Crown's Chance at Love (42 page)

“Are you fucking drenched for me baby? Tell me, tell me who makes you this fucking needy…” My voice is deep. Every muscle in my body feels strained as if it’s stretched to the limit in tension and needs a release.

“Yes …Oh God yes Mike… it’s all you for you…” she breathlessly pants as I work my fingers. “Mike! Please baby I need you to fuck me… shit that feels so good baby,” she pants and I am pretty sure I have tortured both of us enough. I lift her up with my other arm, her legs wrapping around me. Taking my fingers out of her, I center my cock at her sweet opening.

“Tell me you are sure baby…” I say having no idea where the self control I am somehow showing came from.

“Mike…” She holds onto the sides of my face, her eyes wide open like milk chocolate melting, her sweet breath tickling my lips.

“Tell me!” I growl, lifting her slightly away, hearing her whimper.

“I’m sure. Mike… please” she pants as I tease her entrance with my tip. Her opening is so fucking hot and slicked up wet, I have no idea how I am holding back and teasing her. I’m painfully hard and need to bury myself in her. I need to find the release I will surely find once I am in her, but I want… shit I need to make sure to make it good for her.

“Mike please!”, she begs and I sink into her wetness in one long stroke and I hear her gasp even with the slight buzzing going through my own ears and the furious pounding of my own heart. She is so fucking tight, her pussy covers my dick like a damn glove. I hold still for a moment. Her forehead on mine and I catch her slightly wince. Her beautiful face looks like it is almost in pain.

“Sabrina… shit baby… you okay?” I ask worried I’ve hurt her.

“Mike… please… move for me. I need… God you feel so damn good!” she says incoherently against my lips.

“Did I hurt you?” I ask and she opens her eyes, and what I see almost takes me to my knees.

***

Sabrina

If he doesn’t move I’m going to kill him.

“You feel so fucking good, please Mike… stop teasing.” I beg. He fills me like I’ve never been filled before. He’s long and thick and so damn hard. I can feel my own slickness against my thighs. I tighten my hold around his waist, feeling him go in a little more.

“Fuck,” he growls. Somehow he moves us to the couch placing us down. My body sinks into the couch, his body never separating from mine. He rolls his hips into me and I moan. He feels so fucking good I can hardly think of anything else.

“Mike please don’t stop… I need…”

“I know… I’ll get you there. Fuck you are so tight. I dont want to hurt you baby…”

“You aren’t. You feel so damn good,” I pant as he works himself in and out of my body in a slow but steady pace. I know he is trying to make it good for me, but I am so damn close. He lit me up fast and bright and I am so ready to go to the edge it is is ridiculously embarrassing. Between the fact that I haven’t had sex in almost four years and the endless months of teasing one another, my body is giving in quick and fast.

“Faster please…”

“Shit baby…” he groans kissing me hard, almost punishing.

His pace starts to speed up. The sound of our bodies connecting, my wetness making sloppy sounds, our breathing labored echoing in my ears, buzzing and tightness throughout my body. I am so close. I am so wound up I don’t even notice how one of his hands move from my face to where our bodies connect. The pad of his fingertip rubs my clit sending me higher and higher as he pounds into me.

“Let go Sabrina…. Fuck… I don’t think I can…” That’s the last thing my mind was able to process. Wave after wave of pleasure broke through my body. My hands dig into his shoulders, his name on my lips sounds breathy almost like a whimper, barely able to breathe. I see fireworks and bright lights from under my closed eyelids.

I faintly hear him curse and mumble words I can’t make out and his strong body slightly slumps into mine. Opening my eyes to see his head on my chest, my hand goes to the back of his neck to rub his slightly damp hair. We have both worked up a sweat between the heat in the room and the heat we created, and I smile. I feel him take a deep breath and lift his head as he slips out of my body. His usually pale blue eyes look like a warmer blue, like the color of a pretty ocean picture. He smiles and his lips go to mine, kissing me softly.

“Let me go take care of this, okay?” He says and I nod. I watch him leave to the guest bathroom and I grab the red throw blanket on the couch to cover up with. My eyes are heavy with sleep and my body is sated. I try to keep my eyes open but horribly fail.

***

Mike

Splashing cold water on my face to cool me down I look at myself in the mirror. I can’t help the smile plastered on my fucking face. I walk back to the living room. She is laying there, slightly covered up in a red throw blanket, her soft pale skin standing out from the darkness of her couch and the brightness of the throw. She’s incredibly beautiful and she’s giving me a chance. I go over to her and lift her up with the throw. Her eyes open, sparkling bright as a sleepy smile falls over her face.

“Hey,” she whispers looking at me. I could tell the moment she realized I am walking and carrying her as she raises an eyebrow questioningly.

“Taking us to bed baby,” I say and she nods burying her face into the crook of my neck. I love the fact that she doesn’t fight me on carrying her. She breathes in deeply and I can feel her smiling against my skin.

“I like the way you smell Mike,” she says softly, her breath tickling my chest and I laugh. I like how she doesn’t complicate things, how easy it is to be with her. I more than like it, but I’m not going to go there, not right now.

Once we settled into her bed, her warm body tucked into mine at my side, her arm draped over my stomach, both our bodies completely naked; everything felt right. Stroking her hair, I like the feel of her body fully relaxed next to mine, her breathing even and slow. I kiss the top of her head, breathing in the light coconut scent from her shampoo. A slight tinge of guilt hits me about how rough and fast I had been our first time together.

“Stop thinking” she mumbles sleepily against my chest and I look down at her.

Her eyes are closed, her dark lashes fanning out. Her cheeks are still slightly flushed and her dark long hair falls in soft waves over her shoulder.

“I was just…”

“Worried?” she asks finishing my sentence almost as if she can read my thoughts. Her eyes are still closed, but there’s a smile on her lips. “I’m not made of glass. I loved everything about downstairs,” she says opening her eyes, slightly hooded but I can see her smiling.

“Still though, I should have…”

“It was hot.” she says sitting up, smiling up at me, her eyes bright and happy and her skin flushed pink. I lean into kiss her, and somehow we get tangled up in one another instead of in the sheets.

Sabrina

It was now Monday, the beginning of the work week and all I could do was stare out the window with a cheesy smile on my face. Every step I took I was reminded of the beautiful weekend we had enjoyed.  I was deliciously sore from having spent all of Saturday in bed with Mike.

Saturday morning he had brought me coffee in bed and we snacked on chopped fruit feeding it to one another with our fingers in bed, afterwards lying there holding hands tracing one anothers’ body with our fingertips, talking about everything that had come to light. Not in a way of rehashing it all, but more of a  reflection of what had happened. I could tell he truly had hated lying to me. Afterwards we ordered take out. He left quickly to get it and returned only to let the chinese food get cold because we got tangled up with one another so completely we both were starving by the time we were done. Kissing and touching one another in such an insatiable way, I wondered if we would tire of it.

***

Sunday morning came too fast and we went to pick up the kids from Emmi’s house and had taken them out to breakfast.

Our food had just arrived to the table and the kids had started to dig into their food and Mike had gotten quiet his hand going under the table to hold mine. He squeezed it gently and looked at me, then clearing his throat, the kids looked up at him.

“Umm I wanted to talk to you guys about something.” I raised an eyebrow at him, tilting my head in his direction noticing the kids were staring at him.

“What’s up Mike?” Mark asked and I could tell he was trying really hard not to smile. Everyone saw Mark as this quiet observant kid, which he really was, but he was also a huge prankster.

“Well, umm… you know I have been seeing your mom and getting to know her and you guys…”

“You guys have been dating,” Mark plainly stated, looking unamused at Mike.

“Yeah. You are right. We have been. I want to ask your mom to be my girlfriend and I want to know what you think?” Mike says, my eyes widening.

I hadn’t been expecting this. I guess part of me hadn’t really thought about having this conversation with him around. It had been something I had pictured having with the kids alone without him there. Part of me was annoyed at him for doing this without talking to me. Yet another part, the part that was beating furiously in my chest, and doing flip flops in my stomach was just…plain happy.

“You want our mom to be your girlfriend?” Penny asked her eyes wide and a little surprised, as she smiled mischievously.

“Yes,” he said. His face soft yet for once I could read his nervousness as he squeezed my hand and stared at my kids.

I watched as they stared at one another and then Mark spoke up.

“Is it true your brother was the one driving?”

“Mark…”I started to say my heart sinking.

I knew this was a conversation I was going to have with them today, but I hadn’t been prepared at the idea of them knowing already.

“We heard aunt Emmi and Uncle Dan talking to Nick. So is it true?” he asked all of us growing quiet as tension started to fill the table we sat at. Mark looked at Mike, somehow seeming a lot older than thirteen.

“Yes,” Mike said softly, his stare never wavering from Mark’s. I took in the fact they all nodded silently. Chris picked at his pancake, Penny looked over at Mark.“He is my half brother. Twelve years younger.”

Mark nodded, Chris hardly looked up and then it was my beautiful daughter who surprised me.

“Back in Berkeley, I had a friend whose Dad went to jail and other kids stopped being her friend. Dad sat me down and told me that we don’t judge people by what those around them did. You take in who they are as a person and what their actions say about them.” she said softly, her eyes never leaving Mike’s, and I felt as if my breath hitched and I slightly squeezed Mike’s hand. This was another sign Sean would have liked him. it was also a reminder of what a great freaking dad he was.

“Dad was always right. I think its okay if you want to be Mom’s boyfriend.” Mark said smiling.

“Me too.” Penny chimed in. I looked over at Chris as he picked his food.

“What about you Bud?” Mike asked Chris.

“I think it’s okay for you to be Mom’s boyfriend. You weren’t the one who hurt our Dad and who did it, even if he was your brother, it was an accident.” From the words of Babes.

The rest of the day passed in a blur after Mike suggested we hit up the Santa Monica Pier, heading to Pacific Park, getting on the rides, and hitting up the aquarium. It had been a great day with the kids, enjoying the carnival-like pier, deep fried foods, and taking silly pictures. The night came to an end with Mike and I sitting on the couch snuggled up tight watching a movie, leaving soon after it finished.