Page 84 of Loving the Enemy
Chapter 33
Michael
I walk down the hallway to my room and quietly step inside. The room is dark, and moonlight is shining through the window. It silhouettes Zaira’s body as she lies on her side, facing away from me. Making as little noise as possible, I walk toward the bed. I can tell by her breathing she’s asleep. I guess I waited too long to come to bed. I really should let her sleep. I stand there for a few minutes and just watch her. She’s so fucking beautiful, and I thank God every day that she came back to me.
I don’t know how long I stand there watching her but decide that even though I’ve had a shit day and I need her, I don’t have the heart to wake her. I turn to make my way into the bathroom when I hear, “Michael, Is that you?”
I stop and wait to see if she is really awake or if she is talking in her sleep.
“Michael?” She pauses for a brief moment and says, “Please don’t go.”
Now I know she’s awake, and leaving her alone is not an option any more.
I turn back toward the bed. Her back is still facing me, and for a second, I think perhaps she’s not awake. I want her to be awake so badly, I can’t help myself, and I answer her by saying, “Hey, beautiful.”
She turns to face me, lying on her other side. I can barely make out her features, but the look on her face tells me she is happy to see me. She is fucking perfect, and she’s all mine. I feel my jeans getting tighter as my dick grows hard from just looking at her. She reaches down to the covers and moves them aside, inviting me to join her.
“How did you know I was here?” I asked her curiously.
“Your cigar,” she whispers.
“Is it that strong? I put it out a while ago.”
“Oh, no. It’s sexy,” she says, clarifying her last remark. “Next to your aftershave, it’s my favorite smell in the whole world.”
“Hmmm, I think I like that.” I sit on the bed next to her and brush the curls away from her face. “You’re beautiful, baby. You know that?”
She smiles. “I know. But instead of you telling me how beautiful I am, I would rather you get in this bed with me and show me how much you have missed me. You’ve been so busy with work the last couple of days. I need you, Michael.”
With her words, I get up from the bed and remove my clothes, my eyes never leaving hers as she watches me intently. When I’m fully undressed, I crawl into bed next to her. Her body is soft and warm. I pull her into my arms and hold her. She is my everything, and I know now my life is complete.
“God I’ve missed you,” I say as she nuzzles into my neck.
“I’m still waiting, Michael,” she states.
“What are you waiting for, my love?” I ask curiously.
“Really? Do I have to spell it out for you?” She slowly runs her hand down the length of my naked body, and suddenly my dick—before my brain—realizes what she’s talking about. It doesn’t take my brain long to figure out what she wants now.
“Are you going to keep me waiting?” she asks, and I can’t help but laugh.
Her words ignite a fire in me, and I have to have her, but before I can take control of the situation, she crawls on top of me. With a knee on each side of my hips, she bends down and licks my bottom lip before devouring my mouth. Her tongue is warm and wet, and it only makes me want her more.
When she is done kissing me, she sits up and pulls her baby-doll nighty over her head, exposing her bare chest. Her breasts are perfect. I sit up, bringing her body closer to mine, which allows me to suck on her nipples. She moans and then she demands, “Harder, baby!”
What. The. Fuck!I hadn’t thought my dick could get any harder, but her words prove me wrong. As my lady commands, I suck harder. She’s in a trance, totally lost in the pleasure I’m giving her.I bet I could make her come by just sucking on her tits.
At that point, however, her moans are my undoing, and I can’t take any more. I’ve got to be in control. I roll her off me and position myself on top. She’s lying on the bed underneath me, looking at me with hunger in her eyes. I feel so much love for her. I lean down close and whisper in her ear, “I love you.”
I kiss her softly on her neck as my cock slides slowly into her sweet pussy. I move as slowly as I can because I wanted to savor this moment. I want to feel every inch as I push into her.
She’s so fucking tight, and her pussy clamps onto my dick like a vise. I feel as if I am going to explode. I have to stop. I draw out of her slowly and wait before I slide back in. Carefully, I push into her again, trying desperately to keep control of my movements. I continue this several times, and I swear she clenches my dick tighter each time. I’m quickly losing control, and I think she is too.
“Tell me, Zaira. Tell me what you feel.”
Without hesitation or questioning, she responds, “I love you, Michael.”
“And?”
