“Ssshhh, no words, pretty girl. Let me love you like you should be loved.” He sweetly whispers in my ear.

Not wanting to ruin this moment, I silently nod. My arousal is on high alert and my nipples harden under the gentle grazing of his fingers. The way he is caressing me is a straight bee-line to my aching clit. Closing my eyes, I moan softly. Micah’s arousal is evident as it’s stabbing me in the lower back. I’ve also noted he has stripped himself naked.

Damn he is good.

I hope he doesn’t flip me over. I’m desperate for him to take me this way. I want him to cradle my backside, mold his body to mine and enter me from behind. I need him to take me painstakingly slow.

Like he was reading my damn mind, he does just that.

“Yes Micah,” moaning my approval. “Take me this way.”

The moment I say this, he stops his rocking and it sounds like he’s reaching for something. My groan, of course, is from his loss of contact, so I turn my head and look over my shoulder. “What are you doing?”

“Fuck, looking for a condom baby.” He says while reaching for his jeans. Reaching my arm back, I grab his arm stopping him.

Shaking my head, I say. “No…I need to feel you.” Swallowing loudly. “I need you just the way you are. No barriers between us, honey,” I say lightheartedly. “I’m covered.”

His smile widens. “Oh baby, I need you too. Good Lord knows I want to feel every inch of you around me.”

His hips gyrate, like he’s doing a salsa dance. It’s amazing. Micah gingerly snakes his way behind me once again. Drawing my leg over his, he takes his knee and widens the space between my legs to give him plenty of access to unite us. Finding my entrance, he hesitates for a moment lining himself right where he wants.

I moan with anticipation. My eyes are clenched shut and I’m yearning for the moment I feel him slide inside of me. So slow. So perfect. Hitting spots he’s never hit before. I suddenly realize he’s stopped moving and is eerily quiet. I’m praying whatever has caused him to stop moving will pass quickly.

“Baby,” he finds my ear breathing heavily. “Feel every hard inch of me as I slide all the way inside, making love to you.” His words hitch slightly when he slides inside just like I wanted him to. Nice and slow, slick with my juices that have coated every inch of him.

“Oh pretty girl, hot damn, your body was made for me. Fuck… you feel so damn good.” He says, grunting his words when his thrusts get more intense. Rolling my eyes in the back of my head, I enjoy the fullness of him. Giving into the sensation of how good it feels, I want more…need more.

“Oooohhhhh God, Micah. Please, please…do not stop.”

“No, way.” He grumbles.

With my head tilted back, I need more. “Harder…oh yes, harder.”

“Fuck yes!” His voice is as forceful as his moves.

Cupping my shoulders with his hands, he’s thrusting harder and faster. My leg over his thigh is bouncing with his swift movements. Not wanting anything to distract him from what he’s doing, I hold my leg higher, keep it there to make sure Micah has easy access. I realize the harder I pull my leg back, the deeper he penetrates. The tilt of my pelvis in the perfect position. Oh so wonderful.

Eyes rolling in the back of my head. “Oohhhh, my…Goddddddd.”

Moving in perfect rhythm, Micah’s breathing and rapid grunts of pleasure escape his lips every time he’s fully seated deep inside. Micah fits tightly inside of me, allowing me to absorb every part of him. The gentle friction of his body against mine sends shock waves throughout my entire body. Craving so much more, I let it be known how much I need him. My need and desire for him has no boundaries. When it comes to Micah, I surrender.

“Oh, baby.” He moans with every roll of his hips, widening his circles as to hit my magical spot that heightens my arousal. Shit, I have no idea if he is hitting the infamous G-spot or not. The only thing I know is if that’s what he keeps hitting, I hope like hell he doesn’t stop. Let me tell ya, it’s real, and it’s fucking amazing.

My walls contract around him when the tremors of my orgasm start to come to life. I place my hand over my bare, very slick mound. He’s so deep when he thrusts, I swear I can feel him in my throat. Every deep thrust has a slight sting of pain due to his size, but that same painful sting has me about crawling out of my skin in delight. Right now, I don’t care how I feel afterward, I want him harder…and faster.

Enveloping my closeness, his wet tongue traces a spot between my neck and shoulder. Warm and wet, it’s enticing. With an eager thrust, he pierces my skin with his teeth…hard. The eruption of his orgasm spurns on my release. His teeth penetrating my skin, at the same time his shaft penetrates my cervix is my undoing. I come…hard…loud…and I think the neighbors heard it all.

Both of us are breathing hard, and while he’s still deep inside, pulling us into a tight embrace, he softly kisses my ear.

Breathless he says, “Love you El.”

“Love you back,” I say, panting for my next breath.

Still winded, he asks, “Tell me all about him pretty girl. Tell me all of it, I want to hear it from your point of view. I need to learn about…my son.” He can barely say the words without losing it.

With our fingers laced together, I replay one of the worst years of my life. Bittersweet I guess, I lost so much in a year’s time. Then again, I got the world’s best present, Michael. He may have different parents raising him, but my baby has two parents who love him unconditionally. I don’t hold back my anger, hurt, loss or betrayal as I shed my tears, telling it to Micah. He’s living it all as I take a stroll down memory lane.

By the time I am finished, I get up and find my only picture I have of Michael. I treasure it as much as the hat, the one he wore when I held him that night. I swear I can smell him today, by now his smell is long gone, but it doesn’t stop me from remembering. Showing Micah the picture hits me so hard.

Holding it over my heart, I gaze into Micah’s glistening eyes. This moment, the moment I swore would never happen is about to happen.

With a slight shrug of my shoulder, I nervously hand it to him. “Here’s your son.” Holding my nonexistent breath, I realize how monumental this moment is.

Micah takes a few deep breaths, shaking like a leaf. As he takes his first glance, the tears come out full force. Holding his hand over his mouth, I can clearly see his shock, and a hint of dismay. Moments later, his eyes show grief and loss.

With a heavy heart, he says, “My baby…Elsa, this is our son.”

His words are etched with so much love and adoration for a baby he never knew existed until yesterday. In a whirlwind of rage and betrayal, it now gives way to sincerity and love.

Grasping my hand, he pulls me down beside him. We lay back, side by side and each stare longingly at our son’s picture. My arms are seen cuddling this tiny miracle. To make this even more amazing, we can just make out his little hand holding on tight to my ring finger…the left hand of course.

Passionately, Micah whispers to me. “See him, El? He’s holding the ring finger, the finger I’m going to use to make you mine. This is my sign, he’s holding that finger, telling you to wait for his daddy. He knew back then that you belong to me.” Not even expecting him to say this, I close my eyes and let that idea and memory take center stage in my heart. Enraptured with his declaration, I can’t help feeling euphoric.

Forever Micah, forever Michael. Both of these boys have enraptured my heart and soul forever.

I SPENT THE NEXT week in a frenzy of disarray and commotion to say the least. I try to spend as much time with Micah as we caught up on each other’s lives, and I’m amazed at most of the things he’s been up to. Shortly after coming home from the Air Force, he decided to partner up with Matt and they are now operating a successful home based security business. Business seems to be booming so they were able to hire additional help. Their father’s long line of friends and loyal customers with the McIntosh Group have been more than willing to support them and recommend the Taylor boys.