A few nights later

A few nights later Erica was curled on the couch with Michael, contentedly stroking his leg.

"You make me happy," she said, looking up and smiling. "I feel so good, so wanted, so trusted when I'm with you. Thank you Michael."

"You've done a lot for me, love," he said, kissing her softly.

"That makes me happy too." She stretched, catlike and looked at him. "Let's go to bed, lover."

"Tired?" He kissed the part in her hair, breathing the scent of her.

"I want you to hold me."

"I can do that. I can do much more."

"Let's start there and see what happens," she said as she took his hand.

She changed into a short white satin teddy before sliding into bed. He lay beside her cuddling, stroking her body.

"Just hold me for now," she said, kissing him and rolling onto her side and facing away from him. He slipped an arm around her waist and hugged her close. He loved the scent and warmth of her, the touch of her. She shifted slightly, wiggling against him as he hugged her, stroking her gently.

"Mmmm, just hold me lover," she murmured, and he heard her breath catch slightly. He could feel her making tiny rhythmic movements of her hips. He held her, his senses straining.

He could tell that she had one hand between her legs, and he heard her breathing quicken as her hips began to rock more quickly, rubbing against him, spurring his arousal. She began to moan softly, her body tensing, relaxing, then tensing again.

"Hold me," she panted. "Just hold me." Her hips thrusting now, one leg slipping back to hook a foot behind his calf. He was hard, wanting her, but he obeyed her and cuddled without fondling.

"Ohhh Fuck. Oh hold me baby," she gasped, arching back against him, her arm stiff, her hand buried in herself. He hugged her gently and she exploded, gasping out her pleasure as she writhed against him.

Gradually her spasms subsided and her breathing calmed. He kissed the back of her head, hugging her, his hardness pressing against her ass. She turned to him, her mouth soft and wanton, seeking his.

"Thank you Michael lover," she murmured between kisses. "Thank you for trusting me to play without you. Now take me. Anyway you want. Or not at all if you think I don't deserve it for being a selfish bitch."

For answer he pushed her onto her back opening her thighs. His straining cock found her, took her, impaled her, and her legs wrapped around him in welcome, pulling him deep into her.

"Thank you," she moaned, writhing beneath him. "Fuck me Michael, fuck me like a bitch in heat." Her hips ground against him, her vaginal muscles squeezing him, her arms tight around his neck. His gasping mouth found hers, drank her breath, his tongue duelling his for control as he pounded into her, grunting with each stroke. With a final shuddering thrust he came, his breath bursting from him as he exploded within her, filling her with hot cream, triggering her again.