Crash and Burn (Daddy's Girls 0.5) (4 page)

We are two bodies, all tangling together as we stumble inside my apartment. Something has shifted; I feel a change in Michael. Excitement and adrenaline course through me with each beat of my heart. His hands roaming over my breasts, squeezing through the nonexistent dress sends my pulse into overdrive. His kiss becomes passion filled, demanding, and unforgiving. I love every single second of it. Dipping his head down to kiss my neck, I mewl in want and need for him. He growls into my neck, effortlessly scooping me up. I wrap my legs around him. Feeling his erection tighten his pants, I drop my hips, lining my core where I want it to be. Gently, I grind as he is walking us back to my bedroom. Friction, sweet friction, is what I feel as I grind against him.

“Baby, are you ready for this? I’m only going to ask once, and then I’m not stopping.” Michael states as he lays me on my bed.

I can only bite my bottom lip and nod in agreement. Words have left me, want and need consume me. I pull the dress up over my head, exposing my breasts. I’m lying before him in my black, lace thong and peep toe heels. Michael stops and stares at me for a moment; long enough for me to feel slightly insecure. I begin to cover my breasts with my arm as the onslaught comes. Michael is on me, fast and hard, kissing me with more fever and fury than I ever knew was possible. My lips hurt as my body begs for more.

He lowers his head, taking my nipple in his mouth, he sucks hard. The pain and pleasure combination shoot straight to my core. He pulls his mouth off, releasing my nipple with a pop. He nips his way around my collar bone, as his fingers trace their way around my inner thigh. Pushing my panties aside, he traces my outer lips gently. Spreading them open, he circles my clit with his thumb. Liquid pools under me, as my desire is rapidly increasing along with my pulse. He inserts one finger inside me, a slow rock in and out as he sets his pace. The sensations of having his body over me, his mouth returning to my breasts, and his finger working me over are all blissfully overwhelming me. He inserts a second finger as he increases his pace. The build up inside me rapidly increasing; I’m so close. He kisses his way down my belly. He reaches the juncture between my legs. He slows his rhythm with is fingers as he blows softly on my sex. All my nerve endings burning with desire as he comes down and licks my core. His fingers are leisurely going in and out. With a gentle nip on my lips in warning, he quickly increases his pace as he sucks and licks my clit, sending me over the edge. As the aftershocks of my orgasm subside, he slows his tempo. He tenderly licks as he pulls his fingers out of me, allowing my body to come down from the climax he just gave me.

Kissing my inner thigh, he hums against me. “Absolutely perfect, Dina. You are amazing.” He kisses his way up my body. He is gentle with my breast now, as my entire body is hyper aware of every sensation. When he reaches my neck, I expect him to kiss me. Instead he whispers in my ear, “Are you ready for me Dina? I won’t stop once I start.”

Rather than answering in words, I reach down and find the hem of his shirt. I tug harshly to remove the shirt over his head. He comes down kissing me. The taste of myself on his tongue has me on fire for more of this man. I reach between us, fumbling I finally unbutton and zip his pants. He pauses to remove them fully, with his boxers. He is back over me, settling between my legs. He’s nudging his way inside of me, when I reach up and push him slightly away.

“Condom, Michael, in the nightstand.”

“No, Dina. You’re mine. We do this, I go raw.” He says a little more firmly than I would like.

“I’m not on birth control right now. I will go to the doctor and get on it, and then you can be bare. Please Michael, for now? I don’t want an unexpected pregnancy. You understand don’t you?” I plead.

Sighing in frustration, he reaches towards the nightstand, and covers himself. “Only until you are on birth control, then no more. I don’t want anything between us Dina.”

Before I can respond further, he’s licking that sweet spot up behind my ear. I moan pulling him closer to me as I raise my hips seeking him out. He growls as he begins to enter my tight core.

“So tight, baby, I love that you are so tight.” Michael whispers as my body adjusts to his size. He begins to move slowly and tenderly. Instinctively my body clenches around him, milking him. “You feel so good, Dina.” I smile against him, relishing in the feeling of our joined bodies. He feels good as he slides in and out of me. He sucks on my nipple as he begins to increase his tempo. With his climax impending, he reaches between us and circles my clit. As I go soaring over the edge into my own orgasm; he groans as he reaches his pinnacle. He lays over me, still inside me as he kisses me softly. Gradually he pulls out of me and goes to the bathroom to dispose of the condom and clean up.

He comes back to bed. Pulling me close to him, my back to his front, he nuzzles my neck. As I begin to drift off to sleep, I hear him whispering.

“You’re mine now, Dina. No one else can have you. I love you and you are mine.”

Smiling to myself at his confession of love and devotion I fall fast asleep.

Waking up with Michael, after our first time, was nothing short of amazing. I’ve never felt so at peace. Never have I ever been so comfortable in my own skin. This glorious man wants me, claims me, and loves me. Going from feeling alone, to someone wanting me all to himself, who wouldn’t be happy with that?

The morning after euphoria is short lived. As happy as I am in our relationship, I find things grow tense at times. I’m not naïve enough to believe we won’t have challenges, but sometimes I feel like I’m waiting for the other shoe to fall off, as the saying goes. Trying not to borrow trouble, I cast those negative thoughts aside.

Michael and I have been together over six months now. We are settled into our places in each other’s lives. We are practically inseparable. The only time we aren’t together is when we have class or Michael has to work. His sexual appetite is insatiable. Having him in my bed nightly, now, is enjoyable. He still has his own place but spends most nights with me. Sometimes he leaves me after sex, but most nights I go to bed after an orgasm and wake up to start my day with one. I’ve realized I have no stamina, maybe some time at the gym will help.

The other night, while lying in bed, Michael pinched my thighs, saying, “It looks like that freshman fifteen waited to catch up to you now.” This awakened me to my poor eating habits and lack of exercise outside of our bedroom activities. My clothes don’t fit me any differently from when we started dating. Maybe my muscle tone is not what it once was. The more I think on it, the more I realize I need to go back to the gym. Hopefully, Maggie will want to go with me. I miss my best friend.

To have that time together would be good for us. I don’t see her much. Michael doesn’t like us hanging out. He says his time with me is limited, and he prefers us to be alone. Even when Maggie is home, when Michael is over, we stay in my bedroom. Michael feels that Maggie is too boy crazy and unfocused. He doesn’t want her immaturity to rub off on me. Yes, Maggie is wild compared to me, but she’s fun. I miss the times we had before my parents died, when I had not a care in the world. I’ve had to grow up and Maggie isn’t there yet, Michael says. I don’t know that I agree. Maggie was with me through my loss. It may not have been her parents, but she felt my loss all the same.

Michael is wrong about Maggie. She’s not boy crazy; she’s Brayden crazy. She’s happy, carefree, young, and blissfully in love. I wish Michael would get to know her better, then he could see, she’s my rock. Michael wants to be my rock, that’s why he cares so much about what I do and who I associate with. He wants to be the one to be there for me. It’s hard because I miss my best friend, but I know Michael does this because he loves me. He brings up valid points when we discuss the future. Maggie and I will eventually go our separate ways, it’s bound to happen. She and Brayden are already serious. One day, probably sooner than I would like, she will leave me to go on with her relationship with Brayden. Michael doesn’t want me to be hurt and alone when she moves on with her life. He wants to be my comforter, protector, and go to person for all things. Knowing that, in a way, Michael is right, I let things slip with Maggie and I.

If we could start going to the gym together, maybe we could get some of our bond back. Maybe this will show Michael that she’s not a bad influence. He will see how focused she and I can be together, when achieving a goal. He can see she won’t be taking me away from him, nor will she be leaving me. I can have time with my best friend as I work away my jiggles, as he calls them.

That’s my new nickname from Michael as a matter of fact. Jiggles. At first, I didn’t know what to think. What woman wants to be called Jiggles? Now I find it to be a cute endearment. He cares that I take care of my body. Looking over his schedule, I see where I can work in gym time, while Michael is at work. I don’t want to sacrifice our time together because I didn’t control my eating habits and gained a few pounds. No need for Michael to be punished for my mistakes.

Being with Michael centers me. I feel driven to please him, to make this work. Michael’s parents divorced when he was younger. His dad left and never looked back. He says it’s because his mom didn’t keep his dad satisfied. According to Michael, his mom lost the best thing that ever happened to her when his dad left. She didn’t make his dad a priority, that’s why he left. I don’t want to lose Michael. He is my top priority. The void I felt before he came into my life is not a feeling I want to have again.

Maggie and I are having a girl’s night. We are in our pajamas watching a movie. My phone rings, its Michael, he’s not feeling well.

“Hey, baby.” I answer.

“Where the fuck are you?” He barks.

“I’m at home, watching a movie with Maggie. What’s your problem?”

“My problem? My fucking problem, since you’re too dumb to figure it out, is I’m sick and my selfish bitch of a girlfriend is whoring around with her slut friend instead of taking care of me.”

Not wanting Maggie to hear his obscenities, I retreat to my bedroom. Trying to keep my tears at bay, I reply.

“Michael, do you want me to come over? Earlier you said to stay home and you would see me tomorrow. I don’t appreciate the things you are saying. I’m not a whore; I would never cheat on you. I love you Michael. Maggie is in a committed relationship; we are two best friends catching up. If you want me at your house with you, just say so.”

“You don’t give two shits about me. If you did, I wouldn’t have to ask. You’re priority is with that cunt you live with and not me. Dina, she doesn’t care about you like I do. She’s going to leave your ass and then you will be crying to me. You have no family; no one cares about you but me. You are one stupid bitch to think you mean more to her then him; especially when Brayden has his dick in her daily. I bet you’re at his house right now. Did I interrupt you from sucking her boyfriend’s roommate off?”

“Michael, where is this coming from? I don’t understand.” I cry, unable to stop the tears at his harsh words.

“Where is this coming from? Damn, you are a true dumbass. Look around you Dina; no one is here but me. Maggie pities you for who you once were, she’s waiting for her time to fade out. And you are so far up her ass, you don’t realize she is fazing you out. She is more important than me. You would do anything for her.”

Sobbing now, I respond. “Yes, I would do anything for her, she’s my family. I would do anything for you, too.”

Immediately, his harsh laughter cuts me off. “Family, you have no family, Dina. You’re damn lucky I stick around. Do you really think any man would put up with your whining? You are used goods, Dina. Yes, I noticed I wasn’t your first, you whore. How many were there before me? Wait, I don’t want to know. You will have some excuse for that. Daddy issues or some bullshit. Oh poor Dina, the orphan, because her parents died. Poor Dina, she doesn’t know what to do. Look in the mirror; you won’t get anyone better than me. Your precious Maggie, whom you have on such a pedestal, thinks of you as an afterthought in her life. A convenient companion.”