As the final anguished note faded away, Nick leaned over. “Thank you,” he said.
Michelle looked at him with tear-filled, sorrowful eyes. Pleading eyes. “What can I do?” he asked.
“Love me,” she whispered.
Something inside him broke. The wall he’d built to protect himself and his secrets crumbled in the face of her need. If he never revealed any other truth in his life, he must at least reveal this. Knowing what he felt, but still afraid that any lasting commitment between them was an impossibility, he said, “I already do.”
Michelle sobbed and pulled him to her, kissing him with the guitar trapped between them. Nick took the instrument from her and laid it carefully on the coffee table. He pushed her back against the cushions. He tilted his barely-touched bottle over her, and a chill, undulating red stream trailed goosebumps over her chest, her nipples, her belly. Michelle gasped, reaching out, unfastening the buttons on his shirt. Nick set the bottle aside and began licking the fluid from her as she pulled his shirt off. She gyrated as he swirled his tongue in the shallow depression of her belly button, meeting his strokes—in and out, around and around. His sharp teeth nipped her skin repeatedly as he worked his way down to one of her most sensitive erogenous zones, the area of her abdomen just above her dark bush. Holding her breath, she reached behind her head and grasped the sofa cushion tight, moaning as spasms wracked her body.
Nick moved up her torso, cleaning her roughly with his tongue, his teeth; reveling in her throaty moans, in her quick, quivering gasps when he nipped her flesh. She laced her fingers behind his head, drawing him to her breast. The tips of her nipples beckoned, seeming to plead with him to suck them. He did. Michelle lost herself in the erotic sensation of his rough tongue laving her nipples, the tingling suction. She urged him on—“Suck me. Yes, suck me!”—and he sucked harder and harder, until her nipples were purple and lightning bolts of pleasure danced in her crotch. She writhed on the couch. “My pussy’s throbbing, Nick! Please, please fuck me.” He jerked her jeans forcefully down over her hips, unzipping his pants and pushing them down just enough to free himself, his invading cock quenching her erotic anguish. They were both so close to orgasm that he was only able to thrust a couple of times before they cried out together in one exuberant, energy-sapping release.
Exhausted, they lay limp and trembling on the couch. Nick encircled Michelle with his arms, and she snuggled against him. He ran his fingers slowly through her hair as the rapid beat of their hearts settled.
* * * * *
Michelle woke with a weight on her chest, aching muscles, and painfully throbbing nipples. When she realized that the weight was Nick’s arm, the night’s culmination came rushing back and she smiled in remembrance. She had given him her song—Angela’s song—as a gift. And he had said he loved her.
She hadn’t consciously admitted it to herself until last night, but she was in love with him, too. Had been since the very first time their eyes met, though she’d often sneered at people who said they believed in love at first sight.
She lifted his heavy arm aside gently, trying not to disturb him. Despite her careful movements, he awakened with a grunt, peering groggily about. “I’m going to take a shower,” she murmured. Nick nodded, and she slipped away.
Nick watched Michelle’s bare bottom wiggle enticingly as she climbed the stairs. He sat up and rubbed his eyes, yawning.
Michelle stood in the shower, facing the spray, enjoying the feel of the warm liquid cascading over her throbbing nipples. She heard a rustle behind her. She turned, and the shower curtain moved aside, admitting Nick’s bronzed, athletic body.God, he really is built, she thought. He picked up the bar of soap in the holder and took the sponge from her hands, soaping it until he had created a rich, thick lather.
Gently, he washed her neck, her chest, her breasts. She yelped as he came to the first sore nipple. “I’m sorry,” he said. “Is this better?” He held the sponge so that it was barely touching the swollen bud, then moved it in a slow, circular motion.
“Mmmmm, yes.” Michelle closed her eyes. “Yes, that’svery good,” she purred.
After several moments spent ministering to her sensitive nipples, he proceeded to lather her torso, slowly working his way to her waist. Then he knelt and, instead of touching her where she longed to be touched, lathered her feet, her ankles, her calves. “Nick,” she admonished.
“What?” he asked innocently.
She leaned back against the wall and spread her legs invitingly. “You know what I want.”
Nick grinned and reached up with the sponge, rubbing it firmly down over her clit and across her vagina, then up. Down, then up. Michelle moaned. Nick twisted the sponge into a tight cone, slipping the tip up into her, then using his fingers to pack it into her pussy. “Oh,” Michelle breathed. They’d had sex so often, done so many things in the past few days, that her tissues were raw, and the soap created a stinging sensation that perversely served to heighten her arousal. “Mmmmm,” she murmured. With his finger buried in the middle, Nick fucked her with the sponge. “I want you to think of me every time you use this,” he said.
“I will,” Michelle gasped.
“What?”
“I will,” she insisted.
“I’m sorry, I can’t hear you. Who will you think of?”
“Nick!” she screamed. “Every time I use this sponge, I’ll think of—” She couldn’t finish the sentence, her throat constricted by the force of her orgasm.
“God, Nick,” she sobbed. “You’re driving me crazy!”
He smiled wickedly. “That’s what I was hoping.” He lathered the sponge again. “Turn around,” he ordered.
Michelle turned around, putting her palms against the back wall. With gentle pressure, Nick pushed on her back until she was bent almost perpendicular, then he pressed just above her butt until she squatted slightly, her legs splayed. Taking the shower head from its cradle, tugging out a long length of its flexible hose, he held it between her legs.
“Oh, yes,” she murmured.
“Do you like this?” he asked.
“I like.”
Nick moved it back and forth across her clit, then reached down and held her lips apart while he directed the stream into her soapy pussy. “Mmmm.” He brought the shower head closer and closer, until its rapid, pulsing jets were massaging her vagina forcefully. “Oh, yes.”
Nick’s head was near her butt, which gave him an idea. He slid his hand into her crack, pushing aside the pale mounds until he could see her asshole. Raising the shower head, he directed one of the streams at the center of the puckered opening. He turned the adjustment knob to ‘continuous’ then reached over and turned up the hot and cold water, until a powerful stream was pounding into her canal. Michelle groaned. She had never imagined having her ass played with could be so pleasant, such a turn-on, until the night of the silk scarves. Now, she’d found that the tissue in her anus could become just as aroused as her nipples. Could throb with need, just like her pussy. She pushed away from the wall and turned. “Please, Nick. Let’s try it. Try fucking me in the ass,” she implored.
He made her wait, pretending he was considering, but finally nodded. In reality, there was no way he was going to say no. When the woman you loved begged you to fuck her ass, nearly every man’s fantasy, there was absolutely no way you could refuse.
He replaced the shower head and began lathering the sponge again, intending to soap her to provide additional lubrication, but then he saw the bottle of conditioner on the side of the tub. He picked it up and opened it, pouring a little into his hand and rubbing it with his finger.Good. Slick and smooth. He parted her cheeks again and squirted a generous amount into her crack. For good measure, he squirted the length of his cock, as well. Then he stood and, wrapping his hands around her waist, started to enter her.
Michelle felt Nick searching with his cock. When it became clear that he couldn’t find the opening, she let go of the wall and reached back to hold her ass open for him. He felt for her anus with his finger, then pressed the tip of his bulging erection against it. Michelle started to let go. “No, wait,” Nick said. “Hold them for a minute.” Nick grabbed her hips and pushed his cock against the tiny hole.
He was so big, it wasn’t going in. Michelle bent over a little more and pulled her cheeks apart even further. A sharp pain, as the tip of his cock slipped inside her. Michelle moaned.
“Do you want me to stop?”
She shook her head. Nick began pushing again, and Michelle bit her lip to keep from crying out. Experimentally, she contracted her muscles repeatedly, shivering when Nick was able to slide in a little more each time she relaxed.
Michelle’s anus was like a tight, greedy little mouth sucking on his head.So goddamn good. Nick groaned. He couldn’t wait any longer. Nick abandoned his careful insertion and lunged, thinking if he entered her quickly and smoothly, it would hurt for a short moment, but then it would be over and they could enjoy a long, leisurely session of ass-fucking.
Michelle cried out and pushed away from the wall, arching her hips forward, away from him. Nick moaned as his cock slipped out of her ass. She turned, throwing her arms around him. “I’m sorry,” she rasped. “It was too painful.”
Nick nodded.
“But we can still work on making it better,” she insisted. “Play with it, Nick,” she whispered in his ear. “Stretch it. I can’t wait for the day you can fill my ass completely.”
He swallowed hard as his penis pulsed with longing, and nodded again.
“Here, lie down.” She pushed him back until he was lying on the floor of the tub. She stood and turned the shower head until it was hitting the wall, so that it wouldn’t drown her, then she straddled Nick, her ass toward his head. Leaning forward, she surrounded the tip of his cock with her mouth, then wiggled her hips impatiently.
“Oh, baby,” he moaned.
Squirting more conditioner into his hands, he slicked his fingers and reached up, slipping one into the narrow slit. As he made slow circles with his hand, pressing outward against the hole’s rim to widen it, Michelle began moving slowly up and down on his penis.
Nick dribbled a little more of the pearly lotion onto his hand, and slipped another fingertip into her anus. This time, as he spread his fingers slightly in an attempt to stretch her, he also corkscrewed inward, penetrating her more fully.
Michelle felt his fingers gaining ground, and rocked her hips back gently. Slowly, Nick was able to bury both fingers fully inside her. Michelle made a pleased sound in the back of her throat and took his cock deeper, increasing her speed at the same time.
“Yes, baby, yes,” he moaned. He squirted another dollop of lotion into her crack, covering a third finger.
Michelle moaned deep in her throat as she felt Nick parting his fingers insistently, opening a space for the third finger to inch in. It was hurting, but not as much as it had when he had tried with his cock. As a matter of fact, the feeling was downright delectable. Their efforts were paying off. She wiggled her butt insistently. Nick responded exactly the way she had hoped, by probing even deeper.
Up to that point, Michelle had simply been running her wet mouth and agile tongue up and down his cock. Now, she started sucking.
“Oh, God, baby.” he groaned.
Michelle began rocking back and forth, using the motion to take his cock as far into her mouth as she could—a pleasant side effect, the increased penetration of his masterful fingers. She moaned with pleasure, the sound a pleasing vibration against Nick’s cock. “God, yes,” Nick whispered.
Nick’s free hand grasped her waist, urging her back and forth even faster. Harder. Michelle moaned repeatedly as his insistent fingers stroked and massaged, plunged and probed. Nick’s penis began pulsing against her tongue, and Michelle sucked fiercely as he spurted into her mouth, siphoning his essence down her eager throat. Drowning in his orgasm, the regular rhythm of Nick’s hand faltered, and his fingers twitched spasmodically, deep inside her. The unexpected variation brought Michelle to her own body-shuddering climax, and she fought to continue swallowing his seed as waves of ecstasy washed through her.
Later, when they had rinsed off and lay together in her bed, not making love, just enjoying the warmth of one another’s presence, Michelle murmured, “I never knew a shower could be so rewarding.”
Nick chuckled and kissed her forehead. “Neither did I,” he said. “But now that I do, I’ll have to take one more often.” He looked down at her. “Three, maybe four times a day,” he wiggled his eyebrows menacingly.
Michelle laughed, and snuggled up against him. They spent the rest of the day in her bed. Talking. Dozing when the mood hit them. Exploring one another’s bodies with soft caresses, but not making love. It seemed that, for the moment, their mutual appetites were sated, and they focused only on getting to know one another better.
(A melancholy piece)
Several days later, Michelle and the other members ofSomething Wild stood in the wings of a club, waiting to start their set. Michelle had invited Nicholas, but he hadn’t been sure he could make it. While they waited, she searched the audience, chiding herself for the intensity of her disappointment when she couldn’t find him.
“Michelle. Michelle.” Duncan, the lead guitarist and band manager, grabbed her shoulder. “Where are you?” he muttered, as he dragged her with him onto the stage. “We’re on!”
As soon as Michelle took her place before the mike, she knew he was there. She felt the heat of his gaze like a lover’s caress as she began her first song. Her body’s instant awareness lent her voice an uncharacteristic, throaty resonance. When the set was finished, the crowd went wild. Michelle’s heart beat so rapidly she thought she would faint. Duncan clapped her on the back. “Damn, girl! Where you been hiding that voice?” The other band members—Ray, Josh and Sarah—closed around her as they hustled offstage. “Yeah,” Sarah shot Michelle a look of grudging admiration. There’d been some competition between them in the beginning for the female lead, and the air hadn’t entirely cleared between them. “You’ve always been good, but neverthis good!”