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Me & Michael's Forbidden Love Part 34
Hey, MJ lovers! Part 34 is in progress in 5..4..3..2..1. LOL Dedicated to Michael and everyone on MJSite. Yes, Im Dating Paul McCartney, but before you say anything Im not dating Paul to get back at Michael. Even though I should do that, Im not. I love Paul alot and Im pretty sure he loves me too. I walked out the elevator, and kissed Paul and Mackenzie on the cheek. Michael just kept looking back and forth at Paul and I. I held Mackenzie, and walked over to Michael so he can snap out of it. Soon as he saw Kenzie, his face lit up like a candle. It made me smile to see him happy like that again. Im not gonna lie cause I still miss him, but I moved on. At least I hope so. Me:Michael, this is Mackenzie Skylar Jackson. Michael:You gave her my last name? Me:Of course, you're her father. Michael:Can I hold her? Me:(smiling)Duh! Michael:(holding her)Hi, Mackenzie, Im your daddy. Can you say daddy? Me:Good luck with that. I've been trying to teach her how to say mommy for 2 months. Michael:(smiling)She's so beautiful. Me:She takes after her daddy. Michael:(blushing)Stop, you're making me blush. Michael and I was so into Mackenzie that we forgot about Paul. And I totally forgot I had to be in San Antonio, Texas in less than 10 minutes. Me:Oh, Michael, Paul. Paul, Michael. Paul:(smiling)We know each other. Me:I know, I just wanted to say that. Michael:How have you been, Paul? I haven't heard from you since '86. Paul:Im doing ok. What about you? Michael:Great, never better. Me:I hate to interrupt this little conversation, but Paul, Kenzie, and I have to be back in Texas like now. Michael:Oh, Well, I'll call you sometime. Me:Sure. Michael gave Kenzie back to me and as soon as he did, I seen the smile slowly fall from his face. I hated to see him like this, like in a sad state of mind. Plus, he just me his own daughter that he's never seen until now. I gotta come up with something. Me:Ummm....Michael, how you like to keep Mackenzie for a week? Michael:You're kidding me, right? Me:No, not at all. Michael:Yeah, sure. I would love that. I gave Kenzie to Michael again, and he immediately started smiling again. I miss his smile alot. Actually, I miss everything about him, but everytime I want to run up to him and kiss him, the flash back of when he hurt me keep running in my mind. My emotion are messed up big time! A part of me want to grab him, and kiss his lips off. The other part wants to despise him. Paul:Sweetie, we gotta go Me:Oh, ok. Michael, I call you when Im on the plane. Michael:Ok. Me:Bye, Kenzie. (kissing her cheek) Be good for daddy. Michael:(like Mackenzie)I will. Me:(walking away)Love you! Michael:Love you, too. Me:(smiling)Not you. *Two months later* Me:I love you, London! Goodnight! I waved and blew some kisses, and ran backstage. Woo, that was exhausting! I just finished doing a show in London, England and was heading to my car to go to the hotel. I know Im gonna be bored tonight cause I don't have Mackenzie nor Paul with me. They are in California right now so Im alone. Which Sucks! I walked into the lobby of the hotel, and headed towards the elevator. As I was walking towards the elevator, I heard a couple of girls in the lobby saying something. I only heard a portion of the conversation. Girl#1:I know, she is so plain. Girl#2:Right? Girl#3:Oh, I totally just remember that Michael Jackson is staying at this hotel. Girl#2:Omg really? Girl#1:How do you know? Girl#3:Im his number 1 fan, duh. Girl#2:No, I am. Girl#1:Ya'll is so dumb. Im his number 1 fan. Totally. Girl#2:You don't even know when is birthday is. Girl#1:August 30th. Girl#3:No, August 29th! Dude, Michael is staying here!? Awesome! I don't have to be bored now. Michael and I are friends now so we see talk more often. I can't wait to see him. Wait, you know what? Im gonna do something a little different tonight. A little risky maybe. You'll see. I was still in my long black satin dress from my concert. I got in the elevator, and started looking for the floor Michael is on. I pressed the button for the penthouse first and in an instant the doors opened. Nothing. Ok, I'll try the floor below. Again, nothing. I pressed the next button for the third floor from the top and the doors parted to reveal two huge bodyguards glaring at me. Bingo. I walked up to them. Me:Well, hello. Bodyguard#1:Hi. Me:Im here as a guest of Michael's. Wanna let me through? Bodyguard#2:Uh, Ma'am, Im afraid we cant do that. Me:Awww, Why not. Bodyguard#1:Itâ??s just that Mr. Jackson has expressed his wishes for no visitors. Ok, this is gonna be harder than I thought. I guess I gotta work my charms. I leaned towards him, allowing my dress to fall forward slightly showing the top of my breasts. Me:Oh, but Im not a visitor. Im a very special guest. Go on, you know you wanna let me in Bodyguard#1:Uh, well...Im sure Mr. Jackson would be happy to see you. Me:Oh, he will. Don't you worry about that. (walking in) Door after door I passed until I reached a large white one at the end of the hall. From behind it came the familiar sound of the Lion King soundtrack mixed with slight giggles. I laughed too, from the other side of the door. This was the right room. I knocked gently on the heavy door and leaned against the frame as my heart quickened slightly. The noise cut off and the giggles stopped. I heard footsteps approach, and I straightened myself up. The handle turned, the door swung open and there he was. Michael stood in front of me in dark blue satin pyjamas, his chest slightly exposed through the shirt. Michael:(smiling)Oh, hi! I didn't expect to see you here. Me:Of course not, Applehead. You didn't know I was staying here. We stared at each other for a few seconds. My blue eyes seemed to bore through him and he felt suddenly helpless. Snapping himself out of it, he shook his head slightly. Michael:Would you like to come in? Me:(smiling)What do you think? I walked passed him into the massive room. There were toys and clothes scattered everywhere, and I started laughing. Michael:Something funny? Me:(laughing)A room full of kids' toys and Lion King on the TV. How old are you? Michael:I get bored easily. Me:Yeah? Michael:Oh, shut up. So, what can I do for you? Me:That's what Im here to find out. Michael smiled, in no doubt now as to why I had came. His eyes traced my lips and he began imagining what it would be like to run his tongue along them again. He had to stop thinking like this, I just arrived. Then again, I was still gazing at him with a look he knew all too well. He's seen it in enough women over the years to know when he was a goner. Michael:Would you like a drink? Me:Oh, Sure. I followed him across the room and laid myself over the large white sofa. The seat was still warm from where I could tell he has been sitting moments ago. I watched him as he headed over to the kitchen area and got out two glasses. Michael:Wine? Me:Have you got anything stronger? Im not usually a big drinker, but I'll try anything now. Besides, tonight was going to be all about boundaries - I had none, and I wanted to find out if he did. I never believed all that innocent stuff he put on. I thought as I listened to him messing around in the kitchen. No one who danced like that could ever be as innocent as he pretended to be; those moves gave everything away. Taking a large bottle of vodka from the cupboard, he filled up the glasses, dropping some ice cubes in. The vodka splashed as the ice fell in, splashing him slightly on his hand. He licked the liquid from his fingers and smiled to himself, wondering if I was watching him. He carried the glasses back to the couch where he saw my tanned, toned figure lying across the cushions. I had kicked off my shoes and my bare feet were dangling over the edge. Michael:Here. He handed me the drink. He stood there looking at me for a second, as my long legs took up the whole sofa. Michael:You better move your ass before someone makes you. Me:Sounds promising. My face crinkled slightly as the vodka hit my mouth and Michael laughed. Michael:I thought you liked it strong. He lifted my bare legs with his hand and sitting on the sofa beside me, placing my legs back across his lap. My stomach fluttered a little at his hand resting on my legs and I smiled, never giving anything away. Me:Well, it depends. Some things in life work best just that little bit weaker, they're easier to have fun with. Some things, however, you want so strong they make you cry out for mercy. Michael:And what things would those be? Me:(laughing)Use your imagination. Look Michael, we both know why Im here. Michael:Yep, Ali, I know why you're here. And I have to tell you, I couldn't possibly let it happen so don't get any ideas. Me:Ideas about what? Michael:Borrowing my Lion King DVD. Me:(smiling)Dammit. Well, maybe I'll just have to watch it with you. Though something tells me we wouldn't get to see any of it. He noticed my chest heaving through the black satin, how the creases would darken in between my breasts, and he quickly averted his gaze, hoping I didn't notice. Me:Well its a good thing I caught you alone. Michael:Oh really? And why's that? His breath quickened slightly as I leaned into him, pressing my chest against his. He could feel my breasts rise and fall as I breathed heavily against him, the slight scent of perfume mixed in with vodka wafting over him. Me:I don't think anyone else could handle what I have in store for you. I grabbed the back of his head and pulled him into me, finding his lips with my own. Keeping my eyes open, I ran my tongue across his bottom lip before pressing it between his lips, watching him the entire time. Michael's breathing had all but stopped as he caressed my tongue with his own. My grip was strong on the back of his head and he couldn't pull away even if he wanted to. He had no idea what we were doing, but it was clear this was only the beginning. I was kissing him harder now and he could feel himself stiffening up. Oh God, could we really do this? I climbed on top of him, straddling him over his lap. I placed my legs around his hips and he placed his hands on my thighs, running them slowly up my soft, toned skin. I felt amazing, wrapped around him like this. He was sure I could feel him harden between my legs. I pulled away from him, and stared straight into his eyes. Me:Oh God, Michael, I want you. Michael:I know you do. He smirked, all his insecurities gone. His fingers were still caressing the tops of my legs and he slid them further underneath my dress until he reached my hips. If we were really going through with this, it would have to be hot, no doubt about it. Me:C'mon then. Show me what you got. My hand ran down his chest and I tightened her legs' grip on his waist. Michael's crotch felt so tight, even through his loose pyjamas. He didn't want to make love anymore. No, he just wanted to fuck me now. Grabbing my hair, Michael yanked my head back roughly and began kissing my neck, hard. He sucked on my skin and let his teeth sink slightly into mine as I moaned at his rough touch. He slid his hands right up under my dress until his fingers rested on my butt as he continued sucking my neck. Me:Oh, Michael, fuck me now. Michael:With pleasure. Michael smiled against my neck and pushed me away from him, down onto the large sofa. Looking down on me with a sly smile, he began pushing my dress up over my hips as I rocked them beneath him. Michael looked down at me spread out before him and had to resist every urge in his body to plunge into me, hard. He watched my eyelids crinkle slightly as I lay with my eyes closed, a slight smile on my face, anticipating his next move. Michael ran his fingertips over my thigh and squeezed the skin slightly, sitting up as he did so. No, he wasnâ??t going to fuck me. Not yet. He wanted to do so much more than fuck me. He wanted me to want him like I never wanted anyone before. He was going to enjoy this. He would make me beg him until I had nothing left in me but to scream his name in desperate, frantic lust. I wasn't going to get away with a simple fuck, not now I had turned up at his door and made him want me so damn much. I opened my eyes, and looked up at him. Me:What's wrong? Michael continued staring at me, a smile creeping over his mouth. Me:Hello? He pulled me up until I was sitting beside him, my mint breath on his face. He took my hand and placed it on the protruding bulge in his pyjama bottoms. In one quick movement he stood up and yanked me up so I was standing in front of him. He pulled me into him and my firm breasts pressed up against his chest. He could feel them rising and falling with every heavy breath I took, and his crotch tightened even more at the evident effect his closeness was having on me. Michael:(smirking)You were bad to come here tonight. Very bad. Me:Well, I know you like bad girls. He laughed, a low, sexy laugh. The rhythms of his laughter sent shivers down my skin and I could hardly stand the throbbing between my legs anymore. I stared straight into his eyes, begging silently for him to fuck me. No more talk, I wanted him now. I grabbed the back of his head and pulled him into me in a fast, frenzied kiss, my tongue plunging into his mouth with all the energy I possessed. I wasn't about to let him wriggle out of this one. Michael stumbled back slightly at the force of my kiss, and his breath caught in the back of his throat. He quickly found a rhythm with me and he massaged my tongue with his. Suddenly, he pushed me back again, holding my wrists tightly by my side. Michael:Not here. Come with me. I want to watch you. He began walking towards the bedroom and pulled me roughly behind him. I was surprised at his force, but couldn't deny I wasn't turned on. He was making me hot as hell and I couldn't wait for him to begin playing with me. I was in no doubts now at his abilities and just wanted him to hurry up. The throbbing in me had turned to a desperate burning, and if he kept this up, I was gonna kill him. The room was in darkness apart from a vanilla scanted candle burning somewhere nearby. The faint light cast shadows over us as Michael walked over to the window and opened the curtains. A slight breeze was creeping in from the small opening of the window frame and I could feel goose bumps forming on my flesh. At that moment I couldnâ??t tell if they were coming from the breeze, or from him. Gosh, he looked sexy. He stood at the window, looking directly at me. I could see a glint in his eye that was giving me butterflies. He moved his hand down to the rock hard bulge that was showing no signs of gowing down, and he could see his reflection in the mirrored wardrobe doors behind me. Me:Do you want some help with that? Michael:No, turn around. I put my hands on my hips and frowned. God, this was too much. When was he just gonna get on with it? I sighed slightly, starting to get annoyed. Yet part of me, a very specific part, was aching with curiosity over what he had planned and I did as I was told, turning around and watching him stroke himself in the mirror. Me:So, what do you want? Michael:I want you to do what I tell you. I laughed, a sexy, almost mocking laugh. Fine, I would play his game for now. But if he kept this up for much longer, I was gonna have to hurt him. And I savour every delicious minute. Michael watched me watching him through the mirror as he continued stroking himself. He couldn't believe he was carrying this through, but to hell with it. Michael:Remove your panties. He wanted to prove to me he knew what he was doing, he wanted me never, ever to forget this night and the way he would make me feel. That wasn't going to happen if these damn nerves hung around. He looked down at the throbbing bulge in his pyjama bottoms and smiled as he realised that at least one very distinct part of him had chosen to ignore the nerves. The only part that really mattered in all this. I did what I was told, never taking my deep blue eyes off his reflection in front of me. I couldn't believe how forward he was, but geez, how it turned me on. I've been missing this, craving it, and here it was right in front of me. Slowly, I began slipping my black lace panties down my thighs, letting it fall at my feet. Bending over slightly as I did so, Michael felt his mouth begin to dry up as he saw in the dark light the hemline of my dress skim over my ass cheeks, slightly exposing the skin at the base of my butt now bare under that thin layer of satin. He knew he wanted to go to me the throbbing was becoming unbearable, but not yet. He watched me watching him in the mirror, and he fought the overwhelming urge to wrap his hands around his Mike Jr. Yet at the same time, he knew he couldn't watch this for much longer. I stared intently at him, awaiting his next command. This wasn't what I had in mind for tonight, but I was more than willing to play along for now. I could see his fingers stroking the prominent bulge in his pants and longed to help him appease it. Not yet though, for now I was more than happy to let him toy with me. Michael:Touch yourself. I winked at him in the mirror before slowly running my slender fingers up the outside of my thigh. As I saw his eyes widen slightly in the dim reflection, I slowly tucked my fingers in between my legs. As my fingertips reached the place I've been longing to touch since I arrived, I let out a slight gasp and threw my head back in bliss. Michael watched as I began touching myself, my movements under my dress clearly visible in the large mirror. I opened my eyes and moved my head forwards slightly, locking eyes on him again. Me:Care to help me out? He moved his hands away from his crotch as it throbbed against his loose pyjamas. Fully aware of me still watching him, caressing myself with him in mind, he walked uncomfortably over to the bedside cabinet and opened the top drawer. I stopped what I was doing and watched him as he moved in the darkness, wondering what was coming next. Michael, feeling my eyes on his back, slowly pulled out a long, red strip of velvet from the bedside drawer. Carrying it with him, he walked over to where I stood, pressing his erection into me back with a rough push. Michael:You said you wanted to play. Close your eyes. I jumped slightly as I felt his strong hands encase my hips and felt his hot breath on my neck. Slowly he moved his hands up to my head, placing the strip of fabric across my eyes before tightening it into a knot at the back of my hair. I could feel those damn butterflies again and I knew this was going to be a night I'll never forget. I didn't even care what happened, I just wanted for this night to be his nasty girl. The one he'll always remember whenever he thought about sex. My thoughts drifted back to the present as I felt long, strong fingers caressing my stomach through the soft satin of my dress. My skin instantly tingled at his electric touch. Gradually he moved his hand further and further down my stomach, caressing the mound above where my own hand remained. Soon his fingers were intertwined with my own as he began stroking me too, softly at first, but soon hard and fast. I felt my legs stiffen beneath me at his incredible touch. I could feel spasms coming from somewhere within me and bit my lip hard, trying desperately to drag it out longer. I could see nothing but blackness, could hear nothing but his breath on my skin and could feel nothing but his fingers. Michael began sucking on the soft skin at my collarbone, pulling the skin between his lips and massaging it with his tongue. Me:Oh, gosh! That feels amazing. I could feel his lips curve into a slight smile against my neck and couldn't believe how sexy this felt. I sighed as he continued licking and sucking all the way up my neck, resting at my earlobe. He let his tongue flick the base of my ear before pulling it into his mouth, sinking his teeth into the flesh. I continued watching him, my expression a mixture of pleasure and pain as he continued biting my skin. Suddenly, he grabbed my left hand and placed it roughly against the mirror, my palm smacking against the cool glass. Slowly he pressed the fingers of my other hand inside me. I gasped as I felt my wetness envelope my fingertips and wished desperately he would stop toying with me, and just fuck me. The only reason we both knew why I had came. Michael watched our hands pleasure me in the mirror before removing his hand from my own. He quickly slipped my dress straps off my shoulders, exposing my breasts. Michael:You're so beautiful. How could someone like you be so beautiful, but so very, very bad. Me:This is nothing. Nothing at all. Michael:You're right. I only just started with you. At that, he cupped my right breast in his hand, his penis throbbing even more as he felt my nipple harden at his touch. Michael placed his other hand on my back, forming a fist against my skin. He pushed his thumb roughly into the curve of my spine, and I stumbled forward slightly from the force, pressing myself harder into the mirror for support. Michael:What? I thought you liked it rough. Me:I told you, this is nothing. Michael, stop playing and fuck me. We both know how much you want to. Michael:Ssshh. All in good time. Kissing the back of my neck, Michael moved his hand away from my breast and back to my clit again. He pulled my wet fingers out and slapped them too against the mirror, my full weight now being supported by nothing but my hands and him, pushing up against my back. Michael let his fingertips quickly circle my entrance before pushing three fingers deep inside me. With his other hand still in a fist against my back, he ran his thumb roughly down my spine and let it rest at the top of my ass. Michael:So, just how bad are you? My legs were stiffer now, and I could feel the sweat in the air. I longed to turn around and grab him, but dared not move my hands away from the cold mirror. I could feel his erection hardening against my ass and loved how much this was turning me on. My breath became heavy and I could feel myself tightening in response to his touch. My pussy had closed around his fingers, and he smiled, knowing this was driving me crazy. With his thumb still pressed into the base of my spine and his other hand still working my pussy, he found my clit with his thumb and began slowly rubbing. Michael:I said, how bad are you? Me:You have no idea. Michael ran his tongue down the back of my neck and kissed between my shoulders as he continued rubbing my inside. His dick was throbbing so hard it was beginning to feel painful and he knew he had to fuck me soon, while he still could. Placing his knee in between my legs, he pushed my legs apart and positioned himself at my entrance, his long fingers still stroking me. My breath stopped and my body tightened, knowing what he was going to do and wanting it so much. I pushed my hands harder into the mirror as I longed for him to relieve the burning between my legs. Me:Fuck me, Michael. Please, fuck me. That did it. He pulled his hand away from where he was rubbing me and removed his dick from his pyjamas. Its hardness was incredible and he realised as it shot up against his stomach just how long it was. he placed his rock hard Mike Jr at my pussy, his tip just touching my entrance. Taking a deep breath, he plunged inside of me and I fell forward at his force, my body slamming against the mirror. He pushed deep inside of my wetness, harder and deeper as I cried out in front of him. It felt incredible and his entire body started shaking at the sensation as he watched my face scrunch up in the reflection before him. He saw my warm breath glisten on the mirror and he ran his hand up my stomach as he slammed inside of me, harder and harder, over and over again, his desperation and passion thrusting deep inside of me with everything he's been wanting to unleash for so long. He was getting rough now. I was pressed right up against the mirror now, my head slamming forward with every thrust he drove inside of me and he closed his eyes tightly as he heard my scream obscenities at the top of my voice. I continued slamming against the mirror as my breath came out in short, sharp bursts. I could feel his hand moving up to my breast again and everything was spinning. Still blindfolded, I had no sense of where I was anymore, only of him and his massive hardness plunging deep inside of me, right where I've been wanting him all night. He felt amazing his fingers were squeezing my nipple now and I screamed out his name, over and over again, the air thick now with lust and sweat. Me:Oh, Yes! Michael, fuck me harder. YES! He didn't need to be told, he knew exactly what to do and any nervousness he felt earlier had been replaced by raw, animal lust. This was the side of him he's been missing. He was in no doubt now we were in for an amazing night and he fucked me with all the madness he possessed, until our bodies ached with sex and cried out in the hot, sweaty air. Over and over again, harder and harder we fucked against the mirror now dripping with our frantic sweat, but he hadn't forgotten what he said earlier. He had only just started with me. *Hour and a half later* Michael still couldn't believe what was happening. Despite the desperate screams which filled the room, despite the sweat pouring down his chest and mingling with my own, he still couldn't believe he was right here in this once so empty hotel room, screwing his ex-girlfriend with every ounce of strength he had. He already made me come within minutes and as I convulsed around him, he wasted no time in moving his dick out of my pussy and into the one place he been dying to fuck me. At first, it had taken excruciatingly long to get fully inside my ass as it continued to tighten around his hardness, but finally he made it. The sensations were overwhelming and he couldn't believe how tight I felt. He could never have imagined himself trying anal sex, it was now his favorite thing. He loved the tight warmth and how it held his dick so strongly as he moved within it, and he's been dying to do it me. Michael pushed harder and harder, in and out of my ass as his fingers stroked my clit roughly. He could tell I was in ecstasy as I panted aloud, breathing his name sexily over and over again with the little strength I still had. He could feel me tightening once again around his cock as he heard me breath catching in my throat. My screams had finally subsided as though he had sapped every drop of energy from my soul. It was all I could do to whisper and pant his name, over and over again. At that moment the sexiest sound he could have hoped for. The sound of my breathy voice was sending him over the edge, and as I tightened and released my body's grip on his cock, he knew it was about to be all over. I had got so much more than I could ever have hoped for out of this evening, yet it still wasn't enough. He licked my warm, moist neck as I cried out in front of him. He could feel my entire body tensing up as he rolled my hardened nipple in his fingers, tugging on it slightly. At that moment I threw my head back in sheer ecstasy and Michael had to move himself quickly from my neck, narrowly missing my head smashing into his own with incredible force as my neck snapped back. His other hand continued rubbing my clit, faster than ever before as his fingers worked their way round and round. Me:Oh, God! Michael, Im coming! Fuck!! Michael:Oh, shit!! He could feel his orgasm overwhelming him just as I continued to spread throughout my entire body. Michael:Fuck, yes! Ohhhh fuck! he came hard in my ass, his cum shooting out from within him and pouring down between my ass cheeks, glistening on the backs of my thighs. We stayed like that for what seemed like an eternity as the room spun all around us. I had collapsed against the now damp mirror, breathing hard against the glass. My mouth had gone dry, and I knew if I removed my hands from the warm glass in front of me, I would fall to the floor like jelly. I couldn't believe what this man had done to me and never in my wildest dreams could I have imagined he would make me feel so damn hot. I sighed as I felt Michael slowly pull out of me, his hands stroking my ass softly. Me:Gees, Michael! He gently pulled me up from the mirror and wrapped his arms around my slim waist. I looked into the reflection directly in front of me, and could see Michael smiling back at me through the glistening condensation. His lips travelled down to my shoulder and he began kissing along the soft flesh, letting his tongue tickle my skin lightly with each kiss he planted. I could feel his hardness subsiding behind me and I reached back with one hand, wrapping it behind his head and twirling his wet hair between my fingers. Me:You are amazing. Michael:Well, thank you. You're so sexy, you know that? Me:Back at you. After what seemed like an eternity, Michael broke their embrace, bending down to pick up the pyjamas which had so conveniently discarded themselves around his ankles. He pulled them up over his legs and fading erection, aware of my eyes on him the entire time. He bit his lip slightly as he felt suddenly nervous once again. Now what? He knew very well how he wanted to spend the rest of the night, but in that moment he couldn't have had less of an idea what I was thinking. My face was expressionless and my eyes remained glazed as I stared into him, seeming to study every millimetre of his face. Gradually, leaned forwards and cupped his face in my hands, planting a warm, soft kiss on his tingling lips. Me:Michael? Michael:Hmm? he stroked his tongue along my bottom lip as he ran his hands down my back, through the long hair which now seemed to be stuck to my skin. He wanted so badly to feel me again, to run his lips over my body and show me just how sexy I was to him. He just seemed suddenly so unsure of exactly what I wanted now. Me:(smirking)I think you should get me a drink. Michael:(smiling)So, you're staying? Me:Yep. He straightened himself up and slowly pulled my hand from his grip. He removed the stip of fabric from around my eyes. I turned around to face him, and seen his sexy face. Michael:Since you don't want wine, all I got is vodka. Can you handle it. Me:You don't know what I can handle. Michael:I wouldn't be so sure of that. We went at it for what seemed like, and probably was, hours. Neither of us had any idea how long we've been here and we didn't cared. We fucked in the living room on the couch, the floor, against the wall and finally collapsed on the floor again as our orgasms overtook us once again. Drenched in sweat and with any remaining breath long since ripped out of us, we could only lay ensconsed in each others arms, kissing lightly. To Be Continued....... *Its All For Love, L.O.V.E*
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