It's Not About You (20 page)

Michael moved his own kisses away from my mouth and trailed them down my neck to my breasts. I was wearing a sweater, which was great for the cold but not for the heat. I helped him pull it over my head and I tossed it somewhere in the vicinity of the kitchen.
 

He made quick work of my bra, which joined my sweater somewhere in the non-existence place out side of he and I. He teased my nipples with his tongue as well as his lips and I lifted my hips against his. His cock was hard beneath those sexy jeans and I was wet and wanting.
 

"You don't want to go upstairs…" he whispered as he moved that magic mouth of his along my stomach.

"No." The truth was I'd always wanted to make love in front of a fire place. I know, as silly as that sounded, it was something I'd never done. Living in the South, a fireplace was really just one of those added amenities which were usually powered by gas. Flip a switch and insta-fire. Not a lot of call for a real, wood burning one.
 

That and romance had never been one of Burt's strong points.
 

Yuck. I did not want to think about Burt.
 

I lifted his face. When he looked up at me the light from the fire hit him just right. He was so. Damn. Beautiful. And he
wanted
to be with me. He smiled a second before he returned on his journey to the zipper of my jeans and with deft hands, removed them with a little help from me. He took my panties with them and within a few minutes, I lay in front of him completely nude, exposed in the light.
 

And I wasn't afraid or ashamed. How could I with Michael?
 

I wanted his clothing off too, but before I could get my hands on his sweater and pull it over his head, he dove down and buried his face into my pussy. I was wet and wanting and his warm tongue parted those lips as his arms parted my legs. I fell back as he moved his tongue along my clit, then beside it, and below it. When his finger moved inside of me I moved my hips upward, wanting more.
 

I wanted him. Inside me.
 

But when I started to sit up with the purpose of ripping his clothes off, he gently held me down with his free hand on my stomach. "Not till you come. Come for me, Grace."
 

I wasn't accustomed to anyone taking the lead in bed. Burt had been a routine kind of guy, never deviating from the regular missionary. Always the same. That is, back when we still had sex.
 

And during our lovemaking, Michael had always let me direct the lovemaking. It hadn't been a conscious thing on my part—I just wanted him when I wanted him.
 

So this new, small direction excited me and I felt myself become even more aroused. And even closer to climax.
 

Michael never hurried. He was tender and careful, never over stimulating that small, miraculous little part of me, but instead bringing me slowly to one of the best climaxes I'd ever had. It wasn't forced or rushed and when it came my toes curled as everything around me stopped. My breath, sound, motion, even the world stopped moving as my kegels flared and burned and throbbed under Michael's magic.
 

When I could think again and the world returned to its forward motion, I opened my eyes to see Michael over me. He'd undressed as I orgasmed, bare to his toes and I felt the head of his cock pressing against my warm, wet and vibrating pussy. I pulled him to me, loving the way my juices coated and glistened in the firelight from his lips and face.
 

He reached down and easily found his way in. I closed my eyes in delight as I felt his thick, long cock slide in a little farther every time he moved in and out. In the month we'd been together, we had never made love like this.
 

Once he fit all of him inside of me, he took my legs and moved them forward and I bent them at the knee. I thrust my hips up as he positioned my legs over his shoulders and took hold of my hips. I braced myself against the rug with my hands as he thrust slow, then fast, his eyes never leaving mine though I could see the build of his own orgasm in his expression.
 

I wanted to see!
 

And then to my surprise he grabbed my purse on the coffee table and found the condoms he knew I kept in the little blue bag. I helped him slide one over the head of his cock and then moved firm as I pumped the rest of it down over the shaft.
 

And then Michael did something he'd never done. He gently but urgently moved me over onto my front. I had a slight panic at that—I wasn't a huge fan of anal sex, having tried it once with Burt with disastrous results.
 

But Michael wasn't aiming for that hole. He pulled me back to him by my hips and after a few seconds I was on my elbows and knees as he slipped his cock back in and began moving fast. God that felt so good like that. I braced myself for each thrust and he kept hold of my hips, almost lifting me off the ground and then he reached around with one hand and began massaging my pussy once again.
 

I lost track of what he was doing for a few seconds as the combined motion of him inside of me and his fingers toying with my clit brought on another orgasm. He came as well with a final thrust and afterward I collapsed down with him on top of me. He still had the presence of mind to hold himself on his elbows.
 

We were both panting, out of breath, as he laughed softly and planted kisses along the back of my neck, and then down over my shoulders. He was still inside of me and I giggled as he pulled himself out with the spent condemn hanging on. I turned over onto my side as he removed it, stood and walked to the kitchen to toss it into the garbage, and I watched his fine little butt twitch the whole way.
 

When she came back he settled down on his side to face me.
 

We lay like that for a while, just looking at one another, just taking in the glow of each other.
 

Then, "Grace…I have something for you." Michael kissed my forehead before he stood up and retrieved the small bag he'd pulled out of the back of the Land Rover.
 

I sat up and he sat facing me. I marveled at how beautiful he was and how confident he moved, even naked. The fire needed stoking but I was still curious as to what was in the bag. He didn't open it but made sure I was looking at him.
 

"Grace, it's been a month with you and me, and I wasn't kidding when I said this is the happiest I've been in a long time. So I wanted to get you something to commemorate our first month together. Now it's not anything huge but it was something I saw in a shop in Little Five Points and I wanted you to have it."
 

He pulled a small, flat velvet box from the bag and handed it to me. His fingers shook and I realized just how nervous he was which endeared him to me even more. My own fingers trembled as I opened the box.
 

Inside, held in place by two small clasps, was a gold necklace. But that wasn't what caught my eye. What did was the little gold coffee bean charm hanging from it. It was a half bean and I recognized it immediately when I saw the red stone inside the open half of the bean. This was the same pendant I'd noticed in the window the other night when we went to Savage Pizza.
 

"I know it's not much and it's just a bean, but for me it symbolizes how we met over coffee. You and me. If I could have found a tiny French press I'd have bought tha—"
 

He never finished the sentence because I tackled him. Just leapt on top of him and bowled him over with kisses. Now I was on top of him and we were kissing and life was just…wonderful.
 

Michael helped me put it on and I looked at it in the mirror as he came up behind me. He was beaming with pride.
 

Burt had never thought of the small things. The little moments that bond couples, friends, even acquaintances. Little subtleties like this were lost on him and for the first time, I felt sad for him.
 

"You okay?"

I looked at Michael's reflection and smiled. "With you…yes." I turned and wrapped my arms around him. "So how about that soak in the hot tub?"
 

The rest of the weekend was just as magical as the first night. Saturday we spent in Dahlonega, looking into all the shops and enjoying the cold. We hiked along one of the trails near the cabin and came back home to make love and make dinner. Michael was a good student and we had dinner underway in less than fifteen minutes.
 

The next morning he wanted drive over to Helen and take a look around before we had to go back to the other life.
 

Helen, Georgia was one of the cutest little German looking villages in the state. It was a huge tourist attraction in the fall during October Fest when beer and sauerkraut ran as plentiful as the mountain springs. We bought a few small things, like a set of ornaments at the Christmas shop, and then had a nice steak dinner at the restaurant on the river.
 

But it was soon time to go home. I was going to be opening up all week and I needed to get an early start so I could go through all the vacation time and see who was working for Thanksgiving and who wasn't.
 

We talked about everything on the drive back and even stopped for boiled peanuts. Tanae hated them and Kyle always said they looked like little grubs. The fact Michael loved them as much as me just made me happy.
 

It was close to four when we pulled into my drive. Kyle was home and came out to say hi. Michael handed him my bags, they shook hands. Michael and I kissed as Kyle swore and said, "Breeders," under his breath before he went back inside.
 

Michael needed to get home and get ready for work tomorrow as well so we sadly parted company and I ambled inside.
 

Kyle spotted the necklace immediately as he came down the hall out of the bathroom. A crooked half grin pulled at his sexy mouth. "A coffee bean?"
 

"It's sweet!" I said as I pulled my treasure away from him and went to the kitchen. I was jonsing for a cup of coffee and Kyle always had a pot ready. I grabbed the largest cup I could find and poured a cup as Kyle came into the kitchen and leaned against the doorframe. "Mmm…coffee."
 

Kyle chuckled again. "So what was the occasion of the great bean jewel?"
 

"One month anniversary." I leaned against the sink and with the mug in one hand as I fondled the little gold bean with the other. "We met at the coffee shop so he commemorated it with a golden bean."
 

"Sounds like a coffee award." He gave a short sigh. "But now that you're back, we need to get this Thanksgiving planning started."
 

He was right. I sipped my coffee. "Yeah, we do. We've got a lot of cleaning and shopping and cooking and drinking of mass quantities of wine to get through it."
 

"My sentiments exactly. So, my first concern is Michael."
 

"He's not coming."
 

"That'll make it easier. But is the reason he's not coming because you think Tanae's going to be gross with her mother dating a hottie?"
 

"Maybe something like that. Michael and I talked about it and we both agreed that this holiday would be better spent with our families," I said and moved away from the sink. "Tanae's been telling me to get out and find someone. Date. See people. Live. She was doing that before the divorce was final. And I never did. But to see me actually
do
it? And kiss someone besides her father?"
 

"She might wig out, explode from embarrassment, or have a crush on him herself."
 

"That would be like seven shades of wrong."
 

"I think it would be funny." He grabbed a glass from the cabinet and poured himself some wine. "Okay so no embarrassing possibilities with Michael. And you haven't told her yet."
 

"No."
 

"How many friends did Tanae invite?"
 

"I think she said five." Truth was, my brain was buzzing so loud she could have said fifty-five.
 

"So we'll go on the assumption of ten. To be safe. I'm bringing a guest."
 

"Who?"
 

"That guy I met at the gym…oh wait…you haven't been home enough for me to even talk about
my
love life."
 

Now that made me laugh. And I rolled with it. "Oh geez, Kyle. Tell me about him."
 

"He's cute. He's built. He's also bald which is strange for me to be so hot over. And he's got a family. Or had one."
 

"Straight to marriage then liberated gay?" That was how I described the men who married due to social convention and then after a while stopped fighting who they were inside and moved on.
 

"Yep. His wife's seriously awesome. She's already remarried—apparently she'd been getting her some on the side. Figured out her old man was into dicks before he did. Apparently she loves it, more so than his kids. They're not too hip on the idea their dad's banging me."