Never Give Up - Heidi Lis Page 0,49
your room. So many memories.” I let my words trail off, not sure how to finish that thought. I want this moment, and I hate myself for reacting this way right now. I need this, so my tears have to stop or else I’ll ruin it.
Leaning forward, his finger wipes a stray tear. “You need to be reminded what it feels like to be loved by me, pretty girl. I worship you Elsa, always have. If your dad had told me how to get in touch with you, I would have.” The desperation in his eyes tell me he’s telling the truth. All the possibilities of what could have been flashed before my eyes.
That is why my story will have to wait for a more appropriate time, not when I’m about to reconnect with the love of my life. I have a failsafe anyway, I’m on the pill. When I tell Micah about our baby, I’ll make him understand why I waited to tell him.We need this moment, we need tonight. The minute he brought up my parents, my mind got angry. Tomorrow, I’m going to pay them a visit. Messing with my life again, proves one thing, they don’t give a shit about me. They of all people knew how important Micah was to me. They should have told me, given me the choice to see him or not. Once again, they took that choice away from me. Well, this shit has to end.
He is watching me carefully, just being patient, wiping my tears and placing kisses on my shoulder. Leaning into him, a long sigh parts my lips. “I have things I need to tell you. Soon, but I can’t right now.” Pulling back he looks in my eyes, searching maybe wondering what I need to tell him, but right now he’s not asking. He’s nodding like he understands. Our eyes stay locked on one another as he laces our fingers together and raises our arms above my head. He’s holding me to him, using his body to worship my trembling one. Micah nuzzles my neck, and he licks my jaw beckoning for my lips.
“I can’t hold back El, I need you now.” Blowing his hot breaths against my body, he finishes with the condom. In record time, Micah is sheathed, lining himself up and inching his way in while he stretches his whole body above mine. His face rests over mine, and his eyes are commanding. Withdrawing just enough, the next push is more urgent, more forceful and finally he’s all the way home.
My erratic pants are hard to control. The sting of being stretched and adjusting to the fullness of him, takes me to the edge bordering on pain, but there is so much pleasure. I can’t help but close my eyes tight. I’m deepening my breaths, controlling the painful sensations to absorb all of his pleasure.
I faintly hear Micah’s sweet pleadings in my ear. “Baby look at me. I need you to look at me.”
Feeling him, and hearing him is my slice of heaven. My lips drift open at the same time my eyes do. And we gaze into one another’s eyes as he gently slides back inside. The feeling of him sliding, in and out of me, filling and stretching me is so very hard to put into words.
“You feel so good. Elsa, no one has ever made me feel the way you do. No one ever held a candle to you, only you make me feel like this. It’s home baby—you’re my fucking home.” He whispers, kissing, licking and nibbling at my tender skin behind my ear.
When I said all the years ago, he was my soulmate, hell yes, I meant it. Who the hell says these things if they weren’t a part of your soul? Eyes glazed, totally in tune with one another, I take his hands in mine holding on tightly as I buck my hips upward, silently letting him know that I need him deeper.
“Hell yes baby, move with me. Come on pretty girl, show me how much you have missed me.” Each time he thrusts forward my moans increase. It’s pure heaven.
His enticing words have me on edge, and the urge to let loose is overwhelming.
I cry out. “It feels so good, Micah. I fucking lov…” I stutter, realizing what was naturally going to escape from my lips.
“Tell me Elsa. Tell me what I want to hear!” He’s tense, buried all the way inside of me. Holding my hands,