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Show Me What Love Feels Like Ch. 8
Enjoy! ---------------------------------------------------------------- **Recall: Arriving back to Neverland from Hollywood, Misty finds herself falling madly in love with her rescuer, Michael Jackson. ** "You really think so?" I asked with heart basically drawn into my eyes. "Yes," Michael replied softly and seriously after he had pulled up into his stone driveway, "You are the most beautiful girl I have ever known." Then he laid his hand on top of mine. My heart went into a beating mania just being close to him. He looked at me with such romance just capturing his eye. I could just tell that his heart was calling for my love. I think that he was quickly falling in love with me too. I saw the intense love through my eyes. That was when I knew. "I love you, Misty," he said. "I love you with all of my heart." Just then he had leaned over to kiss me, but I refused to let his lips reach mine. I instantly pulled away and quickly got out of the car and immediately ran away from him. I had to get away from Michael at that time. I had ran away because the urges were just too strong for me to handle. I had to be away from his presence in order for my urges to be kept under control. I wanted him, oh yes, I did, but I knew that I oouldn't have him. Michael knew that too, but he didn't seem to care. Like I said, I didn't want to be a home- wrecker and screw this family apart more than I had already done with me staying here in the first place. My brain told me to just go with the flow and let him have me tonight, but my heart told me to just go away and do what was right. And I did what my heart told me to do. Michael said that he loved me. I knew he did, but I didn't want him to. He deserved better than me. I could never love him more than millions of other women around the world could. I had avoided Michael for the rest of the day since that whole incident. I hoped that he didn't think that it was his fault because it wasn't. It was my idea to protect his marriage and his family. I didn't want him to lose everything he had over a dumb teenager like me. It wasn't worth it. While heading to my room, I spotted a framed picture hanging on the wall of the hallway. It was of Michael and Lisa as a happy married couple; two fools in love, so happy together. In this picture they were smiling as if they were the perfect marriage. This is the picture: http://extrememichaeljackson.files.wordpress.com/2010/05/michael-with-lisa-marie-presley-michael-jackson-7127231-376-546.jpg That picture was a good reason why I tried to avoid Michael's affections towards me. I didn't want to shatter that gorgeous picture by my selfish ways. Even though it seemed as if they were only angry and bitter towards each other, I knew that deep down inside, that picture was still inside of them. And I didn't want it to disappear all together. The next evening, I had gone downstairs only to see Michael sit on the couch in one of his many pairs Peter Pan pajama pants, watching an old Mickey Mouse cartoon. He had his knees over his stomach and his arms rested on them. He also looked in dire need for comfort and his face looked full of regrets. I felt sorry for him, and began to regret ever running away from him, but I then reminded myself that it was for his own good... "Hi, Michael," I said as I gently sat next to him. "You alright?" He looked at me with deepness within his eyes and an element of sadness lurking upon his face. He looked like this: http://nd03.jxs.cz/880/444/d4af2fd9b8_66497415_o2.jpg I hurt for him. I hated to see him lonely but in the long run he would benefit from it. "Hi, Misty," he weakly said, trying to recover from a broken heart. "Michael, I'm sorry for yesterday. I just had to get away from it all. It was all just too overwhelming...I don't know..." Michael didn't say anything in response. He just kept his head to the ground. "Why don't you love me, Misty?" he finally asked. My heart shattered when he asked why I didn't love him. I did love him, I just didn't want him to love me back. "Michael, don't say that. Please don't." Michael didn't say anything else. He walked away from me and went up the stairs. That was when I fully regret leaving him alone in the car when he told me he loved me. I had realized it best. I had hurt him. Now, I wanted to make it up to him... Right after he left, I found him in his room, laying on his back in his bed, with the room completely dark. No light had shown except the moonlight. I had walked into his bedroom wearing nothing but a long plaid button-down shirt that ended to my thighs. He noticed that I was there and his eyes immediately dilated. The shirt I was wearing was buttoned down to the seventh button, exposing a small portion of my breasts. "Mind if we talk about this?" I said as I slowly walked to his bedside and placed my hand onto the bedsheets. "Misty, what are you doing in here?" "I want to talk to you." "There's nothing to talk about," he said, trying to not notice what I was only wearing but was failing. "Michael, you should know that I put this on just for you. Let me lay with you." He didn't respond so I decided to take the matters into my own hands and join him on my own. I climbed on top of him. Our faces were very close to each other and our bodies sizzled in the heat of lust. My heart was just aching the touch of his bare flesh. My urges controlled me. The idea of not wanting to ruin his marriage cleared its way out of my brain just then. It was the last thing on my mind. Lust for him was the first thing. "Michael, you have to understand. I DO love you. But I don't know exactly what love is." Michael broke from his cold shell and warmly wrapped his arms around me. He started to kiss my neck softly, causing my soft breathing to grow heavier. "Misty, love is exactly what I feel for you," he said in between kisses. "Michael, I want you to show me what love feels like. I want to experience how love feels to a woman. Make me feel love all through my veins," I pleaded him. With all of my obstacles in my life, love was foreign for me. I had never felt love in my life. In my mind, "love" was the word for "betray," "beat" and "abuse." Michael was the only person that I had grown to love, but I wasn't sure what it was. To me, love had never felt like this. I wanted to be sure what love felt like. "I'll be glad to do that." He then stopped kissing my neck and reached for my lips. He kissed me. I kissed him back. He soon kissed me more forcefully while pressing his lips against mine. It felt so good for our lips to make love to each other. And our hands conversed as they slid across each other's bodies. Michael then stopped for a minute. "Misty, you give me everything that Lisa can't. You make my heart jump with butterflies like it has never been before." "Oh, Michael...why are you so nice and sweet to me?" "Because you deserve every bit of sweetness that there is to offer. As I have gotten to know you, you began to steal my heart away. You have been through so much, and I just want to save you from all of the pain. You will be hurt no more. You are with me, and I would never dare to cause you any harm. You have no idea how much I love you, Misty Ravens." Tears instantly began to form in the corners of my eyes and they flew down onto my cheeks. Now I knew what love felt like with just his words. Love was everything that he had said to me. "Oh, Mike..." I whispered lazily as I kissed him passionately and sucked in his lips with much force. We began to reach level 2 of this passionate night. From there, he began to take off my clothes by slowly unbuttoning my shirt until the last button and slid the shirt down by my shoulders, letting it lower to my waist. There he saw my naked breasts. "Oh, Misty, you have beautiful, full, round, sweet, nude breasts," he whispered in high arousal as he kissed one of them gently. It felt good to feel the flesh of his lips embrace my cold flesh, making it warm. "Ooh, Mike, I can't wait to have sex with you." "Oh no, that's where you are mistakened. I'm not going to have sex with you. I'm going to make love to you instead," he said with a charming smile. I smiled back and his head went back up to kiss my lips once again. It was soft, sweet, and gentle, instead of rough, raw and mad. Then we moved onto level 3. He began to remove his tshirt from his body, making me see his vanilla chest, just glistened with sweat. It turned me on. We again kissed with my bosom interacting with his chest. I had moaned as I felt his hand make its way up my thigh. He had laid me down on my back, making me on the bottom and him on the top. He then took off his pajama pants and threw them off of the floor. And then his undies. "This is how making love is supposed to be like, with the man on top of the woman," he whispered with a deep husky voice. We were both nude, from head to toe. He looked down at my body to look at the whole view, from my face to my breasts, to my legs, to my toes, and back up again. He was clearly enticed and bit his lip. "You're so beautiful, Misty. Your body to me is like a gold mine to a miner." He then leaned back in and spread my legs. I was waiting for his body to be pushed into mine. And then he eventually did. It felt so good. It felt different than the other times. This time it felt real and it felt romantic. "Uhh," I moaned as he rotated his hips faster. "Mmm.." he replied. His body felt so good to me. I dreamt of myself walking on clouds. He was the best lover. He knew how to make love perfectly. I hated to say this, but I bet that Lisa Marie felt like the best woman of the world on her wedding night while she slept with him. That's was what I sure felt like that night. So that was what love really felt like. If that was what love really felt like, I would love it very much. "Ohh, Mike, you feel so good," I said as I continued moaning. "Mmm, baby, I do my best," he said as he kissed my stomach and went back up to my lips. The radio was on and Whitney Houston's "Saving All of My Love For You," was currently playing, and the song was perfect for the mood, and it somehow related to our situation. The plot of the song is of a woman in love with a married man, and I was in the same boat as Whitney (in this case, in the song) I was saving all my love for Michael...and that night, I had given it to him completely... **To Be Continued...** **Will Lisa Marie ever return to the house sooner than Michael thinks? Will she learn of this affair between Misty and her husband? How long will the affair go on before it ends? Will a person from Misty's past soon emerge into her new life? Will Michael protect her like he promised? Find out in Chapter 9!**
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