Fill My Empty Spaces

Part 4 - I Want You

Michael suddenly heard her play the piano and took that as a good sign. He sat in front of his laptop and realized he had drifted away when the music woke him up. It was obvious she was letting something out as she was playing quite aggressively and he debated whether to check on her. Before he was able to make a decision the music stopped.

It was quiet as if everyone in the house held their breaths and stopped doing their chores when she walked past his back and sat down across the corner of the kitchen table he was sitting by. Her hair was a mess, as if she had been pulling her hands through it for hours. She smelled of something flowery and sweet, and she only wore a large crewneck and panties. Her bare thighs looked shimmery and soft like silk. With eyes focused on his, she held his gaze and her usually green lively eyes looked matted and tired. She tapped the wooden table with a finger and he looked down.

There it was. Two pink lines. He felt a shiver down his spine and looked up again and could barely see her face. He felt her hands on his shoulders.

"Mickey." Her voice was distant, yet so close it felt like it was inside his head. Her lips were pressed against his ear. Soft and gentle. Her hands caressed his cheeks and nape. "Babe."

"What is happening?" he said and held on to the table.

"I thought you were going to pass out."

"It's fantastic. Aren't you happy?" He wrapped his arms around her. She disappeared in his embrace and exhaled. It was so unreal. She had looked at that stick and it felt like a whole busload of bricks fell over her head. There was still an open window and a 1 % chance it was wrong. She had read that note up and down 20 times looking for loopholes. ONE percent.

"I could've been there," he whispered. "I love you so much."

Her voice was nasal and he felt how his sleeve turned wet when she replied, "I love you."

He let her go and she slipped off the chair and stood up. Her hand wrapped around two of his fingers and gently pulled him. She looked down at him and her eyes seemed to plead. "Will you please show me that I am a woman now?" she asked.

Upstairs Michael abruptly lifted her up and held her against the wall, his hands digging into her thighs. The feeling of a firm, fit and soft woman's body, her warmth and her full attention on his love. She let him guide her, but told him what she needed.

"I want you," she breathed against his ear and then ran her fingers through his hair and kissed him. She pulled shallow breaths through both her mouth and nose and he used his body to hold her up while he unbuttoned his shorts and used one hand to move her panties aside. He ran his fingers along her slit and felt how the lubricants started to flow. He sucked his fingers to taste her and then quickly moved his hand down between her legs again and easily inserted two fingers inside her.

His fingers were inside her, her juices all over them and she bucked her hips at him. Her lips were soft and full, sucking his. Her tongue inside his mouth. Melting with his, then hard and coarse. Hungrier. He took his fingers out and wrapped his hand around his shaft, made it wet and rubbed the precum over the head before he pressed it against her slit. She was tight, almost tense and hard to penetrate. Then it was like she relaxed and he sank inside her. Her breaths got deeper. Those first few strokes were always unmatched and he felt his knees hit the wall when he held her up. Her legs rested on his hips and his arms. His hands were cupped around her butt cheeks and lower back. His thrusts were hard and fast. She felt how his hands moved down and supported her as he rammed into her. Greedy fingers finding their way between her round ass cheeks, flicking against her butthole while his cock was driven deep inside her.

"You feel so good, Stef. Too good. I'm..." Muffled grunts through his teeth.

She noticed how he grew inside her, the change in his movements and how he leaned closer. His rapid breaths against her neck and how the warmth of his cum spread inside her. All she needed was a few more strokes, his middle finger suddenly slipped inside her butthole and she tilted her head back, felt her toes curl and her lower body spasming at the double stimulation. It was insane how he knew how to make her come so fast.

As he was catching his breath she slipped her feet down to the floor. His seed ran along the inside of her tanned, smooth thigh and she wiped it before it dripped on the floor and stuck two fingers inside her mouth. Their eyes met and she looked smug, as if she'd been caught doing something she shouldn't. She turned around, but he caught her and pushed her against the wall again while he kissed her nape and fondled her butt cheek.

"I love you so much," he whispered and held her waist.

"I know, babe. I love you too," she said and closed her eyes. Waiting for him to let her go.

"I'm gonna take a bath," she said eventually. Their eyes met briefly. It felt like there was something she wasn't telling him.

"You've already decided." Her hand slipped out of his as she moved away.

"No. I've not decided anything, but I can tell you that I'm constantly debating it in my head."

"It?"

"It as in things, for and against."

Michael huffed.

She continued, "I know what you want. I know you've made your decision. Now let me make mine. ...If I have to make one." She stepped out of her panties and pulled the sweater over her head. He watched her perfectly arched back, the narrow waist above her butt and her shoulders as she entered the bathroom and let the door close.

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