Wildcards

Everly Sanderson rushed into the bedroom; coffee mug in hand, trying to gather everything she'd need for the duration of her day. Only to find Michael wearing only dress pants, stretching groggily by the window as if about to complain about having to be awake. "Am I allowed to steal your coffee today?" he asked upon seeing her arrival. She always brewed more than enough, but for some reason going downstairs to pour himself a mug always proved to be a problem. Resulting in him drinking hers, everytime her back was turned. Not that she couldn't tell. She was about to protest like she usually did,but something about him was different this morning. "You seem more grumpy than usual," she noted. "I didn't get much sleep last night. I really could use a few more hours," he said sipping her coffee. She hadn't heard him come in last night. She must've been in dream land herself by then. "Well, you don't have a few more hours,so..." she shrugged almost apologetically. Seeing a small smile playing on her lips, he raised an eyebrow. "Why do I get the feeling that you're enjoying this a bit too much?" "What? Me? Never!" she full on grinned. Then,as if deep in thought added, " I'm actually thinking of ways that can help you stay awake." Totally lost in his groggy state,he asked. "And how are you planning to do that? Because your coffee clearly ain't doing the trick today." When he walked over to put the mug on the dresser, she saw it as the perfect opportunity to kiss him. Like really kissed him. As if she wanted to make sure that his last thoughts and complaints about being awake made no sense. She had meant to just distract him. But as the kiss deepened; intensity surged with raw heat that she couldn't resist, as her own body stretched allowing sensations and pleasure of the moment to energetically move within her. Leaving her with the strong desire to touch and taste him. She had always believed that men were designed to be the pursuer, you know; to earn a woman's affection, maintain her trust,and do all those important knight in shining armor-ish things...but she suddenly wanted to play. And because she was the kind of woman who knew how to misbehave, she didn't mind being the one who did the chasing that morning. So she started claiming his chest with wet, unforgettable and lingering kisses, making them trail down his stomach. She giggled when he shivered. Giving him more, making him sigh. Their connection was immediate. As they stared into each other's eyes, as if communicating what was to come- a powerful exchange of energy began. A silent conversation between two souls that transcended the physical. "We're already late." He weakly complained, reading her mind but making no effort to stop her. "How quickly the tables have turned." She remarked, thinking about how he was the one who usually advocated for a world where 'late-for-work' mornings were a mandatory affair. Truth was, life was always waiting for them- just outside the bedroom door. She had an important exam in a few hours, and he too had to be in court for an ongoing case. But even though she knew this all too well, she still wanted them to take the chance. To make the choice, to lose themselves in each other for just a while. Because sometimes you just run late, don't you? It simply cannot be helped. The world could wait for them. That moment- their passion, was all that topped their priority list at the time. Excitedly, she leaned down to undo his belt and managed to unzip his pants. They fell away easily with his boxers, while his throbbing manhood leapt up to greet her. He wasn't ticklish,but she could feel his sharp intake of breath as she placed one more kiss just below his belly button. She took her time as she grabbed and caressed the length of his manhood. Took a finger, ran it over the top of the head and knew that he loved it by his moan of approval. She continued massaging him. Using gently flowing strokes here and there, as if she knew that the more tender the touch - the more powerful it was. At times she barely touched him and other times made him feel the pressure and firmness of her hand. Her ideal man was someone who embodied the term 'dominant', but looked at her as his equal. Because she'd always felt like she could gladly kneel at the feet of a man who walked by her side. And he happened to fit that bill. That's why she didn't have a problem surrendering and submitting all by herself. She sank to her knees; positioning herself just in front of him, as if to say 'I am yours to do as you please'. Without breaking eye contact, she tasted the tip of him. At the back of her mind, she knew that they were on some race against time. But she wanted to take her time to savor him slowly. Add a bit of anticipation too, every now and then. Because she thought that the more teasing, the more pleasing they'd be. After moments of just tasting the flavors of his delights, she then tightly wrapped her lips around his shaft- all tensed in thick swollen veins, making him sigh her name. Every time she looked up at him; she knew that he could see her trust, see her love and understood the magnitude of his responsibility- which was protecting that at all times. And that's why even with the amount of power she yielded on her knees, with his manhood at the mercy of her delicate mouth- she felt the need to make him feel wanted and needed too. To satiate the deepest desires that only she could quench; she explored every inch of him with her mouth, unraveling his mystery slowly and delicately. Her inquisitive tongue always asking the questions that his body happily answered wildly and wetly. Every time she licked and sucked, she aroused all the yearnings that were usually tucked away. He watched her embrace her own desire for him - inch by inch, until she almost choked on her submission. As he watched her surrender a moment of air, it was in that moment, he knew; that she saw only him worthy of losing her breath over. There must've been magic in her tongue, because he could already feel fire burning within him and throughout. He could feel the touch of her tongue and lips everywhere as every inch of his hard rod throbbed and pulsated. With hot desires and sensual ecstasy, within every breath and pleasurable moan...he growled her name as he gave in to whatever had taken over his senses, making him feel like a million neurons in his body were firing off in all directions. Breathing heavily, he briefly sat on the bed to regain a bit of balance and proper respiration. "Worked better than the caffeine, didn't it?" she asked with a grin. "It sure did," he responded with a sigh. "Good. Now let's get you ready for work." She said heading towards the closet to find him a shirt. Returning to find him with his pants back and a white vest on, she handed him the shirt. "At least we didn't wrinkle those," she said with a wicked glint in her eyes making him laugh. "Grey or black?" he asked showing her the neckties he had just retrieved. "The black one will do," she said and waited for him to finish up. He grabbed his laptop and documents' case, while she grabbed her book bag and they headed to the door. Knowing their paths would be separating from that point forward, he kissed her forehead. "Have a good day, and kill that exam." He told her marveling at how ready he now felt for the day. "I sure will," she responded with a grin. Then; watching her walk away before getting into his car, he thought to himself- what a bad girl she was, but a damn good woman.