make some lunch. I kind of want to see if I can walk, my body feels like rubber.”
“You don’t feel like rubber to me.”
Michael said as he gripped both of my butt cheeks one in each hand and squeezed while pulling me tighter to him.
I was barely able to get the words out of my mouth as the passion began to mount.
“I’m going to make you fuck me if you don’t stop igniting the reconnect and you know what that will do to my principles.”
Michael held me tight and we decompressed. When he could, he couldn’t help himself but he had to make fun of me.
“So you’re going to make me fuck you, are you?” He said as he laughed.
“You know it wouldn’t take much encouragement. I’m ready right now.”
“Yes, I can feel your readiness and I like it.” I said shamelessly.
“Now, would you relax a moment so that we can go see to lunch, ok?”
“I don’t think I can; I’m a bit too far gone,” Michael said.
“Oh, isn’t that nice,” I said and separated my legs to allow him greater access and a greater simulation of the real thing as he fit swimmingly cradled between my thighs. Then I brazenly moved my hips into him as I covered his mouth with my lips, slipping my tongue in to taste him in the same movement. His taste made me groan for the need of him and his reaction was every bit as intense and needy.
“Oh Christ,” he cried out as the wave hit us first with the heat and then the sparks started popping. The pressure on my skin brought me again to our day in Sandy’s pool just as another wave rose from our genitals to meet the opening pores and sparks as they joined the party going on inside. The explosions tiny but intense circulated in each of us and around us and through us and somehow reignited on their own enough times that to know the actual count was impossible. We’d have to talk about that episode; it left us each completely sated and relaxed, well after a pretty long decompression time.
When words were available to us we discussed the episode and I confessed to him.
“I’d walk on hot coals everyday for the rest of my life if I could count on having that experience every now and again. Truly, there’s no pain I couldn’t endure. Again I thank you, my love.”
Michael held me tenderly, kissed my forehead but said nothing.
On the way to the kitchen and our much anticipated hot sandwiches we stopped in the ‘Pinky bank’ to pack a bowl to have either before or after lunch.
Preparing lunch was comfortable, easy, and enjoyable. Michael’s odd humor was back entertaining me and showing me love. We were a superb team in the kitchen as we were every where else. I felt golden around him. We enjoyed our lunch in the dining room sitting facing each other. Drinking him in with my eyes was more important to me than satisfying my need for food and sitting opposite him allowed me to do both and receive a bit of the reconnect on a minute by minute basis, to boot.
We had much to discuss as it turned out, something Michael was more aware of than me, as a matter of fact; I wasn’t aware of anything that needed discussing unless it had something to do with making him happy. I was totally in the ‘appreciation and gratitude’ mode of our relationship and that’s exactly where I wanted to stay – yes because it also met my own need – we did have a symbiotic relationship, after all. I was satisfied and happy while wrapped in the reconnect. It was all good, again.
Sipping on the reheated coffee, I’d had enough to eat and took pleasure in watching Michael enjoy the Monte Cristo. Before he reached for the portion of sandwich that I left on my plate, Michael was maybe a bit annoyed.
“Instead of staring at me you could tell me some stuff.”
“Does it bother you for me to look at you?”
God, I hoped that wasn’t the case.
“Nobody likes to be watched while they eat,” he said, flatly.
“If it gave you this much pleasure to watch me eat, I’d be all about it; you can be sure.”
Like I mentioned I was deep in the ‘appreciation and gratitude’ mode of our relationship.
“But, of course, if it bothers you; what stuff would you like me to talk about?”
“Hum, let’s see.”
Michael mumbled with his mouth partially full. Before he spoke, he took the time to chew and swallow.
“Tell me about the family and whatever you have going in your life, ok?”
“Ok,” I said, “I’ll start with the kids.”
I sighed to gather my thoughts and to inhale the scent of him which I knew would assist me in being articulate.
“Ollie is going to finish his degrees in New York; he only has another semester and then he’ll finish his dissertation to get his masters. He’s getting a place with Mattie so they can share expenses and their lives. Their decisions lay ahead of them and I’m sure they’ll make some surprising ones.”
“Kevin and Kathy are planning a backpacking trip through Europe and have filled me with facts and statistics about each of their planned destinations and more useless information that could only be of value to a ‘Jeopardy’ contestant. But watching their excitement grow has been a sweet gift of pride for what fine individuals they’ve turned out to be.”
“Margaret fixed up the cottage that sits in the south three acres of this property and is going to school. She’s majoring in ‘Journalism’. Sometimes she joins me for dinner, so maybe we’ll see her this evening. For sure she’ll be here for Sunday dinner so you’ll get to see how radiantly happy she is.”
“Henry has turned his back on me completely though I hear about him from the kids sometimes. I lost the struggle with the Catholic Church to keep our family house and believe it or not, the IRS came after me for his back taxes. I think I have it all straightened out now. The entire experience wasn’t good but there is light at the end of the tunnel.”
Michael stopped before he ate the last bites of the sandwich to ask.
“Baby, do your kids hate me for not coming around?”
“No,” I said.
“Why would they hate you?”
“You did tell them about us?”
He wanted to know what I’d told them about him.
“No, Michael, my love for you is for you and me only and I covet it with the deepest of privacy, no Michael.”
It was incredulous to me that he didn’t know me better.
Michael put his hands up after cleaning them with his napkin to halt me from saying anything more.
“Baby, you continue to amaze me. You’re not like any other person I’ve ever known.”
It was somehow
