Page 53 of Their Stormy Reunion

His hand covered mine, and I stopped, but not before I swiped a drop of pre-cum off the tip of his penis and sucked it into my mouth.

“Jesus, are you trying to kill me?” he groaned.

I slowly grinned. “What if I am?”

“Then I’ll die happy.”

“Fuck me, Michael. I need you inside me.”

He grimaced. “Dammit, Fallon. I don’t have anything to protect you with. I didn’t come to this house with anything more in mind than helping out. I don’t have any condoms with me.”

“I’m on the pill,” I quickly inserted. Fat lot of good it did for me. The last time I’d had sex with somebody without a condom had been Michael. But when I’d tried to come off the medicine it screwed too much with my hormones.

He stroked his knuckles down the side of my cheek. I shuddered at his gentle touch. “We have physicals with the fire department. I haven’t been with anyone since my last physical which was clean,” he whispered. Then his lip curled slightly. “Hell, I haven’t been with anyone since the last three physicals.”

I was shocked, but I didn’t ask any questions, I just answered in kind. “I’m clean, and it’s been a long time for me, too.”

Michael put his knee down on the bed and scooched me into the middle, then he lay down beside me. His lips met mine, and I was back to a world ripe with bold colors. A world that only Michael Rankin had ever shown me.

He was infinitely careful as he pulled down my pajama shorts and panties, making sure not to hurt my injured ankle as he slipped them off, and then threw them over his shoulder.

“God, you’re even more beautiful than I remember, Fallon.”

The admiration shining in his eyes made me melt even more. How could I have gone on so long without Michael in my life?

How could I have forgotten how much Fallon liked to be touched?

I trailed my hand from her uninjured foot and up her leg, to brush against the silky hair covering her mound. She shifted her other leg, and soon I saw the glistening welcome on her folds. I traced my fingers along the seam of her sex and she let out a hiss of pleasure as she spread her legs even wider.

“Sunshine, keep your leg on the pillow. Okay?”

“Fuck the pillow, I’ll keep my leg elevated tomorrow.”

I stifled a laugh and lifted my hand away from her.

“Not fair, Michael. Keep touching me.”

“Keep your leg elevated, and I’ll keep touching you,” I teased.

Fallon rolled her eyes at me, then positioned her leg back into the center of the pillow and tugged my hand back between her legs, then reached toward my cock. I batted her hand away.

“Uh-uh. You don’t get to play with me, until I’m done playing with you.”

What’s more, if she touched me, I’d go off like a thirteen-year-old-boy with his first porno magazine.

“Well, hurry up, then.”

I barked out a laugh. There wasn’t one thing about this woman that wasn’t wonderful.

Wasn’t lovable.

I parted the lips of her sex and pushed two fingers in, fast and deep.

“Ahhhh!” she moaned.

So slick.

So tight.