Michael's Point Of View ~

Location, in the bedroom. 

After our trip into oblivion as we looked at the stars, returning from a lesson of ancient history. Ella sat up once again to kiss me passionately. There was a pause all through her but . . I saw a part of her that wanted me right then and there it seemed. She stood up, taking my hand. And now, she stands in front of me. Seeming nervous. That glimpse of hesitation returning. I know Ella is concerned as she has told me this all before . . but there are times that it wasn't even needed. I would just look at her and I would already know. The room is dimly lit as only a single lamp is on. 

I walk towards her. 

I take a firm but very gentle hold. My hands on both of her cheeks, her face raised slightly to match my height. Our stare is the same - passion filled. I want to drain any sense of concern out of her right now. Before I go any further with her. Her eyes show evidence of tears but I know she won't allow them to fall. Not just yet. I feel her hands come up suddenly, a sense of panic in her as she grips onto my shirt. Her fingers unbutton the top button of my shirt, then the second button, so her hands can get to my skin. I know what she is doing . . my poor girl. One hand firmly sits on my chest, her eyes look straight at mine once she feels my heart beating. 

A single tear falls, cascading down her cheek. 

I place my forehead against her gently. I drop my hands so they are by my side. 

"My heart, tell me what it feels like . . " 

I whisper to her. I watch her very closely as she stays still, thinking. But she hesitates. She goes to open her mouth to speak . . but then she doesn't. It's like she wishes to be honest, wishing to tell me of her concern but her mind is telling her to take it back. So, she is left speechless. 

"Ella, please look at me baby . . " 

"I am okay. Nothing bad will happen to me . . " 

My tone a whisper, still. She does before her eyes leave mine as she continues to think. To take in what I have just told her. It's like she believes me but she can't help but to feel the way she does. To think the way she thinks. To have constant fear of what if. She shallows softly. 

"It feels . . strong . . " 

She finally says. A smile spreading across her face. The sight makes me so happy . . that my heart beats even harder, faster because of this gleeful vision before me. Ella's hands still on my chest, my eyes on her as I wait for more of her reaction that I know will come. Her mouth open side as well as her eyes . . her face, she is so happy now. I can't describe how it makes me feel. 

"It is. It really is . . "

"Such a strong heart, Michael . . " 

A few tears falls down her cheeks, hopefully from the overwhelming joy she appears to be experiencing. She is on her tippy toes now so her lips hover over mine. Those green eyes of hers have changed . . there is no more evidence of concern. Instead, it's replaced with lust. My hands on her face once again as I lean in that tiny bit more so that my lips are on hers. She accepts. Ella walks backwards until her back gently thumps against the wall. The kiss more passionate each second that passes by. My hands automatically are placed under her thighs, lifting her up. Her legs wrap around my waist. I'm not breaking the kiss. 

No way. 

Her arm is around my shoulders. Her other hand is place on my neck, just under my jawline. The feeling of those fingers of hers faintly tickle the skin on my neck softly, a sense of titillate erupts within me. I move and rather swiftly as it makes Ella wrap both of her arms securely around my neck. She is now laying down on her back, on the bed, underneath me. I'm on top of her. my eyes stare at Ella, hoping that they tell her that I really am okay. 

I'm strong now. 

I lean down, kissing her. Her hands resting on my chest as she kisses me back. 

"Relax Ella . . please baby . . " 

I whisper to her. Knowing her hands always find my chest. I have noticed, it's a habit that she always does now since my operation. I just need to make sure she knows the truth, nothing is going to happen to me. I sit up, taking my shirt and pants off until I'm completely naked before her. Ella is sitting up on her elbows, just watching me. Before I toss my pants away, a condom is taken out. My movements slow. Concise . . as a part of me is waiting for Ella to take it all back as her fear, her hesitation will get in the way. If it does, I don't care. I just want Ella to be comfortable. To know that by doing an act such as this . . will not put me in any kind of danger. I watch her continuously. Just waiting. But she doesn't. Instead, her clothes start coming off too. Her bra is no longer on her body as well as her panties . . her fingers hold on the fabric, sliding it down the smooth skin of her legs before they too are thrown into disregard. 

She lays down on her back once again. 

I position myself on top of her. 

"You okay? . . " I ask her softly. 

Her fingers brush my large curl aside, biting her lip softly. 

"I am. I'm okay . . " She tells me, with a smile. 

My dick is already pointed straight at her pussy as her legs are spread wide for me. I enter her. Her hands grab onto my arms as I do so. She is incredibly tight but so wet. Her soft moans are heard as I am now completely inside her. I sit there for a few seconds before I go that tiny bit faster and faster with each passing second. 

"Hmm. Oh Michael . . " 

It has been a whole year since I had Ella is this way. To have my skin against hers. To be as close as I am now to her. To feel her . . all of her once again. It has been so long. Her warm skin makes mine burst into flames. Her breasts bounce with every thrust I make. It is just the fact that I'm touching Ella this way after so long . . it's unbelievable. It's such an emotional thing as I remember thinking to myself as I lay almost dying in the hospital bed that maybe, just maybe, I may never receive what I desperately need. And now, to have that come true. 

I am so thankful. 

Words don't seem to be enough. 

My lips attach to her neck. I go even faster and faster. Our bodies heating up quickly. She wishes to speak . . but she can't as my movements make her powerless to do so. So instead, a hand of hers comes up to rest on my damp cheek. Her eyes open . . but barely. They seem to speak to me as her voice can't be formed. 

Sweat dripping off us. 

Our breathing heavy. 

"I'm okay. I . . hmm I feel amazing, baby . . " 

Her hand loosely falls down my cheek, down my neck to come back once more to my chest. Right on my heart. I smile as I know she is doing her best to feel the exact amount of strength I now have after receiving such an incredible gift. Can she feel it? I don't know. But I know I can. I feel it beating so fast inside me. However, it's a rhythm that isn't worrisome . . but one that is strong and incredibly healthy. Ella mouth open, her eyes shut. She is close . . so close. Her arms around me as her head falls back. 

She finishes. 

" . . Mi . . oh Michael . . " She whispers, a breathless tone. 

I finish, filling up the condom. I collapse onto Ella, but not all my weight of course. My head buries into her damn neck. My hair sticking to her skin as hers is out, spiralled all around her. I feel as her fingers draw down my back gently. Hmm. It's such a soothing feeling after such a bodily act. My stomach has aggression as it move up and down, breathing heavily still. Same as Ella's as I feel hers underneath mine. Time has passed now, a lot it seems. So I lift my head up to look down at Ella. She feels me hovering over her face . . opening her eyes. They are so tired. Both of ours are. I lean down to kiss her. Her lips in perfect sync with mine as she kisses me back. It's so soft . . so slow. Her hand back onto my chest. It makes me chuckle. 

She nods her head softly as she feels. 

"Still strong . . " She states with a smile, biting her lip. 

She is happy and I'm hoping now, convinced. I pull out of her, taking the condom off and placing it into the bin in the bathroom. I come back as I see Ella laying on her side. Her eyes closed. She looks so peaceful. I'm very happy to see her so calm. I hop into bed, laying on my back. My arm out and raised up immediately so Ella can snuggle right in next to me. She doesn't question, moving towards me straight away. Her head on my chest and arm on my stomach. Her finger nails glide over my stomach and chest. But then, she feels it. She has found it. Well, it can't be missed. It is something we both know is there but Ella hasn't wished to approach it yet . . not wanting to be so fiercely reminded. Not in such a confronting way. Her head doesn't leave me . . only moving it to look where she is feeling. This time, her finger tips so very gently trace over it. 

Over my scar. 

I'm left worried. What is Ella thinking right now? What if Ella regrets what we have just done to then think that we shouldn't have done it . . but to have waited a little longer. My concerns remain untold as I think to myself, deciding to just wait until Ella speaks. 

"There it is . . "

"It's ugly, isn't it? . . " I state. 

" . . no. It's beautiful . . " 

I can't help but to release a single chuckle. "I don't think so . . " 

"Hey . . " 

Ella says softly after she lifts her head up this time to look at me. I look at her, right in the eyes. 

"It's there because it saved your life. It's beautiful . . " 

Our voices in a whisper. She leans in to me so her lips find mine again. Her finger tips never leaving my scar. 

to be continued.