Broken Heart (Broken Heart #1) (23 page)

I quickly was brought back to the present and tried hard to bury that memory far in the back of my mind. I needed to be with Michael, fully, completely…calmly. I’m not a whore, I’m not a whore, I chanted to myself. I opened the bedroom door and walked towards the living room. As he poured

a glass of champagne, I strolled over to him…slowly. I picked up the glass from the table and whispered seductively in his ear, 

“Here’s to making it official…I love you.”

He was stunned when he saw me; his face blushed as he stared at me up and down concentrating on my breasts with a seductive smirk on his face.

His blue-green eyes burned with desire…for me. I was nervous, really nervous. This was it. There was no turning back. He pulled me down gently to the couch staring directly in my eyes. I already felt the heated passion between us, I lifted my eyes to him, and before I could speak he said, 

“I love you, Jen. I loved you the moment I saw you in the elevator, I loved you more when you slammed into my chest. I wanted to hold you that day and never let you go.” The sincerity in his

voice penetrated right through my soul. My heart danced and I felt like my life just started at the very moment he told me he loved me.

“I love you, more.” The words rolled off my tongue flawlessly. I loved him wholeheartedly, with every part of my body and soul. 

His eyes always made me blush, they were so intense and so beautiful, and I was hypnotized. He took me by the hand and placed the throw blanket and pillow from the couch onto the floor. We

kneeled in front of each other and he said, “You can’t imagine how I feel…I’ve never felt this way before…Jenesis…I need you in my life, I need to make love to you and show you how I feel.” 

I smiled seductively at him and as he stood up slowly, I sat back against the couch to watch the strip tease show begin. He undressed himself deliberately slowly…unbuttoning each button on his

silk light gray shirt and pulling it gradually out of his pants. He kept his blue-green eyes locked on me, spreading apart those heart- shaped lips, giving a slight exhale of air as he removed his shirt.

I couldn’t move. For the very first time I felt special…I felt loved…I felt wanted. I meant something to someone. The heat in my body ignited as I watched him take off his shirt. His

mouthwatering tight chest was exposed and my breathing increased to a rapid pace. I could imagine his hard tense body against mine as my warm skin pressed firmly on his chest. Michael had the

body of a Greek God. His chiseled physique boasted a powerful blow to my imagination and all kinds of dirty thoughts were running through my mind. He was perfect and he knew it; the way he

stood tall, hovering over my body; the way he watched me before sliding his hands down his chest and over his six pack which was magnificently sculptured. His chest and shoulders were molded

statuesquely. My mouth watered as he slid his hands on the sides of his boxers and gently pushed it down below his knees as his erection sprung into my presence, shocking my eyes with his huge manhood in my face. I couldn’t resist and I leaned forward to take a taste of it. It was warm against

my lips, solid to the touch, and I sucked on him gently as I stroked him up and down with my hand from his tip to his shaft. He placed his hand on my head, pushing my hair back as I continued to

suck on him firmly, swirling my tongue in little circles over his tip, tasting his salty precum and sliding my tongue up and down his shaft; my head moving up and down as he guided me with his

hand, then he pushed himself into my mouth, deep until he hit the back of my throat. I swallowed hard. He tasted so good. I continued rolling my tongue around his tip again and again, gliding up

and down, and then down to his sac. He was moaning in pleasure and panting from the excitement. His beautiful eyes were closed, and he used his hips to shift his warm, solid manhood in and out

of my mouth. He slowly pulled out leaving me begging for more, and then he gently lifted my chin with his hand. He kneeled down before me and whispered,

“You look so beautiful. I want you Jenesis, I want you now.” 

He laid me on the throw blanket on the floor near the couch. He cupped my face into his hands and licked my lips with his tongue before slowly pushing his way into my mouth, swirling his

tongue wrapping it around mine. It was the most sensual kiss I ever had and he didn’t care that I had his pre-cum in my mouth. We kissed passionately as he slowly slid the straps of my black-

laced teddy off of my shoulders letting it slip down past my breasts. He released my lips and leaned over me, pushing me back slightly, gently caressing my breasts. He then grabbed them, pushing

them together, sliding his tongue over both nipples while sucking on them softly. My nipples hardened as he sucked and tugged on them tenderly.

I couldn’t believe this was happening. I knew this was what I wanted. I wanted nothing more than to give myself to him and yet, I felt I still wasn’t ready. My head fell back and my hair swung in

the air as I arched my back and I pushed up against him. My hand slowly stroking him up and down, his juices flowing onto my hand making him slide up and down between my fingers. My

heart was pounding against my chest, I felt like I could barely breathe from the excitement. I stared at him as his head went down nuzzling his nose into my belly button licking it and swirling his

tongue in tiny circles and I began to tremble. My heart was beating hard as he gently removed my thong squeezing my ass with his hands at the same time. Oh my God! I’m going to explode.

“It’s ok, I’ll go slowly, I promise. I won’t hurt you,” he said as the heat from his body radiated onto mine. He slowly touched me between my legs, pressing the palm of his hand against my wet love; he then took his fingers and slid them across his lips. 

“Hmmm…you taste so good.” I thought I would have a heart attack. I pushed up against him, sliding my wet love against his hard manhood. 

“Lay down, baby. I want to taste you…to feel you…to love you…all of you,” he said as he pressed his hands against my shoulders. 

He slid his finger inside of me, gently, slowly. I was tight, and he felt it.

He pulled out his finger slowly and licked his way down to my thighs between my legs. I cringed as his mouth met my moist flesh and I pushed gently against his mouth. The flickering of his soft

tongue against me released more moisture into his mouth. He gently used his lips and tongue to suck and lick me until he could feel me starting to come apart. I never felt pleasure like this. His

tongue was like a weapon of mass destruction and I was ready to detonate on contact. I moved my body away from him; he looked up at me and smiled,

“Don’t let go yet, baby. Hold on…” He leaned over my body and I looked up at him with fear. I was so nervous. I wanted him so badly, but I didn’t know what to do or what to expect. He leaned

over me and kissed me gently tugging on my bottom lip. I reached up to touch his face, he grabbed my hands gently and pinned them softly against the floor.

“I need to be inside of you…right now Jenesis…are you ready, baby?”  I was so turned on I closed my eyes in delight. He made me feel so wanted…so loved. I still had my slinky silver pumps on

my feet and the heat from my body began to turn up. My flesh was throbbing for him. The blood flowing in all of the right places and I just couldn’t take it anymore. I was breathing hard as he

leaned over me spreading open my legs with his knee. He gently kissed me, slowly sliding his tongue across my lips then reaching my tongue as I parted my lips to kiss him back. Our eyes met

and at that moment, I stared at Michael apprehensively and then looked towards my purse on the living room table. He looked at me curiously and I motioned to hand me the purse. 

“Right now, baby?” I lifted myself off of the floor leaning on my elbows, opened my purse, and took out a condom.

“I’m clean Jenesis, don’t you trust me?” he whispered as he looked at me with his lustrous eyes.

“No, it’s not that… I just don’t want to get pregnant. I’m not on the pill,” I answered, embarrassed. Michael was older than me. He knew what he wanted and nothing was going to stop him. Even

with that said, he was hard, and ready to take the plunge. He wanted me, condom, no condom, anyway he could get me.

“Jenesis, put it on. I want you. I need you. Now, baby, now,” he said as he motioned for me to place the condom over him, even though I didn’t know how to, it really didn’t take a genius to

figure it out. It slipped on smoothly and it fit him perfectly, thank God, I bought the right size extra-large. He was as solid as a rock and was ready for me. He kissed my forehead, and then

kissed me on both sides of my cheek, giving me a quick peck on my nose and smiling. He took his tongue and slid it up and down my neck passionately sending chills up and down my spine. My

legs were already open, spread wide apart, desperately waiting for him to be inside of me. His eyes were beaming at me as if enjoying the fact that he would be the first person to go in and explore

uncharted territory. He rubbed me gently between my legs with his tip, and then circled my pulsating flesh with his thumb. 

“I think you’re ready…are you? Are you ready for me, baby?” he said gaping at me with those big blue-green eyes sliding his wet palm, with my juices, up and down my entrance.

“Yes, yes, I am,” I purred. 

He teasingly slid his tip up and down against me, before entering his love into mine, a little at a time… and I can feel him… slowly… tearing into me, filling me completely, little by little with

each gentle thrust… and it hurt. It stung. He broke me in. I looked at him with pain in my eyes, biting on my bottom lip and panting at the same time. He gently pulled out and said, 

“Am I hurting you?” 

I looked up at him with teary eyes and I placed my hands on his ass and pushed him inside of me. 

“No,” I whispered, even though it really did hurt like hell. 

We slowly intertwined and with each soft penetration of his incredible love, I could feel my insides opening, tearing apart, wider and wider and then he fills me, completely and the feeling of hurt quickly turned into intoxicating pleasure. I found myself stroking him passionately back and forth

using the force of my hips to grab everything that was inside of me. He was thick and hard, leaving me no room to get away from his grip. He was in control and had me pinned against the floor. I

held on to him tightly and wrapped my legs around him. I wanted him to feel me, really feel me. He was dripping with sweat, the tiny beads resting on the top of his heart shaped lips. He pushed

into me, slowly, deeper and deeper, in a rhythm I so desperately tried to follow, while making a moaning sound of pleasure with every thrust. 

“Are you ok, baby?” he whispered in my ear as he kissed my neck tenderly. The sweat dripped down from the side of his forehead as he stared at me with lust in his eyes. I didn’t want him to stop. I glanced up at him and as I stroked his face tenderly, I whispered,

“Yes.” 

He held my hands against the floor threading his fingers through mine. I bit my bottom lip as I closed my eyes in ecstasy. My body was wavering uncontrollably as he pumped inside of me, slamming me into the hard wood floor. He touched every part of my body and soul in a way I

never thought possible. He kissed me passionately, licking my lips sensually, slowly and wrapping his tongue around mine. I couldn’t get enough of him.  

I didn’t want to let him go. I couldn’t help but melt into his eyes; they were a perfect shade of blue-green and more mesmerizing than ever. I gazed back at him letting him know that he hit every spot between my legs that sent me into a tailspin of ecstasy. My heart was pounding and my breathing

erratic. He held my hands tighter and tighter, closing his eyes as the moans of glory slipped out of his beautiful parted lips. Then it happened,

“Oh God…Michael…Michael!” I cried out.

For the very first time in my life, I could feel myself losing control of my body. I became overpowered by this mouthwatering feeling of pleasure that resonated through my body. My legs began to shake underneath him. I stared at him passionately, my eyes opened suddenly, biting my

bottom lip, then my mouth closed tightly and I began to moan and groan. My head tilted back as I lifted it off of the floor, arching my back, my hips banging harshly against him, my eyes closed

shut and I felt this uncontrollable urge to yell, I tried to hold it in, but I couldn’t! I couldn’t! I yelled, 

“Oh God! Michael!” 

I pushed against him as every muscle in my body tensed up around him. My mind was wandering in his grasp as he held me tight and pushed into me as deep as he could. I yelled out his name, closing my eyes as I came apart around him, the warm, wet liquid covering his manhood, while

my muscles contracted. I lost all control of my limbs, they felt weak, and I was exhausted from the aftershock of the explosion within me. Michael’s face tensed as his efforts to push his body