he had on my pinkie. Some of his frustration evaporated but he was still on edge. I watched and paid particular attention to the connection between us.
I still felt connected. “Michael, do you still feel connected? Tell me what you are feeling?”
“I think we need to go back to the stateroom and try something else. I’m feeling exasperated and on the verge of anger.”
He didn’t answer my question. The hair went up on the back of my neck. Something was wrong. Did I screw everything up with that stupid kiss back?
Putting my hand on his, I stood. “So, let’s go.” I said as I pulled him up.
We took care of the remains of the lunch stuff.
We stood at the door of his stateroom after the lunch chore was handled looking at each other and then we looked at the pushed together beds.
“You are going to talk to me aren’t you? Do you have something in mind to do while we’re in here?”
I had a bunch of questions that I’d like him to answer but I’d be satisfied if he just responded to those two.
“We should try the kiss back on you even if it won’t be a surprise and you have already experienced it.”
He continued.
“What I’m feeling is a loss. I need this for you. I need to please you and I am frustrated that I am not allowed to. Can’t we try?”
Trying wouldn’t be bad except we didn’t know what the connect would do.
“Are you saying that we are now out of balance?”
I wanted to understand what was happening with him so that I could be part of the solution.
“That’s exactly what I’m saying.”
“Ok, do you think you can remember what I did to you for the kiss back?”
“I say we try and if it doesn’t work we try again and if it still doesn’t work, then we try again and so on and so on.”
He was wound up and maybe a bit out of control. I surmised that Michael was partially disconnected and needed a stronger connection to maintain any kind of calm. Did the kiss back do that? Everything I assumed had become suspect.
“This’d be another experiment and one with all kinds of issues.”
I was pensive and trying to figure it all out. It seemed as there were so many more things to consider and to worry about. When experimenting, it’s important to chronicle every step or things get out of control.
“Michael, our control has improved but if we go off half cocked we may lose all of what we have gained. I think we need to protect the control we have managed to garner and look at this emergence of change and add it to our collective knowledge.”
“Oh crap, Helen, I can’t think like a scientist right now. I can hardly think and all I’m thinking about is releasing some of my pent up appreciation on you. I am going to explode if I can’t let loose of some of it right now.”
After seeing the pained look on Michael’s face I walked to the pushed together beds and brought Michael with me – actually he followed like a puppy. As I crawled onto the bed, I was holding Michael’s hand inviting him to join me. Another look into his eyes showed a different emotion; he adored me. If his eyes could they would be caressing me with sweet endearments. As it was, they made me blush – I mean come on, nobody deserves that kind of fervor. I guess he really liked the kiss back.
I didn’t want to actually throw caution to the wind; I wanted to make things right and I was pretty sure that if we just started experimenting without thinking it through, we could put things more out of balance.
“Michael, as I think about our balance and the changes that kiss back may have caused, I join you in thinking that showing me your appreciation is a good idea, a viable idea, and an idea that must be chronicled.”
I watched his face as my words were digested. His eyes focused on me in dedication and support - made me want to cry again.
Looking into his eyes stopped my breath; I wanted to lunge at him and be lost in our connection. But, I was thinking of the success of that experiment. Could his appreciation balance the connection? When would we know to stop? Would Michael know?
I must have looked like I was ready to Michael because he slid his body down the side of mine until his lips were at my ear.
“Thank you,” he whispered, his breath sent shivers down my spine.
Starting to give him some instruction regarding the kiss back but when our eyes met he shook his head and put one finger on my lips. I didn’t know sign language but that was pretty clear.
My eyes were smiling at Michael; his intention shining in his eyes. Why would I want that to ever end? It was clear that he wanted his appreciation to take on a lot of different forms.
I thought, “I’m about to go for a ride; everything will be fine. This sweet fellow adores me.”
Just as my patience was about to fray and I couldn’t bare him being so close with the aim to kiss me he made his move with the right amount of strategy and urgency.
Our faces were aligned; we stared into each other’s eyes. Like magic we were drawn together so that our lips met ever so softly, tender enough to break your heart. We both inhaled deeply; the rewarding scent was toping on the cake. Michael claimed my mouth as his own. I was transported to some far away place where I could feel everything, all my senses on alert. The urge to put my hands on him was more difficult to control than one would imagine. He, on the other hand was quite controlled - every move deliberate and measured.
I couldn’t say exactly how it happened but we were enveloped by some kind of invisible binding. When the wave hit, it was like a slow electric pulse that rippled down our bodies radiating from our lips and traveling through to our extremities. We leaned into each other, both of us moaning in appreciation. I wrapped my arms around him in order to hold on.
“Oh my God, Michael.”
My words were part of the ride. The pulsing began for real. The feelings were so intense I remember thinking I was coming apart at the seams as the vibrations undulated through the core of me. The pleasure was so exquisite it was nearly painful. I began to understand why Michael was so urgent in his request to please me. He was pleasing me beyond and back again. Just when I thought the ride was at an end, the feelings would swell and the pulsing began again. The rise and fall of that climax left us completely spent.
Was the balance back? Don’t know how it could be as Michael was pleasured as much as I was. The kiss back was extraordinary and the information I’d been given turned out to be erroneous, well if you have the connect on your side, I’m pleased to report.
Michael collapsed on the bed next to me. We were both breathing hard and in harmony. I felt his twinkling eyes on me, smiling at me and with me as he brought my hand to his face to brush my knuckles with his gifted lips. It was obvious that he was pleased with himself and wanted me to tell him how it was for me.
We just smiled at each other for a few minutes while I gathered my thoughts. I wanted to give him a good
