Follow Your Heart

"Okay, I do want you, very much. I am asking you to wait because I want this to be special. I see it as you giving me a gift. I want to make sure that I have earned that gift. Just bringing you here, and throwing you on the bed is not earning anything so precious from you. Look, I don't know how to say it, but the feelings I have for you seem to grow with every minute I am around you. You have brought out a part of me that I didn't know existed. I want that commitment with you. I want the whole children and white picket fence thing. What I don't want, is to make you feel like you have to perform for me." Michael told her.

"You can't know in just three days if you want to marry me. What if I am some crazy woman? I could be a horrible housekeeper." Lisa argued.

"I'll hire a maid." Michael laughed.

"Well, what if I can't cook? You going to get a chef full time? What if I really am not good in bed? Are you then going to hire a mistress?" Lisa asked him.

"A chef, I can get. As far as you not being good in bed, I know that is not true. Let me show you." Michael layed her down on the couch. He roughly pulled her panties out from under her skirt. Pushing the material out of his way, he took his fingers and began to rub small circles on her sensitive nub. She could feel herself getting wet from his touch. He applied more pressure and her hips lifted on there own, wanting more contact with him. He took his other hand and ran a finger around her now wet hole. She thought she would die if he didn't slide inside her. She began rotating her hips, trying to force him inside her. He finally slid his finger into her. A small moan escaped her lips as his finger moved gently in and out of her.

"Please, Michael, I want more. I want to feel all of you inside of me." Lisa practically begged, grabbing the front of his pants where she could feel his bulge. She pulled at his pants, until he unfastened them and pulled them off throwing them aside.

While Michael played with her, she began rubbing her hand up and down his shaft, mimicking the speed that his finger went in and out of her. "God my love, you are so wet and tight around my finger, and the feel of your hands, I am not going to last much longer." Michael's voice was husky and seemed to be coming out in breaths.