14. Michael

14

Michael

I watched Addison as she finished preparing the chicken pot pies, her delicate hands crimping the edges of the crust with practiced precision. She moved with a grace that was almost mesmerizing, her brow furrowed in concentration.

We didn't talk, but the silence wasn't oppressive. It was a far cry from our first few interactions, where her wariness had been palpable. But slowly, steadily, I could feel her starting to trust me.

And why wouldn't she? I had been nothing but attentive, caring, always there when she needed me. It was a role I slipped into effortlessly, one that felt as natural as breathing.

She glanced up at me, her eyes catching mine, and a soft smile played on her lips. In that moment, with the warm scent of baking pies filling the kitchen, I realized just how beautiful she was. Not just physically, though that was undeniable, but in her very essence. There was a strength to her, a resilience that shone through despite the shadows of her past.

I wanted to protect that light, to nurture it and watch it grow. I wanted to be the one she turned to, the one she relied on. And as she slid the pies into the oven, I knew I would do whatever it took to make that happen.

I turned to Addison, my voice soft but serious. "About what happened earlier today..." I began, watching her closely for any signs of discomfort. "I want you to know that we don't have to do anything you're not ready for. You're in control here, Addison. Always."

Her eyes widened slightly, surprise etched on her delicate features. "Oh... I... thank you. That means a lot."

I nodded, a gentle smile on my lips. "And Eren... he doesn't have to know everything. This is between us."

Addison swallowed, her shoulders relaxing a fraction. "Thank you," she whispered, her voice filled with genuine gratitude.

I let the moment hang between us; the air charged with unspoken possibilities. Then, I leaned in slightly, my voice dropping to a low murmur. "But... if you do want to try something... we can too. It's up to you. I'm here whenever you're ready."

Addison tugged her bottom lip between her teeth, a nervous habit that sent a jolt of desire straight to my core. I fought the urge to lean in and replace her teeth with my own, to taste her lips and explore the softness of her mouth.

"I wouldn't even know where to start," she admitted, wiping her hands on her skirt. Her voice was barely above a whisper, and the vulnerability in her eyes tugged at something deep within me.

I reached out, gently brushing a stray lock of hair from her face. "It's all about getting yourself in the mood here," I said, my voice low and soothing.

Addison stilled under my touch, her eyes wide and filled with a mix of fear and longing. I could see the war raging within her, the battle between her desire to trust me and her fear of being hurt again.

"This isn't something to be rushed," I continued, my fingers tracing a path along her jawline. "It's about exploring, learning. My job is to figure out what makes you feel good and make sure I make you feel good because that's going to set the tone."

Addison swallowed hard, her throat working as she tried to find her voice. "And my job?" she asked, her voice barely audible.

I smiled, my fingers still tracing gentle patterns on her skin. "Let yourself feel good," I said simply. "That's all you have to do."

Her eyes searched mine, looking for some sign that I was telling the truth. I held her gaze, willing her to see the sincerity in my words.

"Okay," she whispered finally, her voice shaky but determined. "I'll try."

I nodded, my heart swelling with pride at her bravery. "That's all I ask," I said softly.

And with that, I leaned in and pressed a gentle kiss to her forehead, savoring the feel of her skin against my lips. I knew that this was just the beginning, that there would be many more moments like this as we navigated the complexities of our relationship. But for now, this was enough.

She let out a soft sigh, her body relaxing under my touch.

As I pulled away, I looked into Addison's eyes, searching for any hint of hesitation. When I found none, I leaned in and whispered, "I'm going to kiss you now."

She nodded, her breath hitching slightly as she closed her eyes. I could feel the tension in her body, the anticipation that hung heavy in the air between us.

I pressed my lips to hers, savoring the softness of her mouth. The kiss was slow at first, a gentle exploration that left me yearning for more. But as the seconds ticked by, the hunger within me grew, and I found myself deepening the kiss.

Addison responded in kind, her lips parting as she tangled her fingers in my hair. I could feel the heat of her body against mine, the rapid beat of her heart matching my own.

I wrapped my arms around her, pulling her closer as our kiss grew more passionate. I could taste the sweetness of her lips, the faint hint of mint that lingered on her breath. It was intoxicating, a heady rush that left me feeling dizzy and lightheaded.

When we broke apart, I could see the desire in Addison's eyes, the same desire that coursed through my veins. I knew I wanted more, that I needed more. But I also knew that I couldn't rush this, that I had to take things slow and let Addison set the pace.

I rested my forehead against hers, my breath coming in ragged gasps. "Are you okay?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.

Addison nodded, her eyes still closed as she struggled to catch her breath. "Yeah," she whispered finally. "I'm okay."

I pulled back, my hands still resting on her waist as I searched her face for any sign of discomfort. But all I could see was the same desire that I felt, the same longing that threatened to consume me.

I leaned in and pressed another gentle kiss to her forehead, savoring the feel of her skin against my lips.

I dropped my lips to her neck, feeling the rapid flutter of her pulse beneath my mouth. My tongue traced a slow, deliberate path along her collarbone, and I could feel the shiver that ran through her body.

"Do you feel that?" I murmured, my breath hot against her skin. "The way your body responds to me?"

Addison nodded, her eyes fluttering closed as she leaned into my touch.

"It wants me to make you feel good," I said, my voice low and rough. She snapped her eyes open, and I locked eyes with her, my gaze intense and unwavering. "Let me. Tell me I can."

There was a moment of hesitation, a flicker of uncertainty in her eyes. But then she nodded, her voice barely above a whisper. "Yes."

I let out a low growl, my hands tightening around her waist as I pulled her closer. I could feel the heat of her body against mine, the rapid beat of her heart matching my own.

I kissed her again, my lips claiming hers in a deep, passionate kiss. I could taste the sweetness of her mouth, the faint hint of mint that lingered on her breath. It was intoxicating, a heady rush that left me feeling dizzy and lightheaded.

As we broke apart, I could see the desire in Addison's eyes, the same desire that threatened to consume me. But I knew I had to take things slow, that I had to let Addison set the pace.

I trailed my fingers down her arm, my touch feather-light as I traced a path along her skin. I could feel the goosebumps that rose in the wake of my touch, the shiver that ran through her body.

"Tell me what you want," I whispered, my voice low and husky. "I'll do anything you ask."

Addison hesitated, her eyes searching mine as she tried to find her voice. "I... I don't know," she admitted finally. "I've never... done this before."

I nodded, my fingers still tracing gentle patterns on her skin. "I know," I said softly. "It's okay. We can take things slow. We can explore together."

Addison's eyes widened slightly, surprise etched on her delicate features. "I…I don't know," she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

"Do you trust me?"

She hesitated, her eyes searching mine for any hint of deception. I held her gaze, willing her to see the sincerity in my words. After what felt like an eternity, she nodded.

I let out a slow breath, my heart pounding in my chest as I reached for the buttons on her shirt. I undid them one by one, my fingers trembling slightly as I reveled in the feel of her soft skin beneath my touch.

I slid the shirt off her shoulders, noticing the goosebumps that rose in the wake of my touch. I trailed my fingers down her arms, savoring the feel of her body against mine.

I could see the uncertainty in her eyes, the fear that lingered just beneath the surface. But there was something else there too, something that made my heart race and my pulse quicken.

Desire.

I reached behind her, my fingers deftly unclasping her bra. I could feel her tense beneath my touch, her breath hitching as I slowly slid the straps down her arms.

Her breasts were beautiful, the soft curves and delicate pink nipples making my mouth water. I couldn't resist the urge to touch them, to feel their weight in my hands.

I cupped them gently, my thumbs tracing slow circles around her nipples. I could feel them harden beneath my touch, the soft gasps that escaped her lips sending a jolt of desire straight to my core.

I leaned in, my lips brushing against her neck as I continued to explore her body. I could feel the rapid beat of her heart, the way her body trembled beneath my touch.

I pulled back, my eyes locking with hers as I continued to caress her breasts.

I took a deep breath, savoring the scent of her perfume as I leaned in closer. My heart raced as I gently cupped her breast again, feeling the soft weight of it in my hand. I could feel her nipple puckered even more, her body so damn responsive, and I couldn't resist the urge to take it in my mouth.

I flicked my tongue over the sensitive peak, feeling her body tense beneath me. I could hear her breath hitch as I sucked gently, my other hand exploring the soft curve of her other breast.

She threw her head back, moaning softly as I continued to tease her nipples. I could feel her body responding to my touch, her hips pressing against mine as she arched into me.

I let out a low growl, my own desire building as I continued to explore her body. I could feel the heat of her skin, the rapid beat of her heart as it pounded against my chest.

My breath came in ragged gasps as I looked into her eyes. I could see the desire there, the same desire that coursed through my veins.

"Do you want me to keep going?" I asked.

She nodded, her eyes wide and filled with longing. "Yes," she whispered. "Please."

I leaned in, my lips brushing against hers as I continued to explore her body.

I trailed my fingers down her stomach, feeling the soft curve of her waist as I made my way to the button on her skirt. I undid it slowly, my fingers trembling slightly as I reveled in the feel of her body against mine.

I slid her skirt and those damn tights down her legs, trailing my fingers along her thighs, savoring the feel of her soft skin beneath my touch.

She tensed beneath me, her breath hitching, eyes dark with hunger.

My lips brushed against her neck, and I let out a slow breath, my heart pounding in my chest as I reached for the waistband of her panties. I slid them down slowly, my fingers tracing a path along her skin as I reveled in the feel of her body against mine.

I kissed her lips again, I couldn't fucking get enough, as I mapped her skin. I could feel the heat of her, the rapid beat of her heart as it pounded against my chest.

I trailed my fingers down her stomach, feeling the soft curve of her waist as I made my way to the apex of her thighs. I could feel the heat of her body, the wetness that betrayed her desire.

I slid my fingers between her folds, feeling the slick wetness that coated them. I could hear her gasp as I began to stroke her, my fingers moving in slow, deliberate circles.

"Do you feel this?" I asked roughly. "This is your body's way of preparing you for my dick. Your body wants me to take you, to claim you. It's all biology. And your pussy is fucking wet, begging for me."

"Michael," she breathed out, clutching my shoulders.

She was soaking, her body responding to my touch in a way that made my heart race. I could feel her tense beneath me, her breath hitching as I continued to stroke her, my fingers moving in slow, deliberate circles.

She moaned softly, her hips bucking as I continued to stroke her. I could feel her body trembling beneath me, the rapid beat of her heart pounding against my chest.

I slid my fingers deeper, feeling the heat of her body as I teased her entrance. She gasped, her body tensing as I slid a finger inside her. She was so tight, so fucking tight. I could feel her muscles clenching around me, her body responding to my touch in a way that made my cock ache.

I added another finger, stretching her slowly as I continued to stroke her. I could feel her body trembling beneath me, the rapid beat of her heart pounding against my chest. I leaned in, my lips brushing against her neck as I continued to explore her body.

She was getting closer, her body tensing as she approached the edge. Her breath came in ragged gasps, her body shaking as she fought to hold on. I slid my fingers deeper, curling them inside her as I searched for that sweet spot.

And then I found it.

She cried out, her body convulsing as she came. Her pussy gushed, the wetness coating my fingers as she rode out her orgasm. I continued to stroke her, my fingers moving in slow, deliberate circles as I milked every last drop of pleasure from her body.

Her body shook, her muscles trembling as she came down from her high. I could see the satisfaction in her eyes, the way her body relaxed beneath me. I leaned in, my lips brushing against hers as I savored the taste of her.

I could taste her sweetness on my fingers, and it only made me want more. I put them in my mouth, savoring the flavor before pulling her into a searing kiss. She melted into me, her body responding to mine in a way that made my heart race.

At that moment, the timer went off.

But it didn't matter.

I had her. And now that I did, I wasn't going to let her go.