Olivia's Point Of View ~

My hands are shaking as I attempt to place my phone back in my bag that's hanging from off my shoulder. I just told mum that I'm heading back to her place. I suppose I'm staying there for a little while, until I find a new place of my own. 

I hate this. I don't want this. 

I wanted the ending that I now can only dream of. I can't stand what I just saw with my own eyes between Michael and this women that's suddenly come into his life. How? I wonder how they met. How they know each other because I have never seen her before. I feel like I'm fading away. I'm trying to keep my head strong but my heart won't just let me grow away from him now. Michael and I have now completely disappeared . . all I seem to have is only memories that I will treasure with him. We have drifted too far away. 

Is he over me now? 

Michael must be. I just saw the proof that he is over me. 

Before I didn't know what I was feeling. Coming here to talk to Michael, I was nervous . . so nervous but I was excited. But now, I am feeling like I have never . . like I'm losing my mind. Tears now falling, rolling down my cheeks. I take a deep breathe. The jingle of my keys is noisy as I frantically attempt to open my car door. I need to get out of here now. I can't stay. How can I? Michael has moved on now obviously and I'm just someone that he used to know. It's so clear now. Michael doesn't love me anymore. And it's all my fault . . I did this. I know that Michael is the one for me. The feeling of love has begun . . he's the love of my life forever and more. But I fucked up . . it's too late now. I'm sniffling and breathing more heavily. I hop in my car, putting my key in the ignition and closing the door. 

It's done now. I'm leaving. It's the end, officially. 

"Olivia? . . Olivia, wait! . . " I hear a voice call out to me. 

I look up from my lap as I still sit in the drivers seat. I open my car door, sliding out and closing the door once again. I just stand still for a few seconds before I start to walk a few centimetres in front of me as I see Michael running up to me. He stops once he gets close enough to me, standing before me now. He's out of breathe . . not saying anything. Not saying much at all. 

"Hi Michael . . " I say quietly to him. 

"Olivia . . hi . . " He says back.

I can hear the crickets that have come out for the night. The wind is gently blowing on the both of us. The street lights and the blanket of stars above us helps me to see Michael more clearly. But he's really not reacting that much to me being here . . standing before him. He can see that I'm crying. To be honest, he looks upset himself but I don't blame him though. I did him wrong and acted so stupidly towards his helpful performance. I pushed him away and ignored his constant warnings about Eric. I chose not to listen to Michael. So, if Michael is angry with me . . he has every right to be. I'm angry at myself. 

God. I just want to throw my arms around him and never let go. 

"Olivia, what are you doing here? . . " Michael asks me. 

I want everything with Michael. I do. More than anything in the world. I know that now. I want a life with Michael . . a future with him. 

" . . I came to see you . . umm . . " I say, in a shy kinda way. 

I look down at my feet as they stand close to each other, sitting in a pair of flat shoes on the ground. I let out a nervous chuckle, I guess, trying to break this tension between us. Oh God. Does he not want me here? Does Michael want nothing to do with me when I want everything to do with him? I look back up at him. He's already looking at me, not saying anything else. 

"Look, Michael. I hurt you. I'm sorry . . " 

"I don't know why I wasted so much of my time with Eric. He's history now . . " I tell him. 

My green eyes are looking into Michael's brown ones. I'm trying to read him but it's tough. Noticing that his eyes are beginning to fill up with water, matching mine. 

"Olivia . . " Michael says to me. 

He steps a little more closer to me. I cut him off gently before he can say anything more. I'm scared of what he's going to say. If he's going to say he's moved on with this women that I just saw him with. I'm so afraid. 

"Michael, I'm completely in love with you . . " 

" I don't care if you think it's too late, I'm telling you anyway . . " I finally confess to his face. 

A single teardrop runs down my cheek. Michael's breathing starts to increase a little. He's looking straight into my eyes. 

"Michael, can please say something? . . " 

I say softly. Stepping a little more closer to him myself. Another tear falls from my other eye . . gliding down my cheek. 

Michael puts his hand out to stop me. 

"Wait, Olivia . . " He says. 

I stop. Both of our eyes are watering dramatically. I see a few tears run down Michael's cheeks too. Oh no. What is he going to say? My heart is beating faster . . feeling as if it's going to fall out of me.

"Olivia, if you come any closer to me . . " 

"I'm not letting you go . . " He says. His voice sounding all broken from his tears.

I blink with my tears realising from my eyes. I don't think much after he says that. I run up to him, closing the gap that was between us just seconds ago. My arms cling around his neck while his hands are gently placed on my lower back. We kiss oh so passionately . . it's slow and very soft. My fingers running through his midnight beautiful black curls, feeling silky smooth. The kiss is broken but I wait a few seconds before I open my eyes. Savouring that angelic moment. I open them . . seeing Michael is already looking at me. 

"Michael, I love you . . " I say with a breaking tone as I softly sob. 

Michael's eyes look all over my face. He does the sexiest thing . . biting his bottom lip before I see a smile on the corner of his lips. 

" . . finally you say those words to me . . " 

"I love you too, Olivia. I love you so much, baby . . " He says, leaning into my face a little more. 

His forehead is gently pressed against mine as I rest my palms against his chest. Trying to get more close to him that I already am. He rubs his nose with mine very gently . . making me giggle. I'm standing on my tippy toes. I lock my desperate lips with his soft ones. I'm crazy about Michael. I'm in love with him completely. I just don't want to let go of him now. I need to be near him. I need to get even closer to him.

I feel his hands run down my body as they leave my lower back . . his fingertips tickling my skin as they as they now touch my flesh. Making me moan quietly into this now quite intense kiss, but never breaking away. His fingers run softly down the backs of my thighs, until I feel them on the backs of my knees. And without hesitation, he lifts me up. My legs wrapping around his waist . . my arms are still locked around his neck to support me. He starts to walk back to his place, carrying me. I hear Michael close the front door with his foot as his hands are occupied. 

Wow. Michael is so strong. 

I think to myself as he walks up the stairs, with me still locked around him. Towards his bedroom. I take this opportunity to kiss all over his sweet face . . sprinkling them all over his cheeks, forehead, chin and nose than returning to his soft, sexy lips. We start to make out passionately. I'm kissing him hungrily like I have been starved for years. I just can't seem to get enough of him. Michael enters his bedroom. He crawls on top of his large double bed. I let go of him. Our kiss breaking. I'm underneath him, lying on my back while Michael is hovering above me. His hands are palm facing down on either side of my head . . my hands resting on his chest. Our breathing is heavy . . our eyes looking straight into one another's. Michael's hand leaving the side of my face, brushing some loose strands of hair behind my ear before gently stroking my cheek quite lovingly. I smile. 

"Olivia, I have missed you! . . " Michael says. 

"I missed you too. I'm sorry, baby . . " I whisper to him. 

A single tear escaping from the corner of my eye and falling onto the pillow that's underneath my head, making a small puddle. 

"Shh . . it's okay now baby. I know you are . . " He says back softly to me. 

Easing my sorrow immediately. Connecting his lips back with mine. A slow, passionate kiss takes over. Oh God. Is this happening? Please don't allow such a beautiful moment turn into nothing but a dream.  No, it's not a dream . . it's happening. It's real life.

I reach down for the bottom of his shirt. Pulling it up and over his head. I run my fingertips along his now naked chest . . his soft, caramel skin is making my have butterflies. I look into his eyes, as if they are telling Michael what I want. What I am craving to share with the love of my life. 

"You can Michael . . please . . " I say softly. 

He sits up. Hoping off the bed and undoing his pants. Pulling them down along with his boxers. He gets back on the bed, hovering over me once again. He leans his face closer to me, his lips floating over mine. His big hands holding onto the bottom of my dress . . lifting it up very slowly. I help him to take it off me, lifting my arms up for him slip it off me completely. He throws it on the floor beside the bed. Leaving me in my black bra and panties . . his eyes has lust and love written all over them. My lips are parted slightly as I look down to see his cock is rock hard. He pulls my panties down slowly, never breaking eye contact from me. Throwing them aside as they slip off my feet. Then ripping off my bra in a desperate, sexy way. 

Michael's Point Of View ~ 

I take a hold onto my cock, placing it right near her opening . . ready to go in. Olivia nods as she lays underneath me. I slowly inch my cock inside of her tight pussy. I hear her whimper. I lean down to place a soft kiss upon her forehead to calm her a little. I think she may have forgotten how big I am. I start to thrust at a slow, steady pace. My cock is all the way inside of her now, soaking in all of her sweet juices. 

"Michael, baby . . go faster, please . . " She says. 

I speed up. Those soft, beautiful moans invade my ears . . I have missed them so much. I have missed her even more. Being with Chloe was great but it just wasn't the same. We never slept together, it never went that far. Because Olivia was always in my mind . . she never left, really. My love for her is far too strong. I tried to move on but I couldn't. Simple. I lied to mother. I feel terrible for doing so . . I guess I really was trying my absolute hardest to forget about Olivia. 

"Oh Michael . . yes! . . oh baby . . hmm yes . . " Olivia moans softly underneath me. 

I kiss her neck. My speed getting a little more faster now. Her cute small hands reaching for my lower back, digging her nails into my skin . . leaving her mark on me as I continue to thrust in and out of her hot, tight . . beautiful pussy. My hand leaving the side of her head . . traveling slowly down her gorgeous body . . past her breasts . . stomach . . until they arrive at her womanhood that is already open wide for me. My fingers playing with her pearl . . as my cock is still being swallowed by her pussy. I look at her face . . her eyes are rolled to the back of her head . . her mouth is open. This is so beautiful right now. Having my beautiful baby . . my true love with me. And me, making sweet love to her as now I know that she is mine. All mine. For real. 

"Oh baby . . keep going . . faster, harder . . please . . " She pleads softly. 

I do as she says. Going faster . . harder into her. But then slowing down . . 

"Olivia, wait . . I'm not hurting you, am I? . . " I ask her, concerned. 

She smiles hazily at me. Shaking her head. 

"No, baby your not. Your making me feel amazing Michael . . " She says. 

Reaching her slightly trembling hand to place it on my cheek. 

I kiss her passionately. I speed up once again. Our moans filling the room along with the smell of sweat and sex invades the entire bedroom. I continue to please my beautiful love . . as if I was made to do so. As if the both of us was made to be one. I kiss her sensually as I intertwine her fingers with mine. Her small hands holding my large ones . . slowly raising them up along the damp mattress until I'm holding them above her head. I continue to make love to her goddess like self. My cock going in and out . . in and out, sending Olivia into complete and utter ecstasy. That's what I want. To please her. She moans helplessly as I still hold her hands above her head . . her naked, petite body laying underneath me. 

"Michael I love you so much, baby . . " She moans softly. 

I lean down to attach my lips onto her hot neck. Kissing and sucking her skin there. 

" I love you too baby . . hmm Olivia. Say I'm making you feel good, baby . . " I say into her skin.

"Mi . . oh Michael . . baby your making me feel so amazing" . . 

"Michael I'm cumming. Your making me cum . . oh babeeeeee, Michael . . " She pants viciously. 

She does. Her sweet juices exploding . . all over my cock. All over the sheet on the mattress. I cum not long after she does. Our hot bodies are dripping with sweat. I close my now exhausted eyes. I fall onto her. My head is lying in the crock of her neck. Our breathing is all that is heard. I realise her hands. She wraps her arms around me immediately.  

My cock is still sitting inside of her pussy. 

This is so beautiful. I'm so happy. I finally have what I have always wanted. 

Olivia. 

Olivia's Point Of View ~

My hands sit on Michael's back. I can feel his muscles flex underneath them. His face is in the crock of my neck while his arms are lazily on either side of my head once again. Michael's breathing is very intense. I turn my head to the side, seeing Michael's black curls in the corner of my eye. 

"Shh . . Michael relax. You okay, baby?" . . 

" . . your breathing is very loud . . very intense right now" I whisper to him. 

He lifts his face from my neck. Looking at me straight in the eyes. His curls are sticking to his sweaty face and neck. He kisses my forehead. 

"Don't worry, baby . . I'm okay! . . " He gently whispers to me. 

Michael's sitting up on his elbows. Our sweaty bodies seeming as if they are sticking together. My legs wide open still as his cock sits motion less inside of my pussy. There is no distance between us. We are so close to each other. A lazy smile crawls onto his sweet lips as his eyes lower to my lips. My fingertips creating circles on his back, then running them down his spine . . my touch making him shiver a little. It's cute. 

"Michael? . . who was that girl that you were with earlier tonight . . " I ask. 

His thumb brushing up and down my cheek softly. 

"Oh that was Chloe. We broke up tonight . . " He says. 

"Why, Michael . . " I ask him in a whisper.

"Because she wasn't you" . . 

"Every day and night, I would look out the front of my place to see if you would come back" . . 

" . . well, tonight you did. I saw you getting in your car to leave" . . 

"So, I ran out to stop you . . " He says softly, still stroking my cheek with his thumb. 

Our eyes locked hazily at each other. I feel Michael start to get up. I wrap my arms around him, planting my palms down on his back in an attempt to stop him from getting up. Where is he going?

"Michael, please don't get up. Please don't go . . " I whisper in his ear. My eyes starting to water. 

He looks at me. 

"I'm not going anywhere, baby" . . 

"I was just going to lay on my back so that I can hold you close to me" . . 

" . . and we can fall asleep together . . how does that sound, baby?" Michael asks me smiling. 

I bite my lip, nodding my head. His slides his cock out of my pussy. I close my legs and sit up as Michael lays on his back, getting himself comfortable. His arms stretching out for me . . inviting my body to become close to his once again. I giggle. I lay my head onto his damp, naked chest. His arms are wrapped around me. I love this. I feel so protected and warm. Like nothing can hurt me. I place my hands onto his chest as my fingernail gently draws circles around his nipple. Michael giggles as he's looking down at me. He kisses my forehead as I look up at him. 

"I love you Olivia . . " Michael whispers to me. 

I smile at him. "I love you too Michael . . so much . . " I whisper back to him. 

His hand is on my cheek once again. Michael's face coming closer to me, pressing his lips to mine. Slow and passionate. A reminder that this is real before we both fall into a blissful sleep in each others arms. Naked . . left exhausted but both feeling intoxicated with pure happiness. 

fin.