Sheet Music - A Rock 'n' Roll Love Story

“Lay with me,” she sighed against his ear.

He set her down on the edge of the bed and eased her back against the pillows.  Then he laid down beside her and placed his hand on top of the towel tied at her breasts.  His eyes bore deeply into hers.  “I can’t believe you’re really here,” he sighed.  “There were times in the hospital when I didn’t think we’d ever leave.”

“We’ve come a long way since that night you walked me home from practice,” she smiled.

“I remember that night as if it happened yesterday,” he sighed, undoing the knot in the towel, and gently pushing the cotton terry fabric off her body.  He heard her breath stop short and smiled at her.  “I fell in love with you that night.”

“I fell in love that night too, Michael,” she replied, reaching up to stroke his clean-shaven chin.  “After everything we’ve been through, I didn’t think we’d ever be together like this again.”

“And here we are,” he answered, dropping his head against her chest and taking a responsive nipple into the heat of his mouth.

“Take off your clothes,” she said suggestively.

“Excuse me?” he smiled.

“I’m naked and you’re still fully clothed.  Not fair,” she teased.

He sat upright and pulled his shirt off.

“Pants too,” she said.

He laughed loudly and slid out of his jeans then rolled over to face her.  She ran her fingers down the length of his midsection and through the soft fuzz of hair on his lower abdomen.  The visual image of her destination was perfectly burned into her brain.  Then she felt the heat and gentle throb of his organ as it tapped against her palm.

Face to face, they laid and stared, sharing kisses and their touch.  The only noise in the room was the sound of their breathing.  Annie’s fingers moved between his legs and circled his organ.  Slowly she began to stroke.

He reached down and stopped her movements.  “Babe, you know that drives me crazy.  It makes me desperate to be inside you,” he whispered against her mouth.

“Then make love to me.”

“I’m afraid I’ll hurt you.”

“You won’t.”

She touched his face and outlined his lips with her index finger.  “I want you to make me feel like everything can be normal again, like it was before the accident.”

Tentatively, he moved closer.  “My feelings haven’t changed, Annie, if that’s what you’re thinking.  If anything, my feelings have intensified.”

“Then show me.  I’m lying here covered in scars and feeling a bit self-conscious about it.  I want to feel human again.  I need to feel whole.”

He traced the outline of her abdominal scar with his finger.  “Is that what this is all about?”

Annie began to cry.

Michael’s face grew stern.  “Annie, you know what I see when I look at your scars?  I see a living, breathing miracle.  Those red lines made the difference between you living or dying.  Every time I see those marks, I thank God you lived.  So, don’t ever diminish the value of them.  Without them, we wouldn’t be here right now.”

Annie’s tears turned into a heavy sob.  “I know you’re right, Michael.  But my head is filled with stupid irrational thoughts.  It’s overwhelming.  Sometimes I feel like nothing is the same anymore and never will be again.  I get angry because I look this way and then I feel guilty because I survived the accident and Sammy didn’t.  It makes me feel like I’m going crazy, like I’m in the middle of a nightmare.”

He pulled her close against his body and stroked her hair.  “Annie, watching you recover from that accident made me realize how precious and fleeting life is and that we should appreciate every day we have.”

His head dropped and met her lips.  “Eventually, everything will be normal again.  I promise.  But it’s gonna take some time and you’ll have to be patient.”  His tongue darted out and flirted with the tip of hers.  “I love you so much,” he sighed, pressing his mouth against hers.

Eagerly, she responded and kissed him back then sucked in her stomach as his hand drifted between her parted thighs.  He moaned into her mouth when he felt her wetness.  “Please, Michael, can we at least try?” she pleaded.  “If it hurts, I’ll ask you to stop.”

“You drive me to the brink of insanity,” he whispered, carefully moving his body between her legs.  Resting his weight on his elbows, he gazed lovingly into her face.  Her eyes hung heavy with emotion and lust.

“Are you sure?” he asked again.

“Very,” she exhaled, as if waiting another second would surely kill her.

He bent down and kissed her with love, his chest pressed her breasts flat against his.  Then, slow and tentative, he eased himself inside her body.

“I wish you knew how good you feel, Annie,” he said, inching in to fill her completely.  His body moved with tenderness, gently rocking in time with hers, never taking more than he thought she could comfortably give.

Annie slid her hands onto his backside. She marveled at the motion he was creating, and how perfectly their bodies fit together.  When she reached the point of no return, she cried out, only to have her voice stifled by his mouth as it descended upon hers.  A few strokes later, he groaned against her neck and shuddered as the waves of orgasm rocketed through his body.