Emily looked up at him, loosing herself completely in his almond-shaped eyes. She realized in that moment that it didn't matter who he was or if his name was Michael or Micky or Gomer Pyle, she was in love with him. "Do you want me to leave?" Micky asked again pushing a wisp of her hair out of her face.
Emily shook her head slowly. "No." She whispered.
He embraced her tightly, running his hands up and down her back. "One more question."
She pulled back slightly and looked up at him. "What?"
"The age difference." He said. "Does it bother you?”
She put her fingers to his lips then kissed him long and deep. "Does that answer your question?"
"I believe it does." He smiled broadly then picked her up in his arms and carried her to the bedroom.
Micky set her down inside the door and quickly pulled her shirt up over her head, tossing it aside. He ran his hands down her face and neck then pushed the straps of her bra off her shoulders. He leaned down and kissed her lips, her jawline and down to the nape of her neck. Emily shivered in response as he found that spot below her ear with his tongue that drove her wild. She reached out and unbuttoned his shirt, pushing it off his shoulders running her hands down his strong arms until the shirt had fallen off and been forgotten on the floor.
He kissed and nibbled his way across her cleavage as she undid his ponytail wanting to run her hands through his hair. He unhooked her bra wanting to feel her bare skin against his own, then brought her to him in another strong embrace. He put his hands underneath her bottom and picked her up as she wrapped her legs around his waist. She leaned down, kissing him deeply as he carried her to the bed.
Micky placed her carefully on the bed and cupped her aching breasts in his hands, running his thumbs over the nipples until they were hard and swollen. She arched her back and let out a soft whimper as he took one in his mouth, swirling it with his tongue and grazing it lightly with his teeth. He kissed his way down her stomach, swirling his tongue around her bellybutton and to the top of her jeans. He unbuttoned and unzipped them then teasingly slid them off of her legs slowly. Starting at her toes, he kissed his way up her legs not wanting to miss an inch of her tender flesh.
Emily felt sensations running through her entire body; her skin was on fire from his kisses. It was almost more than she could stand and when he got up to finish undressing, she thought that she would die without his touch. She reached for him, pulling him down to her lips, kissing him and running her fingers through his hair and down his back.
Micky entered her slowly, pushing deep inside her as she squealed out his name in delight. She wrapped her legs around him and together they rocked together slowly and deliberately wanting it to last. He enfolded his arms around her desperately trying to bring her closer, if that was possible. They came together, waves of liquid heat pulsing through their bodies.
They lay entwined together afterwards and when coherent thought was possible again, Micky said cautiously, "Oh, there's one more thing I have to tell you."
"Now what?" She pulled away slightly looking at him fearfully.
"I love you, Emily." He smiled.
She giggled and then showered his face with kisses. "I love you too, Michael.”
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