Chapter 47 26 Year's Orbit
Michael’s passion is reaching the sky right now. Swinging between pain and pleasure, I whimper to him, "Ahhh... go easy," but he looks into my eyes with a fire that could consume me, growling in response, "Even in these 26 years, you haven't understood, I cannot do this gently."
His tone rattles my very soul, and nothing but an involuntary "Uff... ahh.." escapes my lips. Without a moment's delay, he strips the clothes off both of us, tossing them aside like old memories, and throws a blanket over us, leaving nothing but the heat of our breaths.
With a single, powerful thrust, Michael positions his hard member against me and pushes it all the way in with his full strength. That pain reaches my absolute depths, but these 26 years together have made me accustomed to this sweet ache. Panting, I ask him, "After all, what do you eat that keeps you so hard even at this age?"
He grazes his teeth against my ear and growls, "It’s your love that keeps me this hard." Having said that, he begins to claim me with total intensity; every single thrust is so forceful that my whimpers echo throughout the room.
Michael’s roughness intensifies even further. With his powerful hands, he squeezes my breasts with such relentless obsession as if he wants to crush them. One of his hands is at my neck while the other is on my chest, where the marks of his fingers are imprinting on my soft skin.
He preys upon my body like a hungry lion. Leaning over me, he lightly bites my clit with his teeth, sending an electric jolt through my body that makes me writhe wildly on the bed.
"Faster... Michael, faster!" I scream in restless desire. Hearing my plea, he increases his speed even more; every stroke penetrates to the very core of my soul. He flips me over again and again, sometimes pulling me into a tight embrace and other times becoming even more aggressive.
This cycle continues until some unknown hour of the night he repeatedly claims me with his masculine power, and I happily surrender to his madness until we are both completely spent, collapsing into each other's arms.
Michael releases his entire warm essence deep inside me, and the moment I feel it, I say with a slight panic, "No... not inside, please."
But he asks with a mischievous laugh, "Why?"
I reply with a mix of anger and worry, "What if I get pregnant?" to which he nonchalantly says it doesn't matter, that another Ira or another Jacob will simply come along.
Hearing this, I remind him of his age, saying, "Look at your age, you’ve reached the age of a grandfather now; will you become a father again at the age of a grandfather?"
He leans in close to my ear in an intoxicating manner and whispers, "Do I look like an old man to you? If you think so, then tell me, and I’ll show you the strength of my youth again."
Seeing his intense demeanor, I immediately reply, "No, there's no need; I deal with you every day, and I know very well that you are very young now just be happy."
He begins to smile as we lie there, completely clothless and entwined in each other's arms. Then the atmosphere turns emotional, and I look into his eyes and say, "If I hadn't met you, I might have died; I truly had no standing, yet you not only made me your wife but also your business partner and gave me so much love. On top of that, my little children came into my life, everything is now fine between you and Ira, and Jacob has found Aria everyone is happy in their lives."
Michael agrees and says, "Hmm... say thanks to God." Surprised, I ask, "Ohho, you didn't used to believe in God, did you?"
He replies lovingly, "I’ve started believing since the day I met you; if God didn't exist, He wouldn't have given me such a lovely life partner."
I burst out laughing and then, worrying about Ira, I say, "Ira is pregnant; I've started feeling anxious for her." Michael reassures me, saying, "As much as you worry about her, Jack worries even more; don't fret, he will take great care of her."
I agree, noting, "Yes, that's true; Jack loves Ira very much, and Jacob was taking such good care of Aria during her illness."
Right then, Michael pulls me even closer and says with deep emotion, "Hmm... and I love you very much."
Hearing this, I smile and lean against his chest, saying only, "I love you very much too."
I say, "If I am given more lives, I will choose you every single time with my eyes closed."
He holds me tighter and replies, "I will choose you too; I hope God keeps us together in every lifetime because I won't be able to live without you."
He gazes at me with such raw intensity that it feels as if he is peering into my very soul, and I meet his eyes with the same unwavering devotion. Even though twenty-six years have passed, our love has not faded in the slightest; if anything, it burns brighter than ever.
As we look at each other, the distance between us vanishes. We lean in slowly, drawn by an irresistible magnetic pull, until our lips finally meet in a deep, passionate kiss.
THE END...!!!