Love rainy days
“You remade the bed?” You arched a questioning eyebrow at Mike as he stood by your bed and fluffed the pillows.
“Yeah. We had so much fun messing it up the first time, I thought we could do it again. Plus its supposed to rain all day so…” He shrugged his shoulders, giving you a salacious grin.
“You have the best ideas, Mikey.” You giggled as you tackled him to the bed.
“Okay guys eat up then you can watch cartoons.” You instructed Isaac and Cora. They had been up before the sun rose. Mike didn’t get called in last night by some miracle so you were letting him sleep in, a rare treat.
Only 7AM, going to be a long Saturday. Just as you took a sip of coffee the doorbell rang. “Who in the world could that be?” You said more to yourself than the kids. “Eat. I’ll be right back.”
When you looked through the peephole your mouth dropped open. You swung the door open. “Matt. What are you doing here?” He was holding a baby. Which raised even more questions
“Can I come in please?” Matt looked at you with the same green eyes as Mike. He looked scared, on edge and disheveled.
“Uh, yeah. Sure- sure.” Opening the door wider you gestured them in. As you lead him into the living room, you tried to remember the last time you saw Matt. Before Cora was born for sure. You sat down in a chair across from Matt.
“So. I’m sure you have a lot of questions for me about now,” Matt said sheepishly.
Isaac and Cora came into the living area upon hearing the new voice. “Who’s that?” Isaac asked. Cora climbed into your lap and gave Matt a shy smile.
“This is Matt. Daddy’s brother.” You informed both kids. “Isaac you were really little when you met him.”
“Wow. He’s gotten big, Y/N. And I’ve never met …”
“Cora. Her name is Cora.” You sighed as he fidgeted with the baby blanket. “Matt.” His eyes came up to meet yours. “What’s going on? You have a baby. We haven’t seen you in over two years.”
Matt told you once he felt more comfortable talking to you than he did Mike or his Dad especially. You did your best to help him. Once even clearing out your savings to pay for his rehab. Which Mike didn’t know about until after the fact.
He took a deep breath. “His name is Beckett. His mom took off right after he was born. I’m drowning here, Y/N. I need-we need somewhere to stay. Just for a little bit.”
“Not happening, Matt.” Mike’s deep voice startled you. You hadn’t heard him come in the room. Turning, you saw Mike’s jaw clench, his eyes narrowed at Matt. “Please tell me that is not your kid.”
“Daddy!” Cora jumped from your lap and ran to Mike, his face softened immediately. Mike scooped her up and kissed her cheek. “Wook a baby.”
“I see.” Mike turned his attention to you. “Can we talk in the kitchen please, Y/N.”
Mike turned on his heel and left the room before you could respond. “We’ll be right back Matt.” You nodded at him. “Isaac. C’mon, you need to finish breakfast.”
Mike was holding Cora giving her pieces of banana when you came into the kitchen. “The answer is no, Y/N. Before you even go there. He has taken advantage of us one too many times. He doesn’t come around unless he needs something. And where is the mother?”
“Micheal I know how he has been in the past but maybe he’s different. He looks sober and scared as hell. I can’t imagine being by myself with a newborn.” You put your arms around his waist and rested your head on his back. Both of you knew that was almost a reality a couple years ago.
“All done Mama,” Isaac called to you. “I’m gonna go play.”
“Me go too.” Cora proclaimed.
“Alright. I’ll be up to check on you in a few minutes.” You responded back.
“I don’t know, Y/N. He has burned so many bridges.” He sighed. Mike loved his brother but it would take a lot to earn his trust. Mike looked into the living room. Matt was standing looking at the family pictures, bouncing his son gently. Mike put his arm around you and pulled to his side.
“Let’s sit down and talk to him. See if he has any type of plan. Lay down rules…”
Mike kissed your temple. “You have a big heart Y/F/N Dodds. Let’s go talk to him.”
“I’ll put on more coffee.”
//And here’s something no one asked for! Alternate to my Doddverse ending of Heartfelt Passages.//
The definition of tragedy according to Merriam-Webster: noun –an event causing great suffering, destruction, and distress, such as a serious accident, crime, or natural catastrophe.
synonyms: disaster, calamity, catastrophe, cataclysm, misfortune, mishap, blow, trial, tribulation, affliction, adversity
Isaac and Cora giggled as you pushed them on the swings. Issac looked so much like Michael. Mike would always live on in Isaac’s eyes, and Cora’s smile. You smiled when you thought about him now. Not that losing Mike hurt any less than it did the day you lost him, it was just…different now.
For months after Mike died, you let the pain, resentment, blame and anger fuel you. You were mad at everyone. It was strange. Munson was the one you were least angry, even though he was the one who really took Mike from you and the kids. He never went to trial, just plead guilty. Avoided the death penalty, locked away for the rest of his life.
Olivia took the brunt of your anger and blame. She left Mike alone in the house with Munson. Took away your husband and children’s father. You blamed William for getting Mike the job. Damn him and his ambitious plan. You had even been mad at Mike. Which of course was ridiculous. It wasn’t like he planned on getting shot.
The townhouse you and Mike were just making a home, you never returned. All of Mike’s belongs were packed up and put in storage, except for pictures and a few of his shirts. William and Anne insisted you stay with them and you did gladly. The thought of being alone scared you.
You cried every night when the house was quiet. Isaac asked every night if Daddy was coming home. William was angry and withdrawn. Cora had colic. You lost weight, hardly slept and alienated all your friends. You were on autopilot. Surviving, but just. Those were the dark days.
On what would have been your second anniversary, you took out your wedding album. Mike had looked so handsome. Some many happy faces. The two of you thought you had years left together. Isaac sat beside you on the bed and looked through the pictures. He asked you “Where’s me?”
You grinned. “Right there. In Mommy’s belly.”
Slowly you came out of your depression. Family, friends, a good grief counselor, and medications helped. You and Olivia mended your relationship. Eventually, you and the kids got your own place, you got a job at a local hospital and things were returning to normal.
You had even gone on a few dates, a couple one night stands. And you were fine with that. You weren’t looking for a serious relationship, just someone to get tangled up with between the sheets. You knew you could never love anyone like you loved Mike.
As you were getting coffee one morning you heard a male say your name and touch your shoulder. “Y/N? Y/N Dodds?”
Looking up from your spot on the couch, Mike was holding up a bottle of wine. He gave you a wry smile. “Go ahead. Ask me. Ask me if I passed the NYPD lieutenant exam.“
“I knew it! I told you!” You popped up from the couch, stepped on the coffee table and into his arms. “You are amazing, Michael! I am so proud of you!“
He sat you on your feet but not before you pressed a kiss to his perfect lips. “What do you say we crack this baby open and celebrate.”
“Absolutely. I’ll get a couple glasses.” Mike followed you into the kitchen. “You just missed your Dad and Anne. They picked the kids up for a sleepover.”
“So, we have the whole place to ourselves?” Mike took the wine glasses from you and grinned. “Oh, the possibilities.”
“Yeah. Like eating dinner before it gets cold, peeing by myself, not having a foot in my face or being pushed off the bed, and sleeping in,” you said dreamily.
Mike laughed. “Great minds think alike.” You sat the wine glasses down on the counter. Mike popped the cork on the wine and poured a glass for each of you.
Halfway through the second bottle of wine, you were feeling pretty neat. Half empty takeout boxes were scattered around the table.
Mike had a half drunk smile on his face. “You’s so pretty, Y/N. How’d I land you?”
You giggled. “If I ‘member ya knocked me up.”
Michael laughed. “Oh yeah. I like you knocked up.” He waggled his eyebrows. “God, you are so-”
“Sexy,” you said completing his sentence. You dove at Mike, forcing him to the couch. Your lips crashed into his.
Mike picked you up to lay you back on the but lost his footing. The two of you tumbled to the floor, with you landing on him. Mike started laughing. “Are you okay babydoll?”
“I-I’m good,” you replied while still giggling. “I can’t believe you freaking dropped me!” Rolling off his chest to the floor your grabbed your stomach and continued laughing.
“I haven’t laughed like this in a long time. Not since my dad caught us in the car. Member that?” Mike’s eyes sparkled.
“How can I forget that? It was horrifying! I couldn’t look your dad in the eye for months.” You pushed yourself up on your elbow to look at Mike. “What about the time you were on the news in your boxer briefs.”
“Oh God they still rag me at the station for that,” Mike reminded you. “I mean it Y/N. You are so beautiful. I love you. His hand ran along your jaw to your neck. “Let’s get off the floor and into the bedroom.”
“Hmmm…just don’t carry me,” you said teasingly.
//All warm and fluffy. I loves it! And thank you! 😘//
“Looks like the rain has finally stopped.” Turning from the window, to where Mike was stoking the fire, “want to go grab some coffee?”
He gave you a skeptical look. “Really? You want to go out in this weather?” Mike straightened, looking out the window. He stretched reaching his arms over his head.
“I am so sick of being cooped up in this house all week, other than work. At this point, I don’t care if the sky was falling, I’d want to get out of here.” Crossing your arms, you arched an eyebrow at Mike.
Mike held his hands up in mock surrender. “Fine. I get it. Name the place.”
A few minutes later, you and Mike were out the door and on your quest for coffee. Despite the cold, wet weather, you were happy to get some fresh air. You hooked your arm inside Mike’s and smiled up at him. “Thank you for indulging me.”
Mike leaned down and kissed your head. “Thanks for getting me out. The leaves are so pretty. The air crisp.” Mike closed his eyes and inhaled. “I love this weather.”
“Hmmm… I agree. It’s the best season. Cool but not cold. The colors are so vibrant…oh we’re here.” You pulled Mike into the coffee shop.
The walk back was colder as the sun was setting in the sky. A shiver went up your spine when a bitter breeze blew through the thin sweater you decided to wear. “I’m kinda regretting this decision.”
Mike put his arm around your shoulder and drew you to his side. “Almost home, babydoll. Just a couple more blocks. Maybe the next transfer will take us somewhere warm.”
“Like Aruba? Or Maui?” You sipped your Macchiato thoughtfully, thinking back to when you were younger and your Dad was stationed in Atlanta. “Actually, no. I like living where the season’s change and the bugs can’t swoop in and carry you away.”
Mike laughed. “Good point.” The two of you ascended the stairs to your apartment. Mike unlocked the door and ushered you in. The fire was still going but you couldn’t shake the cold. “You go change into something comfy, I’ll put more wood on the fire.”
Mike turned as you entered the living room after changing. “Nice shirt.” He smirked as he looked you up and down. “And socks.”
“You said something comfy,” shrugging your shoulders you made your way to the couch. Mike’s sweatshirt hit just above your knee, while his socks hit just below your knee. The rain started pelting against the window.
“That I did. I admit. You look better in it than I do.” Mike sat beside you on the couch, placing his hand on your leg. “This is nice. We hardly get to just sit and enjoy one another.” He smoothed his thumb on the bare skin of your thigh.
The fire crackled and popped as the red and orange flames licked at the wood. Gazing over at Mike, he had a grin on his face. “Wanna share what that smile is about?” you asked, gently elbowing him.
“Hmmm? Oh, I-uh-I was thinking. About us. How much I love you. How happy I am. And hope you never come to your senses and realize you’re too good for me.” Mike tipped your chin and kissed you. “Mmm…I’m getting the macchiato next time.”
Giggling, you snuggled up closer to your boyfriend. “Just try getting rid of me.”
Being seven months pregnant meant staying close to home for your honeymoon. Which you really didn’t mind, you tended to be more of a homebody. When Mike brought up the idea of a cabin in the Adirondacks, you quickly agreed. Secluded and little cell reception, meaning you had Michael all to yourself for a week.
The cabin was darling. It was nestled in the woods, away from the main house. The living room had a stone fireplace with a big, plush couch sitting in front of it. The lighting was soft and dim. So much different from the ultra bright lights of the city.
It boasted an awesome kitchen. Mike had gone to the store before you left and bought food to stock the cabinets and fridge. You had planned on preparing most of your meals at the cabin.
Your favorite room was the bedroom, of course. A large sleigh bed took up the majority of the space, along with a small closet, dresser, and another fireplace. The bed faced a set of French doors that opened to a deck. There was a breathtaking view of the lake and foliage. A cool breeze came through the open French doors. You had slept so well with the fresh air and stillness
Mike lazily lifted his head from your chest. “Good morning, babydoll.” Stretching he placed a kiss on your lips. His hand went to your belly, protectively as a smile graced his perfect lips. It was the second day, the first day was basically spent in bed, only getting up long enough to eat and shower. Today the two of you had planned on taking a walk and going to the farm markets.
“Good morning. I trust you slept well.” You ran your hands through his mussed hair and slowly ghosted your fingers over the arm he now had draped over you.
“I don’t remember the last time I slept so well. Between the fresh air, hearing nothing but your breathing and the leaves in the trees, I slept like a rock.” Mike’s face was relaxed. The stress and worry seemingly wiped from his face.
“Yeah. Only I had snoring to listen to as well,” you said teasingly.
Mike sat up quickly, then started tickling your sides. He straddled your legs not relenting, despite your begging and threatening peeing your pants. The last part just causing him to laugh more. You retaliated back by starting your own tickling attack. Before long both of you were a giggling mess with tears falling down your cheeks.
The week was spent relaxing, exploring, eating delicious meals prepared by your wonderful. No schedule. No suits, no scrubs. And the phone hadn’t rung once. The two of you danced in the kitchen, made love outside. You were bummed to be heading back to reality on Sunday. To have to share Mike again with his Dad, SVU, criminals…
On Friday, Mike found a jazz festival he wanted to check out. You knew where there was jazz, there was BBQ.
Mike wrapped an arm around your waist as he studied the menu. “I think I’m getting the BBQ ribs, cheesy potatoes, green beans, cornbread, and peach cobbler. What sounds good, babydoll?”
“Oh! I’ll have the same! Plus a lemonade.” Your mouth was watering just thinking about it. You actually felt giddy.
“You sure you can eat all that? I may even have trouble finishing mine.” Mike teased.
“Believe me. I can and will finish, then come after yours, Mr. Dodds.” You poked his chest and laughed.
“Well consider me on notice,” he pulled you to him and kissed your head.
After dinner, which you did finish, you and Mike went to the area where the bands were playing. “I’ll be back in just a minute,” Mike winked as he walked to the back of the stage.
Clapping along with the crowd as the current song ended, you took a double take. Mike was on stage. What in the world was he doing up there?
“Hello.” Mike raised his hand for a small wave. “I’m Mike. That beautiful woman,” he pointed to you, “is my wife. Today is our one week anniversary. I have loved her for seven years, and soon we’ll have a son to share that love. It’s a wonderful world.”
You could feel everyone’s eyes in you, but the only person you could see was Mike. A small laugh escaped as tears stung your eyes. You blew him a kiss, while the other hand cradled your belly.
Mike caught you kiss and blew one back to you. “Hit it guys,” Mike started singing your favorite song. “I see trees of green, red roses too. I see them bloom for me and for you. And I think to myself what a wonderful world…”
// Continuation of THIS. Also, I am making this into two separate answers. I don’t feel she would just jump back in the sack with Mike. They need to rebuild trust 🙂 //
A month later and the texts, calls, flowers, cards hadn’t stopped. Finally one night, in a moment of weakness, you answered Mike’s call. Between the pregnancy hormones, a crappy day at work and the sappy movie, you were a sitting duck.
“Y/N. You answered.” He let out a breath. “How are you?”
“Pregnant”, you snapped. Mike was silent. You exhaled before answering his question. “Sorry. I’m good. You?”
“I’ve been okay. I’d like to talk in person. Can I come over?” His voice pleaded. You contemplated what he said. “Y/N? You there?”
“Mike. I don’t know if tha-”
“Please. I know I was an asshole. I want to apologize. In person. Please.” He sounded sincere.
“Fine. C’mon over.” No sooner than had you ended the call, then there was a knock at your front door. You shuffled to answer the door and was surprised to see Mike standing on the other side. “Mike. What are you- I just hung up with you.“
“’You should really see who’s at the door before just opening it. I could’ve been some crazy person…"
You cocked an eyebrow at him, “a crazy person? Seriously Michael?” Opening the door wider, you gestured for him to come in. “I was just about to have some hot cocoa. Want some?”
“Please. I haven’t had hot cocoa in years” he trailed behind you to the kitchen. “Wow, Y/N. Your stomach.” Mike remarked when your shirt rode up reaching for a mug.
Tugging at your shirt self consciously, you looked down. While your belly wasn’t huge, but there was definitely a noticeable bump. “I woke up one morning and it just kinda was…there.” A smile crossed your lips.
“Can, can I touch it…your belly?” Mike cautiously walked toward you.
You raised your eyebrows in surprise. “Sure. Here”, taking his hand, you guided it to your belly. “Nothing really to feel. Just feels likeI’m bloated.” You said with a little laugh.
Mike dropped to his knees. “Wow, Y/N.” When he looked up at you, there were tears in his eyes. “That’s my-our baby.” He wrapped his arms around your waist and rested his head on your belly.
It took you totally off guard. Hesitantly, you ran your fingers through his hair. God, you missed him, even though he had been horrible. In his defense, he had been trying to apologize and make things right.
Suddenly Mike stood, cupped your face and kissed you. At first, you resisted but melted into his arms and kiss. He pulled away. “I shouldn’t have done that. I’m sorry.”
You stood gaping at him as he ran his hands through his hair. Your fingers touched where Mike’s lips had just been. Unable to move, or speak, you just stood there and stared at him. Heart and brain battling one another.
Mike ran his hand through his hair. “I’m, uh, I’m going to go.” He turned on his heel, footsteps falling hard and fast on the wood floor.
“No. Wait.” Sprinting into the living room, you skidded to a stop feet from Mike. “Don’t leave. Not again. Please.”
Mike paused and turned to back to you. The tears that you been holding back were seeping from the corners of your eyes. He reached you in two long strides. Lifting you off the ground he squeezed you to him. “I’ll never leave you again Y/N. Never leave our child. I love you both so much.” He smoothed your hair and buried his face in your shoulder.
“ I love you too Mike.” He sat you back down on your feet and kissdd your lips gently.
A small grin crossed your lips as you watched Mike look out at the city. Your husband was looking exceptionally good. “Smile”, you instructed Mike.
He turned in your direction giving you his best Blue Steel. Mike changed his expression several times causing you to laugh until you had tears in your eyes.
“You are such a goofball” you said while dabbing your eyes.
Mike put a hand on your lower back. “I love that sound. And I love that I’m the one that can make you laugh and smile again.”
Mike’s hands gripped your hips as he pulled you back flush him on the dance floor. You reached around placing your hands on his muscular thighs. The night had started off innocently, drinks with Mike and the squad to celebrate Fin making Sergeant.
Now you and Mike were grinding on the dance floor. Hot, sweaty bodies pressed together. Mike started whispering in your ear. “That sweet little ass of yours is going to get you in trouble. Just wait ‘til I get you home.” He nuzzled your neck, then nipped your ear, sending a spark through your body.
Spinning in his arms, Mike wrapped his arms around your middle, drawing you close. You placed a hand to the back of his neck, pulling him close to whisper in his ear. “Why wait until we get home?” You pulled back, giving him a salacious grin.
He growled in your ear, “Let’s go.” He grabbed your hand and pulled through the back door and out into the balmy New York night. “I know it’s not private but I need to be inside you. And I can’t wait.”
“Hmm…such a bad boy” you purred, running a finger down his chest, stopping at his waist.
He spun you, pushed your scorching body against the cool brick wall. He reached around and unbuttoned your shorts. In one yank he pushed them, along with your panties down your legs.
You heard the telltale noise of his zipper. He dug his fingers into your hips pulling you back, bent over at the hip. ”We’re going to have to go hard and fast. Anyone could walk out that door…”
“I know Michael”, your raspy voice acknowledging him as you pushed back against him. “C’mon babe. I need you so bad.”
Michael grabbed his length, lining up with your dripping opening. One quick slam and he was in to the hilt. “Oh God” the both of you cried out in unison. Mike slammed into you again. “Y/N you feel, ahhh, so good. That greedy pussy taking all of me.”
Mike’s words turned you on even more. His thick cock thrusting in and out of you over and over. “Mike fuck yeah. You fuck me so good babe.” Mike reached around and circled your clit. That was all it took. The orgasm rolled through your body. “Mike, babe, damn..”
“Mmmm.. yeah.” Mike’s thrusts became more urgent needy. His fingers grasped your hips as he slammed into you one more time. “Damn babydoll, you never disappoint.” He leaned over and kissed between your shoulder blades. He pulled out of you.
“Right back at ya champ”, you winked as you pulled your shorts up. Just as you and Mike were heading back into the bar, a group of drunk co-eds came out the door.
After they passed you and Mike glanced at one another. Mike swiped his hand over his forehead, “whew. That was close.” He slung his arm around you, “from now on, keep it on your pants until we get home, okay Mrs. Dodds.”
Laughing, you playfully swatted his chest as you made your way back to the party.
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Could you write about Mike’s girlfriend losing her virginity to him? I can imagine he would be so attentive and gentle. I love how you write Mike. You really capture his personality well.
//Sorry this has taken so long to write. I wanted to make sure I did this right.//
The last few months had been a whirlwind. And that whirlwind had a name: Mike Dodds. Your relationship progressed quickly, with one exception. Sex. You were a virgin and Mike respected that. It was such a welcome change. When guys found out you were a virgin you either never heard from them again, or they made it quest to be you first.
One night while you and Mike were making out on the couch something sparked, this would be the night. You wanted this to be the night. You felt like you needed him. Not that you hadn’t craved him before but it was different.
“Mike.” You said breathless as he nibbled at your neck.
“Yeah babydoll. Everything okay?” He pulled back and looked into your eyes.
You felt a blush cross your cheeks. “I’m fine, well better than fine. I’m ready Mike.”
Mike gave you a questioning look, then realized what you were trying to tell him. “Are you sure? I don’t want you to do something you’re not ready to do.”
Pushing Mike back slightly you straddled his legs. “I’m absolutely positive Mike. This is what I want.”
He grinned, then gave you a soft, tender kiss. Mike stood still hanging on to you. You wrapped your legs around him as he carried you to the bedroom. He placed on your feet then tipped your chin up. “If you change your mind, just tell me and we’ll stop. Okay.”
Nodding your head, “okay.” You could feel the blush cross your face again. Biting your lip, you gazed up at him.
“Remember what I said…” his hand grazed along your jaw to the back of you neck as his thumb brushed over your lips. “You are so beautiful, Y/N.” He dipped his head down to give you tender wet kiss.
Returning his kiss you parted your lips as your hands roamed up Mike’s back under his shirt. His skin was warm and welcoming. He slid one hand to the small of your back and pulled you close to him. His arousal was evident.
He moved the kisses to your neck causing you to sigh. Pulling at the hem of your shirt, he lifted over your head, then shed his as well. God, his body was, just damn.
Putting both hands on his toned chest you pressed kisses to his pecs, then up his neck. Mike inhaled sharply when you flicked your tongue over his nipple.
Slowly gliding his hands up your back, he reached your bra and unclasped it. You allowed it to slide down your arms. Mike gently cupped a breast and ran his thumb over your taut nipple. Your breath caught in your throat. “Ahhh…”
Your nails slightly dug into his skin. Ghosting your hands down to his waist you slid your fingers through the loops of his pants and pulled him back to the bed, walking backward.
He laid you down and then slowly crawled up your body. Mike kissed his way up your body, first your stomach, your chest, your neck, then delivering tender kisses to your lips. He cupped one breast and rolled your nipple between his thumb and forefinger.
“Mike, that feels, ahhh…” you held on to his upper arms as he trailed wet kisses back down your neck. Taking a nipple in his mouth, he circled his tongue around the taut peak. It sent an electric spark through your body.
He continued to lavish your body with kisses. You could feel your panties dampen. Mike reached down to touch you through your shorts and you arched up to get some sort of friction.
Mike sat up and unbuttoned your shorts. He grabbed the waist and slid them down your legs as you raised your hips to accommodate. “Your body is amazing. You are amazing. I love you.”
“I love you too Mike.” Sitting up you crawled to the edge of the bed. His eyes were scorching, you could feel them burn through you. You held his gaze as you undid his shorts and pushed them off along with his underwear. His erection sprang free. You took him in your hand and stroked him.
“God baby”, he remarked as his fingers slid through your folds. “So wet.” Mike crashed his lips into you and laid you back on the bed. This was the farthest the two of you had been. As he hovered over you, placing kisses to your neck and mouth he asked you again “are you sure you want to make love? He pushed up to look you in the eyes.
“Yes, Mike. I’m sure”, you reached up and touched his face.
“If you need to stop, or something is hurting or you don’t like what I’m doing, just say so.” Mike looked into your eyes. You nodded your understanding. “I’m going to go slow.” Mike lined up with your entrance. He slid in a little at a time, watching your reaction.
You bite your bottom lip. What you were feeling was so foreign. A lot of pressure, stretching, but no actual pain.
Mike continued pushing into you slowly. When he was in all the way, he touched your face. “You okay?”
“I’m good Mike.” You gave him a small smile. He started pulling back out, and slowly back in. You moved you hips up to meet his. Mike continued to thrust in and out at a leisurely pace. He checked to be sure you were still okay. He kissed you, ran his hand up the side of you. Your hands grasped at his back.
“You feel amazing. God, so damn good babydoll”, He marveled. “I’m going to go a little faster, okay.” Mike sped up his thrusts causing you to whimper. He slowed but you encouraged him to continue.
It felt good, still foreign but good. You could feel something build low in your belly. It felt as though your body would explode and before you knew it you were calling out Mike’s name and digging your nails into his back. It elicited a growl from low in his throat.
“Oh sh-Y/N, I’m-” Mike hips jerked as he found his release. He slowly pulled out, rolled off you you dragging you into his arms. “That was-wow.” He carressed your arm with one hand and kissed your hair. “Are you okay?” When you didn’t answer, Mike tilted your up from where you were resting on his chest. You’re crying. Did I hurt you? Was it too uncom-“
You shook your head, “no. Nothing like that. I’m just…emotional. I enjoyed myself.” You gave him a watery smile. “Thank you for being so understanding and going slow.”
Mike kissed the top of your head. “Of course. Your happiness is my happiness. I’ll never do anything to hurt you. I love you.” Mike squeezed you to his chest and you draped an arm over his abdomen.
You placed a kiss to his chest. “I love you too, Mikey.”
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