85 Day's Later
Springing joyfully out of bed, Michael awoke with a huge smile upon his face. Leila was finally getting out of rehab, and he couldn't have been happier. It had been a long three months, and he couldn't wait to spend more time with her again.
After taking a shower and getting dressed, Michael headed into the kitchen for a glass of orange Gatorade. Since he quit drinking, it was his beverage of choice for breakfast instead of Vodka, Gin, or Rum. It had been over 90 days since he last touched alcohol, and he was feeling great. His mood was happier, and he was optimistic about the future. The only thing that was missing from his everyday life was Leila.
Hopping in his car, he made his way to the 'Betty Ford' clinic. At first, he thought about having Wayne drive him to the facility, but he wanted to pick her up personally and bring her home-- or at least he hoped that she would consider his home hers as well.
Leila still hadn't made mention of what she was going to do about Calvin just yet. But she did tell Michael that she wouldn't be returning to her former home and had decided to stay with him at his place like they agreed upon a few months ago.
When Michael entered the clinic, he spotted Leila saying thank-you to the hospital staff and giving them hugs. As he stood there, silently watching her, his heart smiled. After Leila finished saying her goodbye's, she turned to see Michael waiting for her.
Running towards Michael excitedly, Leila hugged him tightly once she reached him.
"Oh, baby! I can't believe this day has finally come," she spoke emotionally.
Picking her slightly up off the ground, Michael twirled her around. "Me either! I'm so proud of you, baby."
"Thank you, Michael. Thank you for believing in me."
Michael kissed her cheek. "I knew you could do it. Now let's go home."
As they were walking to the car, Michael swatted Leila softly on her behind. "You got a little extra cushion while in there, I see."
"Stop it, Michael! I'm already feeling self-conscious about it."
"Why? It looks good, baby. I can't wait to play with it later." He giggled. "Or when you're feeling up to it."
Turning around to face him, Leila wrapped her arms around his neck. As she pressed her body snuggly against his, she could feel just how hard he was for her.
After checking their surroundings to make sure that no one was watching, Leila placed her hand softly on his member.
"Mmm baby, you missed me that much, huh?"
Michael moaned softly as he bit his bottom lip. "It's been a long three months, baby. You have no idea of just how much I've missed making love to you... That damn center needs to allow conjugal visits!" He laughed.
"Oh, don't you worry-- we'll make up for the lost time," Leila whispered as she kissed his lips softly.
When they arrived at Michael's condo, Leila covered her mouth with her hands in surprise. Michael had strewn thousands of red and white rose petals throughout his apartment. After taking Leila's bag. Michael lit several candles that had been placed in the shape of a heart.
"Oh my God, Michael! This is so beautiful... You didn't have to do all of this for me. You've already done so much." She exclaimed, her voice full of emotion.
"You're right, Leila. I didn't have to, but I wanted to." He smiled tenderly.
For the remainder of the day, Leila and Michael discussed her time spent in rehab. Even though he was visiting her every chance he could, there just wasn't enough time for them to discuss everything. The 'Betty Ford' clinic was an excellent rehabilitation center, but they also ran a tight ship.
Every morning patients had to awake at 6 am. They had daily chores, therapy sessions, and plenty of activities to attend, etc. To make sure that she was comfortable, Michael went the extra mile and requested that Leila have her own living quarters. He knew that she was a private person, so being roommates with someone was not ideal.
As they lay tenderly in each other's arms, Leila expressed to Michael that she wanted to take a hot bath so that she could get more relaxed. It had been a long day, and she was feeling a bit run down.
When Leila got up from the sofa, Michael stood up behind her. "You see that there are two colors of rose Petals, right? I want you to follow the red ones." He smiled into her hair.
Doing exactly what he asked, Leila was led to a room that housed a huge jacuzzi where even more roses were scattered about. As Leila looked around the room, she noticed that Michael had placed an assortment of bath oils, body wash, and perfumes near the tub.
"Michael baby-- I know that I said this earlier, but this is soooo beautiful... And romantic, might I add."
"I'm so glad you like it, sweetheart. I'll um-- get going now so that you can relax."
As Michael turned to leave, Leila pulled him back towards her.
"Boy, if you don't stop playing and get your ass in here with me." She laughed heartily.
As Leila slowly unbuttoned Michael's shirt, she placed a tender kiss on each of his nipples. He breathed shakily. "I've been missing the feel of your soft lips on me."
His nipples now hard, she licked them lightly. "Same here, Michael. I can't wait to feel you deep inside of me."
After they finished undressing one another, Leila got into the hot tub first.
"Come here." She motioned for him to sit between her legs.
Once Michael was sitting comfortably between her thighs, he leaned backward in her embrace.
"Are you comfortable?"
"Yes, Leila... This is the most comfortable I've been in a long time." He spoke softly as he closed his eyes.
Leila gently kissed the top of his head. "While I was in rehab, I made a to-do list."
Michael inhaled and exhaled deeply. "That's good, baby."
Leaning over the side of the tub, Leila grabbed her notebook from the bag she had taken into the room with her.
"Baby-- can you take a look at my list and tell me what you think?"
Opening his eyes slowly, he took the notebook from her. "Leila! Is this for real?" He blurted out loudly.
"Yes, Michael-- It's for real. I learned a lot while I was in rehab. Calvin had me so brainwashed that I needed deprogramming. Until that happened, there was nothing you or anyone could say that would get through to me."
"But you decided to check yourself into a clinic-- so something had to have gotten through to you, right?"
"Yes, Michael... it did. And your advice was one of those things, but sadly-- it wasn't enough. Calvin molded me to serve his selfish interests. I was brainwashed into putting him first."
Turning around to face her, Michael took her hands in his. "Leila, please know that I'll never hurt or mistreat you... I'll always put your wants and needs above mine. I love you so much, sweetheart."
"I love you too, Michael. Thank you for showing me what it feels like to be loved and genuinely cared for."
"Oh, Leila-- This is only the beginning. Now that I have unrestricted access to you and your heart, I'm going to show you what it feels like to be loved completely and unconditionally."
As soon as Michael finished speaking, he pulled Leila into his arms. Crushing his lips against hers. He grabbed the nape of her neck, thrusting his tongue into her mouth. Leila moaned a silky, delicious tone that Michael felt deep inside his soul.
Without breaking their kiss, Leila straddled his lap and grasped his dick. Her hands slowly stroked up and down his length, as they continued kissing each other passionately.
Gripping her ass with his large hands, he laid his head on her shoulder. He cried out her name. "Leila... Leeeila... Ooooh, fuck!"
Just as he was about to orgasm, Leila removed her hand from his wand.
"Leila, why'd you stop? Is everything alright?" He panted.
"Yes, baby, but I want to take my sweet time with you." She grinned saucily.
With his dick aching badly, he groaned. "Leila baby, please. I need to--
She placed her index finger on his lips. "Shhh! Sorry baby-- not right now."
Rolling his eye's in exasperation, he turned Leila around so that she was lying with her back against him. If he had it his way, he would have started pleasuring Leila first, but she caught him off-guard.
"OK, Ms. James-- since you wanna play games... Let's play." He whispered mischievously in her ear.
Spreading her legs wide, he palmed her mound light and slow with one hand while caressing her breast with the other.
When Leila tried to guide his hand to her pearl, he swapped it away as he continued to massage her box.
"Michael-- can you touch my clit, please?"
"Sorry, baby-- not right now." He mocked in return, repeating what she told him moments ago.
"Please, Michael... I'm sorry for teasi--
Just before she could finish speaking, he captured her mouth in a scorchingly hot kiss.
Deciding that he had tortured her long enough. He stroked her clitoris gently, as he sang softly into her ear: "I caress you, let you, taste a, just so blissful listen."
"You're not playing fair." She breathed huskily.
Michael chuckled. "I'm just repaying you for earlier."
As the water from the jacuzzi mixed with her wetness, Michael slid his long fingers in and out of her silky as he stroked her hood in small circles.
"I think you're wetter than the water." He teased through closed eyes, enjoying the way Leila was reacting to him.
When Michael felt her walls tightening around his fingers, he moaned softly in her ear. "Mmm, baby... Are you enjoying this? "
"Ah-ah-ah!" she whimpered, unable to speak.
"I'll take that as a yes." He beamed with satisfaction.
Grabbing hold of his arms. Leila screamed Michael's name repeatedly as she experienced multiple orgasms.
When her body went limp, Michael kissed her shoulder softly. "Are you alright, sweetie?"
"Yes, baby-- I just need a moment to collect myself."
When Leila stood up to stretch, Michael cupped her ass as he kissed each cheek tenderly. Knowing exactly what he wanted, she got down on all floors.
After getting down on his knees, Michael slid his hard dick into her pussy slowly. His body shuttered at her tightness.
"Damn, Michael... That feels sooo good!"
"Mmm... Yes, Leila, it does."
As he pumped in and out of her, beads of sweat formed on his forehead. He watched intensely as his thick wand glided in and out of her, becoming coated in her honey.
Biting down on his bottom lip, he pushed deeper inside of her, his pelvis touching her butt.
"Oh, Leila-- shit." He groaned deep.
"Y-yes, Michael! Fuck me harder!" Leila purred in response, as she rocked her ass in unison with his powerful thrust.
Michael spoke unabashedly. "Am I the only one that can make love to you but also fuck you as well, sweetheart?"
"Yessss, Michael... You're the only one!" She cried out loudly.
Holding onto her hips firmly, Michael pumped faster and faster. His orgasm near, he moaned. "Oooh, Leila! I'm cuming baby... You feel so delicious."
Filling Leila with his hot seed, their bodies shook uncontrollably. They had sung their most erotic melody yet.
"Are you ready for part two, Leila? I want to taste every crevice of your beautiful body. I don't wanna stop 'til the break of dawn makin' love to you." He spoke candidly, embracing her in his arms.
"Mmm... you're so insatiable, Mr. Jackson! But you don't have to ask-- I'm always ready for you."
Never in all her life had Leila felt so incredible and alive. Michael possessed an amazing ability that made her feel loved, desired, smart, powerful, and vulnerable all at the same time. He was the only man that had ever made her feel that way.