It Just Feels Right Ch. 02

She froze and laid back as he finished scooting the shorts up to her waist, amazed by the delicate way he touched her. Images of him tying her to his enormous four poster bed flashed in her head. She grinned at the thought of being with him again.

He picked up the camisole and climbed back into the bed with her. "Sit up." She obeyed and he quickly had the top over her head, even helping her get her arms through the straps. He pulled it down to her waist and let his hand rest on her belly as she laid back down.

Mike had seen women in all kinds of alluring nightwear throughout his escapades. You'd think that after one had seen model-types in the most expensive and revealing lingerie available that seeing someone in a pair of shorts and a tank-top wouldn't have much effect on him...but it did. The top clung to her every curve...leaving an ample amount of cleavage visible and ending just before the waistband of her oversized shorts.

Again, he left and returned with a comb. Mike sat behind her on the bed and carefully brushed her damp hair into long, dark brown strands. He couldn't help but lean forward and smell how his shampoo reacted with her scent. It smelled heavenly and he had to bring himself back down to Earth. He settled for a kiss on top of her shoulder as opposed to the numerous scenarios he had going through his head and scooted himself back to her side.

Shelly smiled at him as she murmured her thanks. He traced her jawline with his knuckles as he stared down at her.... his hands slowly drawing lower on her body. He felt his fingers begin to trace the small strip of skin visible between her shorts and top as he looked down at her. Mike imagined all the things he would love to do to her...how amazing her body would look afterwards...the sounds she would make when he made her really explode...how amazing it would feel to be inside her again. Lost in his own thoughts, he leaned down and ran his tongue along her stomach where his fingers had just touched.

Shelly lost all her breath when she felt his mouth on her. It was so sweet, so unexpected...so intimate that she closed her eyes and let her hands fall to the back of his head...running her fingers through his black hair. She gasped as she watched his profile...his eyes were closed, and he placed gentle and soft kisses on her exposed skin. A smile broke out across her face as his whiskers began to tickle her. She tried to hold them in, not wanted to disturb the reverence of the moment...but she couldn't contain them and soon erupted in a fit of laughter.

Mike caught on and grinned against her shaking belly. "Ticklish?" He rubbed his chin along her skin again, bringing forth another fit of giggles. She bit her lip and tried to silence herself as his playful eyes danced across her. "Hmm.... that is very good to know." He winked as he sat up taking her hand in his. He kissed the middle of her palm and gently bit the tip of her middle finger before letting it drop back to her side. "Be right back."

Again, he swept out the door, leaving her laying there. Immediately her thoughts drifted to him being in this big bed with her. She cuddled down into the pillows a bit more and felt the smile split her face as she imagined all they could do together. She hadn't felt this giddy over a man in...well...ever. Never before had she felt this sense of "rightness." It was still very new and fresh and uncharted...but Shelly wasn't scared. She was excited to see what would happen next.

"There you go with that lip again."

Mike's voice startled her just a bit as he re-entered his bedroom, carrying something. She smiled, releasing her lip from her teeth.

"I can't help it sometimes." She couldn't wipe the smile off her face as she gazed up at him.

Mike drew back the covers and placed a cool-pac next to her hip.

"Holy shit!" Shelly gasped and instinctively tried to get away from the cold bag, but Mike had planted a hand on her waist to hold her still.

"I know....I know it's cold. It will get better, I promise." His voice soothed her even as she still tried to move her tender hip away from it.

Finally, she settled down and adjusted to the cold on her. She hated to admit it, but it was helping to numb the pain. Mike was watching her, looking down on her like he expected her to jump up and slap him. Instead, she smiled.

"Thank you."

Relief crossed his face as he smiled back at her. "One hour, Miss Kourting. Starting now. If your pain hasn't decreased in one hour, we go to the ER. Got it?" He bent and kissed her quickly then turned as if he meant to leave.

"Where are you going?" She sat up on her elbows, alarmed that she had done something wrong.

He stalked back over to her and pressed her shoulders until she was lying flat again. "I have some work to do, and I thought I'd attempt to make some dinner." His eyes demanded hers as he stood over her. "You will lay here and rest. I'll leave the door open so if you need anything before I get back just holler. I'll be able to hear you."

"Mike...come on...I'm ok..."

"It's not up for discussion." His voice was firm as he arranged the blankets over her.

She felt like she had been scolded into silence as she pouted. He must have seen the resignation in her eyes as he watched her.

"I'll be back soon. I suggest you try to get some sleep."

"I'm not tired!" Shelly knew her protests were in vain but had to verbalize them anyway.

"You are more tired than you know." He leaned over her and ran his knuckles across her jawline. He kissed her mouth lightly. She tried to deepen it, but he stood back up and dimmed the lights. "Rest."

"Could you at least hand me my cosmetics bag?"

Mike stopped and turned, half-smiling at her. He looked at her face...perfectly beautiful to him. Shaking his head and once again concluding that he would never fully understand women, he reached into her suitcase and plucked a zipped pink bag out. She nodded when he held it up to her, so he set it on the nightstand next to the bed. He leaned down once again. "Try to sleep." His breath tickled her ear and sent yet another zing of pleasure down her body.

He turned on his heel and left then, passing through the threshold without a sound.

She laid there, staring at his ceiling, wondering what just happened. Was she just 'put to bed'? She glanced over at the clock on the night table. "It's only 9:30!" she yelled at the empty doorway. There was no response. She grumbled to herself, deciding to get up...she wasn't a child! She had been making her own decisions for a LONG time now, and can damn well decide for herself when she is going to go to bed! She didn't want to waste any of their time together being apart.

As she threw the covers back and began to swing her legs over the side of the bed a blinding jolt of pain stopped her in her tracks. She couldn't help the initial cry of agony, but quickly clamped her mouth shut as she slowly laid back down...moving her legs back very slowly. 'Ok...so maybe lying here for a while isn't such a bad idea after all.' Her ears were ringing with pain as she tried to slow her breathing. She replaced the cool pac on her hip, only slightly cussing as it touched her skin again.

Mike was back in the room in a flash. "What happened?"

Shelly waved him off, not wanting to get into trouble. "I'm fine...just tried to move too fast." She couldn't look at him. She knew he would know what she had been up to if she did.

Mike's jaw clenched as he helped her readjust the blankets over her. "Will you just do as you are told for once?" His eyes showed genuine concern but his voice was borderline angry.

She looked up at him, a bit startled. Her eyes dropped from his as she quietly answered him.

"I will."

He stood up and gazed down at her. He looked like he wanted to say something, but just squeezed her hand before turning and exiting once again.

Shelly sighed...seemingly frozen for a couple seconds, trying to decipher what she was feeling. Eventually, she retrieved her bag off the table and began selecting items out of it. Holding up her compact mirror she surveyed her face. 'Too many freckles.' As she rubbed moisturizer onto her cheeks, she thought about her situation. On one hand, she was perturbed at someone telling her what to do...as she was perfectly capable of running herself. On the other, there was a part of her that loved being taken care of. She yawned as she applied some powder to her face. A small bit of mascara and she felt satisfied. Thoughts were still racing through her mind as the room became blurry. Shaking her head, she decided that the heavy thinking could wait. Her head was beginning to feel fuzzy anyway.

Before long, the soft mattress had enveloped her and she couldn't keep her eyes open any longer. She tried to fight it, determined to 'prove him wrong.' In the end, she admitted to herself that Mike had been right. She was more tired than she realized. She slowly drifted off into a deep sleep, resting her head on a pillow that smelled like him.

He poked his head around the door to his bedroom about twenty minutes later, halfway expecting to see her up and walking around just to prove she could. However, he was pleasantly surprised to see her sleeping peacefully in the middle of his bed. She was lying on her back, one arm up by her head, the other resting across her stomach. Her face looked so serene as she laid there. He set the tray of soup down on his dresser and gently sat on the edge of his bed.

She made the slightest mewing sound in her sleep as she 'reacted' to the movement of the bed. Her eyes fluttered for a moment, and he was scared he had woken her...but she soon settled and her rhythmic breathing resumed. Mike watched her chest rise and fall beneath his blankets...grateful she was finally resting.

What had this girl done to him? He pondered the strong feelings he had for this woman. He hadn't even known her for 24 hours, and all the sudden he realized he didn't want to see his bed without her in it. Whatever it was, he hadn't felt it in a long time...and he was at a complete loss as to what to do about it now. He knew he couldn't ask her to stay or she would most likely deem him a freak stalker and run scared...but he couldn't act like he didn't have these feeling either. 'Just play it by ear, Harding.' He said to himself. 'Just wait and see what comes.' Deep down, even though he wouldn't admit it even to himself, he knew he had found something very special in her.

He slowly peeled the covers back. Very gently, he retrieved the now warm cool pac from underneath her as he looked over her hip. It looked better...not good...but better. Satisfied that she should rest some more rather than wake her to fight to go to the hospital, he sighed. He resisted his urge to crawl in there with her and hold her while she slept, deciding he needed to focus on his work while he could. Mike picked up the soup and made his way out the door.

For the second time that night, Shelly woke up in Mike's bed. Only this time, she knew exactly where she was. She grinned broadly before she realized Mike wasn't there with her. A glance at the clock on the night stand told her it was close to 1 am. She could hear the buzz of a television somewhere outside his room. She gingerly tried moving her right leg, relieved that the pain was much less intense. She drew the covers back and slowly moved her legs to the side of the bed. It was still sore, but not anything close to the last time she tried to get out of bed. She slowly stood and ran a hand through her hair. Tentatively she made her way out the door and down the hallway...trying to remember the layout of his house. She followed the light and sounds and soon came to the overstuffed sofa in the living room. The television was only white fuzz as Mike was reclined on the sectional...his head propped up by a pillow...gently snoring with his closed laptop to the side.

She smiled as she saw how handsome he was even in sleep. He looked childlike and young. Shelly quietly made her way around his legs to the table where the remote sat. She clicked off the flickering TV and set it back down. Mike woke with a start, his eyes wide open as he looked around, trying to get his bearings. Once he saw her, a look of relief flooded his face before he narrowed his gaze on her. "You are supposed to be resting." His voice was deep and sleepy. It sent shivers down her spine.

"I was....but I woke up, and you weren't there." She whispered. At his skeptical look, she pointed to her injured hip. "It feels much better."

Mike smiled...stretching his arms and looking her up and down. He brought himself back to a sitting position and leaned forward. "Let me see."

Without thinking she walked over and stood in front of him. He placed his hands on both sides of her waist, looking up at her as she bit her lip. Slowly, he turned her so her right side was towards him. Carefully he slid his fingers beneath the waistband of her loose fitting shorts and began to draw them down. Shelly closed her eyes and prayed for strength as she heard his quick intake of breath as more of her bare skin became visible to him. Slowly...so very slowly he pushed them down...one hand against her stomach...the other against her ass. He let his hands feel her skin as he drew the shorts lower. His eyes were glued to the waistband as it slowly revealed more and more of the curve of her ass. He groaned quietly as it crested on the roundest part and exposed more of her to him.

The shorts dropped to the floor as Mike reached for the hem of her camisole. Gently he grasped it in his fingers and pulled it up...revealing the rest of her side. He had to close his eyes for a couple seconds as he regained control. Mike wanted nothing more than to put his mouth everywhere on her right now...but he had to focus. His fingers trailed gently down her newly exposed back and front as his eyes

finally settled on her hip. The bruise did look much better. It didn't seem as swollen nor nearly as dark. He smiled, knowing he had a hand in making it better.

"See?" Her voice brought him back from his visual inventory.

"I do." His eyes didn't waiver from her darkened skin. "It looks better."

Shelly grinned in satisfaction. "No hospital."

Mike's gaze traveled up her body...settling on her eyes. "How's your pain?"

"It's ok. Much better than before."

His eyes narrowed. "Are you sure?"

She nodded. Mike began to stroke the soft skin of her leg as he watched her face. He ran one hand up the back of her calf muscle...feeling the roundness. The other began caressing the front...gently sweeping his fingertips up and down the front of her thigh. Then, moving up, a hand found her ass...caressing...slowly squeezing. At the same time the other hand made lazy circles on her stomach, just below her bellybutton. Shelly felt like she would crumble from desire as he drew her closer to him...finally being able to feel his warm breath on her hip. Gently...ever so gently he placed his lips in the middle of the worst part of her bruise and kissed it. Her hand found the back of his head and she began running her fingers through his dark hair. His tongue caressed her bruised skin as her breath caught in her throat. His arms wrapped around her as he held her still...running the tip of his tongue up and down her hip. His kisses got bolder, but never harder as a low growl came from his throat.

Finally he turned her body, so she was facing him. He was still sitting, putting him at eye level with her hipline. His mouth continued its tour of her body as he kissed and licked her stomach, staring up at her the whole time. She was naked from the waist down and Shelly could not believe the reaction her body was having to him. Her hands were in his hair as he moved lower...teasing her...running his mouth along her pubic line, but not quite touching her. She moved her hands to his shoulders as he moaned and scooted her even closer to him. "Are you ok?"

She had been so lost reveling in the feelings he was triggering in her that it took a while for his question to register. She looked down at the beautiful man in front of her. "I am more than ok." She smiled at the look that splashed across his face at her words. His eyes changed slightly then...they became darker...filled with passion.

His mouth returned to her body. She could feel his breath on her most aching spot and silently begged him to touch her there. But he didn't. He kissed her legs...her stomach...her hip bones...but drove her completely insane by not touching her there. Finally she couldn't take it anymore. "Please..." she whispered.

He looked up at her. "Please what?"

God his voice drove her crazy when it was all husky and filled with desire.

"Please touch me....please." Her voice was little more than a whisper as a sly smile spread across his lips.

"Take your top off."

She didn't hesitate for a second, grabbing the camisole by its hem and pulling it over her head. Mike nodded his approval as his eyes raked across her naked form. He loved her curves. She had such a perfect hourglass figure. Her body was one that made a man feel masculine. It gave him something to grab on to. She wasn't model skinny...but she was perfect for him. When you touched a body like hers, you knew you were touching one hell of a woman. So many of the girls he had been with were rails...no boobs...no ass...no hips. He liked soft skin. He liked not seeing hip bones sticking out. He liked a little meat on his women. He ran his hand down the slope of her ribcage to her hips...down her thigh. Her skin was so soft. Mike got lost watching his fingers dance across her skin...watching the goose bumps form in his wake. He heard her shudder and smiled. Her response to him was the main thing. He adored how he could get a reaction out of her body doing only the slightest of things.

He finally looked up at her face again. Her lips were parted and her eyes were alive with passion...burning emerald green. She looked absolutely beautiful. He smiled as she licked her lips and swallowed...probably trying to wet her dry throat. Her hair had dried into relaxed waves that framed her face and ended just above her amazing tits. He watched them rise and fall with each breath she took. He reached up and cupped both of them in his hands, brushing his thumbs across her nipples. Instantly they grew hard as she gasped for breath. Mike smiled again as his eyes watched her nipples react to him. His hands came around her and landed on her ass. Mike squeezed and caressed her backside as her hands found his hair again. His lips kissed the soft flesh right above her neatly trimmed pubic hair...then slowly drifted lower. Shelly tried to arch against him...tried to make it easier for him to access her there. But he was holding her so tightly that she could barely move. He pulled her closer, and she straddled him on the recliner on her knees. His arm held her there as he scooted himself down a bit further.

The anticipation was killing her. She could feel his breath on her. Her body began to shake as she licked her lips. "Please, Mike..." She barely got the words out at a whisper as his eyes bored into hers.

Finally his grip loosened, and in what seemed like a flash, he stood and turned them around, pushing her back on the recliner. He let out a small growl as he leaned over her and spread her legs. His eyes kept on hers as his head finally dipped lower lower...his tongue snaking out to touch her where she ached for it most. Her back arched as she thrust her pelvis at him...trying to give him easier access. Mike groaned as he tasted her, his tongue licking up her slit. He gently pressed out on the insides of her thighs, sending her a signal to spread her legs further apart and smiled when she did. His finger joined his effort as he eased it inside her...already she was so wet...so wet and so hot. His tongue flicked her clit...loving her taste...feeling her hands and nails digging into his shoulders as she tried to keep him close. He knew she wouldn't last long...she was very ready to cum for him, and the little sounds she was making were driving him insane.