Rys pushed my head into her swollen pussy, and I obliged, boring in and lapping at her, tasting and savouring her essence as I worked her up. When I flicked her stiff little button she almost bucked me off, a spray of her sweet juices drenching my tongue as she came in an incoherent, gabbling frenzy, the pulses of orgasm convulsing her pussy again and again, until she finally slumped back, flushed and sated.
“Oh my God, Mikey, I never… it was never… oh God that was wonderful!” she breathed, tangling her fingers in my hair and combing my hair with her fingers, “Now come here, it’s your turn, baby!”
I hovered over her, my cock harder than it had ever been, my head full of the knowledge I was finally going to fuck the girl I’d always loved. Carys aimed me and slowly guided me in; God, she was tight! I slowly moved into her, taking my time and not rushing her, while she stretched to accommodate me; I don’t have a giganto-dick, but she’d not had sex in several years, so I didn’t want to hurry her, rather I let her take it at her own pace, but eventually I was fully embedded in her. We made love slowly, but with lots of kissing and words of love, she was the girl I loved and I wasn’t going to fuck her, no, I would only ever make love to her, she was far too precious to me for anything else.
She loved the slow pace, I could feel her coming again and again, until I couldn’t hold back any longer so I started to withdraw, but she stopped me.
“It’s okay, Mikey, I’m protected, come inside me, I want to feel you inside me!”
That opened the floodgates and once again I came like a fire-hose, endless spurts of spunk hosing into her, filling her the way she wanted, feeling her coming at the feel of me coming inside her.
I slumped down, almost too tired for words, but not so tired that I couldn’t pull her to me, run my hands over her sleek back, her firm, plush buttocks, her slim , sexy thighs, and kiss her as I fondled her delectable breasts. We dozed off in each other’s arms, but that didn’t end the night for us; three more times during the night we woke and made love again, sealing that bond we’d always had with the gift to each other of our bodies. When we finally fell asleep in the grey pre-dawn, we were fully sated, and finally, permanently connected in an unbreakable bond.
Carys:
Making love to Mikey finally brought my life into focus; setting him up and surprising him at the awards dinner had been fun, but it wasn’t until I actually kissed him that I realised just how fully committed I was to making this work. Mikey made sense to me in a way Max never had, he’d loved me unconditionally my entire life; he was really who I married, not Max Elliot, and my marriage had failed because I’d never committed to Max the way I had always been committed to Mikey, I saw that now.
The one constant in my life, the one permanent fixture in my entire existence, was Mikey, always fixing things, making it better, and making it work. In every way that mattered, Mikey was my husband, he always had been, and that was why Max had never really stood a chance; I married him because I couldn’t marry Mikey, I saw that now, and then I tried to fit him into a Mikey-shaped mould in my head. Of course it hadn’t worked, because with the best will in the world Max couldn’t be Mikey, he’d never measure up in my mind, so I’d let him go; the failure of my marriage was my fault, because Mikey was always top of mind, not Max.
And so this night, the awards dinner, that was when I chose to finally reveal to Mikey what I could feel coming back off him in waves; he wanted me as much as I wanted him, I could see it, bloody Hell I could taste it, and the dinner was the turning point, the end of all the pretence and procrastination, all the dithering around because no-one knew how to take that first step…
Making love all night with Mike, my Mikey, was perfection personified; Mike is a gentle, generous lover, and he coaxed responses out of my body that Max had never managed; it must be true; making love where true love is involved makes all the difference in the world. All I know is, Mikey took me to places I’d never been before, and he kept doing it. When I finally slept, it was secure in the knowledge that my own true love had taken my heart and kept it next to his. Now of course came the hard bit: keeping it from mum and dad until we could come up with a way to make it work. Finn and Lara were still far too young to care, as far as they knew Mikey was just another part of their family, but I knew for certain damned sure mum and dad were not going to be so blase and easily accepting.
We had a day and another night in London, so Mikey took me and showed me around our capital city, from lunch in Chinatown to a flight on the London Eye to riding on the tube-trains to snacking at ‘Yo! Sushi’ and rummaging around Camden Market. That night he unveiled another surprise: tickets to see ‘Jersey Boys’ at a dinner-theatre in the West End of London, so we got to eat and sing along with all the classic 60’s songs of Franki Valli.
By the time we got back to the hotel I was feeling very mellow and amorous, and sure enough, Mikey didn’t disappoint; there’s only so much a girl can take, but when it came to Mikey I was nowhere near that limit, and so we made love, and, not to put too fine a point on it, fucked like a pair of sex-starved baboons all night long! Mikey brings out the worst (best!) in me, and making love all night with my man was the pinnacle of my weekend. I was feeling quite wistful when the car came by the hotel to pick us up. Spending time with Mikey with no real purpose in mind, just enjoying each other was, I knew, going to be a rare and exciting opportunity; once the daily rounds of life kicked back in times like these were going to be few and far between, so all the more reason to savour them while we could. Mikey and I held each other close, made out, even snoozed a little in each other’s arms on that long drive home, squeezing the last drops of pleasure out of what had been our biggest adventure so far.
Back home, and life slipped back into our work-life routine, but with a twist; Mikey had converted the top floor of his office loft complex into a large, self contained three-bedroom apartment, which meant I didn’t have to rush the kids home at the end of day and get into their routine of tea, bath, jammies, bed, rather, we converted one of the bedrooms into a nursery-playroom, so if it got late for any reason, we had a home away from home. What that meant practically was that, to all intents and purposes, Mikey and I were shacked-up and the kids were living with us. Of course, we went home on a regular basis, we didn’t want mum and dad getting suspicious, but they were just gratified that Mikey was so solicitous of my own work-life balance with the children that he’d made his home available to us.
We might have continued to float along with this arrangement indefinitely but then daddy got some bad news; he had a pronounced heart murmur, and he was forced to retire. Three weeks to the day after he retired he was out shopping in Telford with mummy when he started complaining of terrible heartburn, mummy made him sit down and called for help, but it was too late; daddy passed away from a massive heart attack in the seating area in the middle of the Telford Centre.
We were devastated; daddy had been the centre of our world since forever, when Mikey needed advice he went to daddy, never mind that he was a well-known and well-respected architect in his own right, daddy always had a fresh viewpoint and some sharp, insightful questions to make him think. My loss was just as immediate; mummy and daddy babysat Finn and Lara regularly, I saw them at least two or three times a week, to have him torn away from me was almost more than I could bear. Mummy was devastated; she and daddy had known each other since they were thirteen years old, they started dating in secondary school, they got married when they left school, but finished university and got their careers on track, daddy in manufacturing and mummy in local government before they started trying to have children, so they were in their late twenties when Mikey came along, then me four years later.
Mummy and daddy had been together nearly thirty-five years, they were their first loves, and now daddy was gone; poor mummy was broken-hearted, she’d lost her first and only love, her greatest and best friend in the world, and she was inconsolable.
I moved back to Leominster to be with mummy; it didn’t seem right to be doing what I was doing with Mikey while mummy stayed alone with her grief. Mikey completely understood, he’d been about to suggest the same thing; mummy needed me and the children more than he did, his own happiness meant nothing while our mum was suffering alone. I loved him even more for that, but he was right; right then and there, mummy needed me more than he did, so I left.
The funeral was as bad as I thought it would be; both mummy and daddy came from small families, and they’d both been only-children, so there were no uncles, aunts, or cousins to fill the pews, just family friends and work colleagues, and Mikey and me to mourn daddy’s passing. Mummy collapsed at the graveside, her emotions finally got the better of her, and she had to be admitted to one of the Spire psychiatric units because of her extreme depression. Mikey and me stayed away from each other by mutual agreement during this sad, dark time; life was complicated enough for mummy without risking her recovery by jeopardising it with our relationship; it sucked, we both felt it deeply, but we had to do what was best for mummy, even if it meant I was literally climbing the walls and going out of my mind with need for my Mikey.
Mummy’s recovery and ascent out of depression was slow and tortuous, two steps forward and one step back was the pace of change, but we stuck to our guns; nothing was more important to both of us than that that we got mummy back in one piece; no sacrifice seemed too great if that was the payoff. What we didn’t count on was just how unbalanced mummy had become; on the surface she was if not calm, at least accepting, but underneath it was a different story. The clinics and the psychiatrists never really drilled down too deeply into what was really going on with her, nor did they pick up any hint of just how much turmoil she really was in under the surface; daddy was her world, and losing him had destroyed her world and sent her spiralling downwards. She became quieter, even more withdrawn, retreating into her head every chance she got; I would listen outside her room as she chatted, laughed, and chuckled with daddy, told him about her day. I tried to get her doctors to take more notice of what was happening to her, but all they could suggest was even more zombie drugs, and God knew she was on enough of them. Thankfully Mikey had installed a locking drug cabinet in the house and only he and I had the keys, because I didn’t like to even contemplate what would happen if she decided one night to go for broke and swilled a cocktail of some of those high-tension pills.