Anika's Point Of View ~

My heart so full. My dreams, my wishes and more than anything, my longing for Michael is right now, being attended to. It's also my cries for him that were so frequent for so long . . have now ceased. Because I have him with me, finally. My body connected with his once again after years of starvation. 

But that was my doing. 

All of it. My suffering - it was all me. I broke my own heart, I guess you could say. But it's Michael's suffering, the breaking of his heart that hurts me the most. I was so affected that I couldn't even imagine what he was going through. What I put him through. And I hate myself for that. As I said to Michael, I payed for it everyday. But I had to leave. I had to. I couldn't stay. I wouldn't have been able to face it. I saw Michael with Katie . . and they were holding hands. It really hurt me. 

So, I left town. 

And afterwards, I did my best to move on from Michael. I did my best to just . . forget. In a way you do move on. You move on . . but you never forget. Michael told me he didn't know I saw. He didn't see me. But he says nothing happened with him and Katie. He said to me, after that night, he told Katie goodnight and that was it. 

Do I believe him? Of course. 

Michael remembered. Well, how can he not? I wanted to talk to him about it. But I didn't know how. I didn't know where to start. When was there a right time to bring all of that back up again? Is there ever? I told Michael my regrets and the look on his face on the mention of it . . but at the time, it was the right thing. I was so young. We both were. How could we have possibly raised a child? But my biggest regret was leaving town. That is all it took. To me, that was Michael expressing that he was relieved to hear that. He kissed me . . the way he did. It was so slow, so passionate. 

But that was hours ago now. 

Heavy breathing. Vision blurry. Bodies sweating. My arms around Michael's neck with his hands upon my hips. The feeling of his skin . . the smell. The sound of his voice, all of it. So overwhelming, so fucking intoxicating this man is. I have my head raised and I feel Michael's lips attach to my neck, my damp skin there. It sends shivers up my spine. I softly move up and down on him. The feeling is indescribable as I feel his tip hit my sweet spot over and over again. My eyes barely open. Fuck. This is incredible. But as we face each other, I want to look at him. I'm sitting on him, straddling his waist. My legs bent at the knees. I look down into his eyes as I continue to move on him. Michael does the very same. The sparkle is there . . always. I place my hand on the side of his neck. Our lips hovered over one another's once more, our noses touching. 

"Don't let me go, Michael . . " 

I whisper breathlessly. His hold has changed. Still soft, yet strong. His eyes sparkle, of course but wow . . what a dark look in them too. A display of lust and so much love. Wow. It's the way I feel about Michael. I can't seem to describe. It's hard to explain. I feel one arm of his snake around my lower back, Michael swings me so that I'm on the other side of the bed, where he was just before. I lay on my back now. Head at the top of the bed, headboard right above me. Michael's on top of me. My legs open, spread for him and on either side of his body. I feel my heart pounding . . I feel so sexy. So ready for more. 

Much, much more. 

Michael's face is right above mine then . . a kiss. My hands can't help but want to touch him as he kisses me. His milky white skin, so smooth. Gorgeous. But before I know it, Michael's lips leave mine. I feel my heart cry, no . . scream for them to please return. His eyes still having that dark, alluring look in them. With his hands, Michael moves down my body. As he moves down, a single kiss is placed on my skin. From my neck all the way down to my pussy. He looks at my pussy, then up at me . . before his eyes slowly go back to my pussy. He doesn't speak, he just does it. I feel it all. His tongue spreading my pussy lips apart. 

"Oh Michael . . oh . . " I moan out softly. 

Michael hands come up to my breasts, gently squeezing them. I don't know what to do with myself right now. The way he is making me feel. I am going to heaven and back again. I am helpless . . but I love it. I hear the sound of my wetness as Michael continues licking, sucking and slurping. I close my eyes from this incredible feeling. 

"Mi . . hmm, Michael . . " 

I moan, it's all I can do. Michael large hands on my breasts still, playing with them. 

"So wet, Anika. So wet . . " I hear Michael say. 

I don't know why but I feel a rush of embarrassment come through me after those words. I hope Michael isn't disgusted at all. But it's all because of him. I am just so turned on right now, hmm. I open my eyes to see Michael's face right above mine all of a sudden. He isn't down there anymore but the sensation is still there. Holy shit. How does he do that? His lips back hovering over mine one more. We look into each others eyes. 

"I will never let you go, Anika. Never! . . " Michael whispers to me. 

I feel his tip slide back inside me. I throw my head back. 

Oh fuck! He is massive. 

I gasp softly. "Michael . . hmm . . " 

My hands grab onto him as he continues to slide himself back inside me, all of him. It's slow as I know he is ensuring he doesn't hurt me. I know Michael, I know that's what he is thinking. I feel his eyes are still on me but mine are looking away from him, closed as I feel him . . all of him. He moves his hips now. And it's overwhelming. Everything. To have Michael this way again - touching me , kissing me, making love to me after all these years. The feeling of Michael as he moves his body, making me feel amazing. 

"Never will let you go . . " 

I hear Michael keep whispering as he thrusts in and out of me, getting faster by the second. My hands leave him as I place them on the headboard above my head. Oh my god. My moans echo, I feel. My mind fuzzing . . spinning. 

"Oh . . oh, Michael . . " 

My arms returning to him, wrapping them around his neck. I'm close, so close. With each second before my release, my legs get further and further apart. Making more room for Michael . . I don't know. As I said, my mind is so fuzzy. It's spinning. I am not thinking. I'm just doing it. My chest rises and falls dramatically, as does Michael's. We finish, both of us, at the same time. Michael collapses on top of me. His arms on either side of my head with his head in the crock of my neck. Our bodies so damp. 

"Michael? . . Michael? . . " I whisper. 

He lifts his head up, my heart skips many beats. He looks so tired, so sleepy. He looks absolutely gorgeous. I place both my hands on the side of his face. 

"You okay? . . " I ask him. 

He flashes me a smile. Yes, it's so exhausted. But to me, it's so sexy. I brush his short strands of black hair away from his face. "I'm okay, Anika . . " he says. A small chuckle is heard from him. Michael leans down, his lips attach to mine. It's a slow kiss. Very passionate. His limp body still lays on top of mine. But as time passes, I feel like he is getting his strength back. And as this happens, I feel as if Michael isn't done yet. It's from the look in his eyes still. After a kiss is placed on my cheek, Michael gets off me. A bedside drawer is opened for Michael to take off this condom to then put on yet another. But he doesn't return, remaining absent from the bed as he stands at the end of it. Ugh, those eyes. His hands gently grab onto my ankles. 

"Ready, Anika? . . " 

I look around. What am I ready for? But I nod anyways. 

"Yeah . . " My voice soft. 

Michael flips me over, now I'm laying on my stomach. The mattress of the bed sinks in has I feel he is right behind me. I'm on all fours. I look back, over my shoulder to see as Michael takes hold of his dick. His other hand is placed on my hip. With my legs spread . . I feel him enter me once again. 

"Oh Michael . . " 

My wetness makes it easy for Michael to slide into me. I close my eyes as I feel him . . again. My breasts moving with every single thrust. This time around, Michael isn't slow. He is blowing my mind. 

"Ah! . . Ah! . . Michael, ah! . . " 

It doesn't take long. I finish and so does Michael. Our breathing is back to being heavy as we come down. I lay on the bed, on my side. Seconds later, Michael does the same. Our naked, damp bodies wanting to recover. My eyes on Michael's. Wow. Holy shit. All this time and that is what I have been missing. I remember . . shit, I should be getting back to grandmothers place. What is the time? I am no clue. The clock on the bedside dresser on Michael's side says it's 4am. My hand comes up to drag it gently down Michael's cheek. His eyes closing. My fingers coming down as they want to touch his skin, much more of it. His chest and then down his stomach. 

"Should I go, Michael? . . " I ask. 

Our breathing is still heard throughout the room. It's hot, so hot. 

"No. Don't go . . " A whisper from him. 

"What about when the sun comes? What should I do? . . " I ask him. 

"Wake up . . and stay with me . . " 

Michael says softly. Those last words, it makes my heart flutter and butterflies fly around all inside me. His voice . . oh his voice. His eyes close, not opening anymore. The sight makes me scoot closer to him. I'm now right before his sleeping self. We are both still laying on our sides. His arm draped over me. This sight - it's heartwarming. He is exhausted, now fallen into a deep sleep. I look at him with eyes full of so much love for him. My fingers come back up to his face. Outlining his cheek . . his lips. As I do this, it reminds me of where I came from but more of where I belong. 

With Michael. 

"Don't let me go. Never let me go . . " 

I whisper to him. 

to be continued.