Hearts on Fire 2: Michaela(21)
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Billy tuned Michaela around and bent her over on all fours. She was facing the portrait she had painted on the wall. He had stared at it for so long waiting for Michaela to awaken so he could ask her about it.
But right now he had one thing in mind. To make love to Michaela, and brand her his woman.
He ran us hands along her waist as he pressed against her back.
Moving her hair from her neck and face, he whispered and kissed her. “I love this painting. Are you almost finished with it?” he asked her, but all she could do was moan.
“Is it someplace you’ve been?” He maneuvered his arm around her waist and under her belly to press a finger to her pussy. She was sopping wet and his cock grew even thicker and harder.
“It’s Tuscany.” She thrust her ass back against his front. He used his other hand to cup her breast and pinch the nipple.
“I like it. The sun is gorgeous and so real looking. It’s got beautiful colors, and looks like a photograph.”
He pulled his fingers from her pussy, and she gasped until he replaced them with his cock. Easing his way into her cunt from behind, she whispered, “Not real, never been there.”
“Well, this is real. This moment, this connection.” He grunted as he stroked all the way into her, balls deep. Michaela gripped the comforter and pushed her ass back against him.
“You like how this feels?”
“Yes.”
“You want it slow or fast?”
“Fast, hard,” she replied, and he smiled.
He reached up and gripped her hair, giving it a slight yank. “Hard and fast, huh?”
“Yes.” She moaned, head tilted back, shoulders arched.
“You got it.” He slowly pulled out and then thrust back into her. He released his hold and grabbed onto her hips and began a sequence of strokes that made Michaela moan and call his name. The bed was creaking, the depth of his emotions was overwhelming, and she just kept encouraging him.
“Harder, faster, oh God. More, Billy, more.”
He thrust faster and harder, gripping her hips and her breasts before he heard her scream her release and her inner muscles tightened like a vise grip on his cock. He roared as he shot his seed into her core, shaking with overexertion.
“Amazing.” He kissed her shoulder and caressed her ass. She remained on all fours and he slowly pulled back but absorbed the sight of her body, as he detached his cock from her pussy. She was his, theirs, always. He massaged her ass cheeks and then gave her booty a spank.
“Hey,” she reprimanded.
“Hey yourself. You have a great ass, Michaela. One I can’t wait to fuck in just a little while.”
Her cheeks blushed, and she slid to her belly and curled up with a pillow.
He reached over and caressed along her hip, taking position next to her, lying on the bed.
He gently massaged her arm and then her thigh, ran his hands along her belly, and played with her belly ring.
“This is sexy, too. Maybe you could keep it covered when you’re working?” he asked, leaning over her shoulder. She smiled, and he absorbed the sight of her full, round breasts, her pink nipples, and her lightly tanned areolas. He caressed upward and cupped one of them.
“That belly ring helps me get the tips.”
He widened his eyes and pulled her tighter against him, while still cupping her breast. “A hell of a lot more than this belly ring is what gets you those tips.”
She chuckled and then turned onto her side and looked at the painting.
He continued to caress her as they stared at the unfinished painting. “Are you going to finish this?” he asked.
“I’m not sure. I don’t even know why I started it.”
“Did you see the picture somewhere? Does it remind you of something?”
“The Tuscan sun? The view?”
“Yeah, maybe you saw it before somewhere and it stuck in your mind.”
“I saw it before in books and online. When I was little, when my sister and I were close, we used to pretend that one day we would escape to a beautiful place, a home of our own on a vineyard, or in the country and out of Chicago. I guess when we both saw that beautiful Tuscan sun, we fell in love with it. It was like a fantasy of ours. But I was like eleven and she was nine and things with our parents got worse.”
“You took care of her?” Billy asked.
“All we had was one another.” She stared at the painting remembering her childhood. Billy caressed her belly, and snuggled up against her back. “I can remember her crying a lot. I just couldn’t seem to keep her happy.”
“Well, that’s not an easy thing to do. If your parents were fighting a lot and finances were so bad, I’m sure both you and your sister felt it.”
“Oh, we felt it all right. Especially when we went to school and our clothes were too tight and short, our hair a mess and we didn’t have any of the things other little girls had.” She tilted her head up, feeling the tears in her eyes.
“I didn’t even have a Barbie doll, Billy. I didn’t have any doll, or a stuffed bear I could snuggle with at night to keep my mind off of the problems and just be a kid.” She snorted. “Can you believe that? Out of all the different things I could have used, even a damn hug once in a while, I remember not having a bear to cuddle with. My poor sister was younger and in even worse emotional turmoil. God.”
“Hey, there’s nothing wrong with what you just said. You know our parents didn’t have a lot of money, but they did provide for us, take care of us, and sacrifice for us so we could succeed in life. I actually had a stuffed monkey I liked, a lot. Chester is what I called him.”
She chuckled as she held his arm tighter against her chest. She loved that they were talking like this and sharing experiences. It made her feel even closer to him.
“How did you and your sister drift apart?” he asked her. She hesitated a moment as she thought about his question.
“I kept that dream of escaping, having a better life, and not allowing my parents to suck the life out of me. Annette didn’t. By the time she finished middle school and went to high school, she’d already tried drugs, had sex, and was talking about running away. I tried to talk her out of it, but then she showed up at home less, snuck out at night, and I had my own problems.”
“Problems?” he asked.
She turned to look up at him. “I was taking care of the small house and doing the grocery shopping, or else we would have starved to death. I paid the bills and cared for my mom when she drank too much. After she died, my father’s business went downhill.”
“What did he do for a living?”
“He had a small construction company. That’s where I learned how to make a lot of things. I had to go there after school a lot because my mom was never around. I would get bored and would watch the carpenters working and they would teach me how to do things, especially when my dad was talking business, or trying to get a bill collector off his back. My dad tried to keep things from us about the relationship with my mom, but I heard them arguing at night. She cheated on him. A lot. Then she started over drinking and got sick. My dad was struggling to keep the house and to maintain his sanity and then he got hurt on the job.”
“Oh man, what happened?”
“At that point Annette was screwing around and left home. My dad fell on one of his construction sites along with three other workers, and he was investigated. It turned out he wasn’t operating the company the way he should have been. He got closed down, and even though he could have fixed the problems, he was at his wit’s end. He was nasty, verbally abusive, and I was sixteen and taking care of a cripple, working to pay the bills for the house, and he wasn’t budging. He was so depressed when my mom died, and then after the accident, there was no getting better. Every day his illness got worse, until one day, I walked into his room to wake him up, and he had died in his sleep.”
Billy squeezed her tighter. “I’m so sorry you had to go through all of that. What did you do next?”
“I sold off everything. Didn’t make a dime because money was owed on the house, and I focused and getting my life back. I finished school, paid off the bills, and then went to college.”
“That’s amazing, Michaela. You’re very brave and very strong,” Jake said as he joined them on the bed. Hal was there, too, now.
She looked toward the painting.
“I had a great job in Chicago in a corporate construction firm. I made smart investments and had a nice portfolio. Then I started to think about family more and more. You know being alone all the time on the holidays while all my friends and coworkers were with family grew old and depressing. So I decided to give Annette one more chance at keeping us a family. I decided I would try and if she declined, then I would take that trip to Tuscany on my own.”
“It’s not your fault that things didn’t work out. You tried, and nearly died doing that,” Jake told her.
“I know. But sometimes I feel guilty for a lot of things.”
Billy caressed her cheek and turned her toward him. “Guilty for what? You went above and beyond what any child or person should have to in that situation.”
“I watched my sister die after she told me she never wanted to see me again and that I was dead to her. I felt so hollow inside. I honestly don’t know why I turned to the left instead of the right. Most people would have turned to the right. Even the doctors said it was amazing.”