulnerable and I have never felt so safe. I grab the edge of the table with each hand and with white knuckles I wait for him to make the next move.
I feel the heat of his presence behind me. Just knowing he is close enough to touch sends shivers down my spine, and I can feel myself quivering. One of his strong hands grabs me by the hip as the other torturously glides down my spine and to my exposed backside. He feels me tense and pauses. “Don’t worry, baby. We’ll save this for another time but please know that I cannot wait for that day,” he practically growls as his finger gently slides over the center of my ass. Even though I should feel nervous that he wants to explore this forbidden territory, all it does is make me hotter.
By the time his fingers reach the entrance I am internally begging for him to reach, he finds me slick and ready for him to take me. “Oh baby, you are so fucking ready for me. Knowing that it’s me that makes you this hot is the biggest high I have ever felt.” I feel him tease my entrance with the tip of his glorious cock and I moan. “To think all I wanted to do was hold you in my arms when I asked you to come over. After today…” He leans over me so his front is resting on my back. Skin to skin. “I don’t think I will ever get enough of you. You’re mine, baby. And I’m yours.” He whispers in my ear as he plunges deep inside me with a new intensity. I have never felt so full, and I have never been so fulfilled. This man is the stuff that dreams are made of. And apparently…he’s mine.
His pace quickens, but I find his rhythm and push back to meet every one of his thrusts. He’s no longer draped across my back. He is standing behind me, guiding my hips with his strong hands. From this position, I can fully appreciate just how big Mick is. He feels like he is deeper than ever before. He is filling me to the brink. It’s almost painful, but in the best kind of way.
“God, Alex. I wish you could see this. Watching us like this is the hottest fucking thing I have ever seen. God, your ass! Just watching you take my cock over and over is enough to make me come, baby.” He reaches around and finds my clit and works me to the point of frenzy. I can feel my orgasm building. It’s so intense that I’m afraid that if I come right now I may disintegrate into a million little pieces.
“Yes! Oh, God! Please don’t stop, Mick,” I scream into the room.
I feel like all five of my senses are being overwhelmed. The sound of both of us gasping for air and our bodies slamming together in the throes of passion fills my ears. The smell of his musk all over my body, is intoxicating. The taste of his kiss on my lips, leaves me breathless. Looking over my shoulder I see his face watching our bodies move together as he slides in and out of me and it is magnificent. His face. His body. He is pure perfection. His touch brands me. The way he makes my body come alive and hum with electricity is overwhelming.
I am irrevocably his.
“I can feel you getting closer. You’re so tight. So perfect. I don’t think I can hold on any longer. You ready, baby?”
“Yes!” I shout, arching my back and lifting my chest off of the table. I’m so close that I can find no other words of coherency in the moment.
He thrusts even harder and faster than before, and an instant later when he yells my name on a growl, my world goes dark. Once again I see stars, and I lay my chest back down on the table.
We both stay where we are and catch our breaths in the after-glow of yet another passion filled experience. There isn’t a space in this house that I wouldn’t love to experience, not a single one.
In a sexy, husky voice he finally speaks. “Babe, I am so sorry. Did I hurt you? I got carried away and didn’t even think about how uncomfortable that may have been for you.” He releases me and helps me up from the table. He pulls me into his arms, cups my head and pulls me into a skin on skin hug. Every part of us is touching, including our hearts and souls.
“I’m good, Mick. You felt so amazing I didn’t notice anything else.”
“Now, that is what I like to hear.” He kisses me on the top of my head and finds his t-shirt that I had been wearing. As he brings the shirt over my head he says, “Covering you up is the last thing I want to do, but you are way too distracting and I need to feed you.” He gives my ass a little slap, hands me his boxers and turns me in the direction of the hallway. “Why don’t you go get cleaned up and stop distracting me. This cereal and toast aren’t going to make themselves, woman.”
He sends me on my way and I float back up to the master bath. I get cleaned up, throw my hair up into a ponytail and put his boxers back on. I can’t help but notice the smile on my face when I look at myself in the mirror. It’s the same smile that I see on Mick’s face. Why the hell have I been pushing him away? Why would I ever want to deny either one of us from feeling like we do today? Although, this thought does bring to mind the way he looked when I got here this morning. We didn’t really talk about what prompted his call to me. I hope my actions didn’t make him think that I didn’t want to talk. He just didn’t seem ready and I wanted to take his pain away. I hope I didn’t handle this situation wrong and that we didn’t simply put a band-aid on things.
Wondering how to bring it up without ruining our current state of bliss I pad my barefoot feet down the stairs and find him at the table with all the fixings for a breakfast of cereal and toast.
His smile is still covering his glorious face, and if it’s possible, it lights up even more when he catches me enter the room.
“Hey, good looking. I like that shirt on you.” He says referring to the shirt I’m wearing that says, “That’s What She Said.”
That’s Mick. Always the center of attention, and always making people shake their head or laugh their ass off. Secretly, I love his stupid immature side. I can be a bit too serious. I think we balance each other out.
“As you can see I went all out. You have your choice of sugary sweet cereal or the healthy shit that Emily got me used to eating. We also have wheat toast with butter. You can choose between strawberry jam, honey or my favorite…cinnamon sugar. I know, it’s pretty fancy, but I only bring out the best for my Sweet Thing.” He winks and then starts sprinkling his cinnamon sugar over his toast.
“What exactly is that?”
“What is this? Only the best way to eat toast! Open up.”
I open my mouth and he brings his precious toast to my lips and I take a bite. At first I don’t really notice anything but then the sweet, sugary goodness kicks in. “Ah, Mick. That is the bomb!”
Laughing at me he says, “The bomb. I love it. I feel like we’re back in school again. You are so freaking cute.”
I stick my tongue out at him and do some sprinkling of my own.
After breakfast we clean up the dishes and cereal boxes and find ourselves each on different sides of the kitchen, leaning against counters and staring at each other.
Mick is the first to speak. “Do you have plans for tonight?”
“Nope, you?”
“I don’t, but I’m hoping that you and I can just stay in our little bubble and not leave this house today. Does that work for you?”
“I would love that but I need to go home and take a shower. I don’t have any other clothes to wear or my toothbrush. Hope you don’t mind, but I used yours early?”
“Baby, what’s mine is yours. That means my shower, my toothbrush and my clothes. How about you and I take that shower together, order a pizza later and stay in t
onight? If you want girlie shampoos and lotions Emily left some in the other bathroom that you can use.”
“You sure, Mick?”
He strides across the kitchen and places himself in front of me. His dark eyes canvas my face and land on my lips. He places the gentlest of kisses on my mouth and as he pulls away he bites on my lower lip. When he lets go his eyes lift to mine and he says, “I have never been more sure of anything in my life. Now, let’s go see about that shower.”
If I thought the day had been perfect before our shower, I was wrong. Oh, that shower. We stayed under the steaming hot cascade of water until it went cold. It was the most intimate moment of my life. We washed every inch of each other with slow, gentle caresses. There were soft kisses that followed the cleansing caresses. It was sweet, passionate, and romantic. It was more than just a hot make-out session. It was sensual and all-consuming. Mick, is all-consuming.
An hour later I’m clad in a pair of soft grey sweats and a dark blue Under Armor henley. I had to roll the sweats up at the top, and the sleeves of the shirt up as well, but all in all I’m pretty comfortable and I’m wearing his clothes. There’s nothing wrong with that. We’ve settled into his bed, popped some kettle corn popcorn and are watching Mick’s all-time favorite movie, Old School.
It’s times like this that I am reminded of the Mick that I grew up with. The popular jock who was always the life of the party. Always the loudest and always with the smartest mouth. The one that was always ready for a fight. Always driving just a little too fast and living his life the same way. That’s not my Mick. My Mick is sweet, kind, protective and gentle.
Mick knows every word to this movie and it’s no wonder he named his dog after it. I’m snuggled up under his arm and Will Ferrell is running down the street naked when I realize I’m the only one laughing. I sit up and turn around to look at him and see that he’s watching me and not the movie.
