Total pages in book: 101
Estimated words: 95431 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 477(@200wpm)___ 382(@250wpm)___ 318(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 95431 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 477(@200wpm)___ 382(@250wpm)___ 318(@300wpm)
Once we are clean, he shuts the water off and steps out to grab a towel. He dries me off and wraps the towel around me, then wraps one around his waist.
I remove the cap and wrap from my hair and move to the mirror to oil my scalp and fix my locs. Michael brushes his teeth, then turns to lean his butt against the sink as he watches me.
“I remember when you first changed your hair. I thought it was pretty on you then. It is gorgeous on you now.”
“Thank you.”
“I remember once asking you why you changed your hair, but what made you choose that style?”
“It … I … I needed something I could manage on my own. Annabella never really knew how to care for my hair. Then there were the patches from my stimming.
“As a teenage girl, I started to think about my appearance more. It took a long time to decide on what to do, but I chose locs because, if needed, I could twist them to serve my stim.
“I’m just a lot more cognitive when I’ve placed the strands under too much tension. I thought the women in the photos who wore locs were pretty and fierce. It also tamed the mass of hair I had when it wasn’t damaged and ugly,” I say.
Michael moves to stand behind me. He gathers my hair and places it into the bun I keep it in for bed. He then kisses my shoulder and looks into my eyes through the mirror.
“There has never been anything ugly or damaged about you. I’m sorry I didn’t know how to take better care of you. I should have found someone to handle your hair and assist you with anything else you needed.
“If I could do it all over again, I would do so much differently. I would have given you so much more.”
I turn to face him. “You gave me everything I needed and so much more. You were my friend when I had none. You were a shoulder to cry on when life was so overwhelming and confusing. Michael, you have been my safe place. The reason I always want to do better.
“You are the reason I play music. The reason I breathe. The reason I always want to do my best.
“The reason I know I can do anything. I have always felt your love even before I knew it was romantic love. I will never regret the day the pretty boy with the blue eyes saved me and took me away from the bad man.”
Before I can finish pouring my heart out, he crushes his lips to mine and cups the back of my neck. The kiss quickly turns heated. He pulls my towel loose and it falls to the floor.
I cry out and toss my head back as he cups my breast and wraps his lips around my nipple. He has his fingers working in between my legs, driving me crazy. I claw my fingers through his damp hair and moan as he makes my body bloom for him.
“What do you want, Sim? What do you need from me?”
I think his words over before I deliver a clinical answer. I pause my reply as I think about how he loves to hear me talk dirty. I think of what I want and the most crass way I can say it.
“I need you to fuck me from behind. I want you to pin me down and fuck me,” I say.
Michael pauses in his movements. He pulls away from my breast to look up at me. I search his eyes to see if I’ve done something wrong.
“Did I say the wrong thing?”
“No, not at all. You just took me by surprise.”
“I think I will enjoy being dominated in the bedroom. I would like to know what it’s like to get fucked hard.”
“You want me to dominate you?”
“Yes, fuck me, choke me, take my body for your own. You are a strong male. I think you would be good at it.”
“Cazzo. Potresti essere più perfetto? Ti scoperò finché non potrai più urlare. Così forte che i tuoi occhi si incroceranno.”
“Yes, please. I want my eyes to cross, my toes to curl. I don’t care if I lose my voice. Fuck me as hard as you want. You are the perfect one.”
“Spread your legs for me,” he growls.
I open my legs wide as he gets to his knees. Swiftly, he places my legs over his shoulders and begins to feast on me. Michael is so good at cunnilingus.
My eyes roll back in my head, and I grab hold of the edge of the sink. I come screaming, having to cover my mouth with my hands.
Michael looks up at me and releases a dark chuckle. Lifting to his feet, he scoops me up into his arms and wraps my legs around his waist. He kisses me deeply as he walks us into the bedroom.