Michael Cox

MORNING CAME HARD
and fast.
The blackened ink which had stained the sky dissipated, wanting to give way to something new. Something good. Something right. Michael disentangled himself from Addilyn’s legs and arms. He looked down at her, her breathing barely noticeable as her chest did a small rise and fall. Her hair sprinkled over the softness of the pillow, hugging the ridges and her cheek dented the middle. She was perfect. In more ways than one. Not ready to leave the bed, he pressed up against her, remembering their night in the office. It had been a long time since he felt this way with a woman. An even longer time since he’d woken up, and not want to run away from the body lying next to him. He pulled her closer. Addilyn moaned in her sleep but fell back against him. He lifted her legs, pushed them apart and entered her. Her eyes were half opened, but she was smiling.

She arched her back and allowed him to take her.
Michael reached around and gripped her throat as his strokes went deeper. She placed hers against his keeping it in place. He liked that she was not fragile. He slid in and out of her, making slushing sounds which drove him to the point of insanity. He buried his face in her hair, breathing her in and loving her…loving her.

He kissed the back of her neck and shoulders, feeling the way her skin was butter against his, and the way she pushed her ass back to meet his thrusts. She was moaning, he was panting, her skin was hot and flushed, and his member felt good as she flexed around him. He tried to hold himself back, but the release shot out as his body curved around hers.
The seconds ticked by, one biting stroke at a time.

The first lick of fear hit his belly, but he pulled her tighter into his arms, wanting to tell her. Needing to say it, so she would know and never doubt him again. But if he did, it would make it real. And if it was real, it would be all the more devastating when he lost her.

For the second time that morning, he disentangled from her. She would hate him for this. He would not blame her. Careful not to wake her, Michael dragged his pants on and ran the belt through the loops. His white shirt, crushed from the night before, went on easily and he did up a few buttons.

On tip-toes he went to the door, even managed to open it, but the next bout of fear made him look back. On impulse, he raced back to the bed and planted a soft kiss on her exposed cheek. She stirred and purred into his affection but did not open her eyes.

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