"What About..." (MJ Fantasy)

Innocent

I wake up in the middle of the bed. I start to move around and I remember what happened last night and why I'm in my bra and panties. I pout as I look over to Michael's side. Empty again. I go over to my side and pull the blankets over to me, scrunching them between my fists. It's the first day in a week that I've been able to relax. I take a deep breath, somehow Michael's scent is still on these sheets and I take in the aroma of my mysterious husband. I wonder where he is. Around the corner, Kenny pops his head into the bedroom.

"Good morning Mrs. J." He says smiling.

"Good morning Kenny." I say sleepily.

"Breakfast is ready."

"Mhm." I mumble.

He raises his eyebrow. "Wondering where your husband is?"

I shrug, but give him a look. He knows I want to know.

"Sorry ma'am. He's not in my back pocket." He smirks.

I put my face in the pillow.

"He's in the kitchen." He says while walking into the hallway.

I smile into the pillow. He didn't leave. I have to go eat, but I dont want to get up and Im going to have to find something to wear. I finally decide to get up and the door opens as I am swinging my legs over the side of the bed. Michael walks in with a large plate of breakfast food. Just about every breakfast food you could make. Eggs, bacon, french toast, pancakes, fruit, bagels, oatmeal, etc.

I smile at him. "Good morning husband."

He sets the plate down on the bed and lays next to me. He kisses me on my cheek.

"Good morning my beautiful wife." He says, smiling back.

I blush and pop a grape in my mouth. "This all looks so good. Thank you and tell the chef thank you too."

"Ive never been able to give the woman I love breakfast in bed so I thought it would be a good idea." He explains.

I eat one of the slices of french toast and smile, my mouth watering. I must have been so hungry. I eat an egg and Michael watches me as I am eating, clearly pleased with himself. I cover my mouth, embarassed.

"Its rude to watch someone as they eat." I tease him.

"Never seen someone look so sexy eating." He says, biting his lip.

I remember Im only in my underwear and I pull the blankets over me as I start on the pancakes.

"You dont need to cover up for me. I love seeing all of you darling."  He says, putting his hair in a ponytail.

I know what that means. I eat some bacon and wash it down with orange juice, looking at him wide-eyed. I dont know why I keep doing that, Im at the point where I do like being intimate with him, but his frankness makes me feel uncomfortable. Maybe Im just a subtle person, maybe I will get used to it.

"Dont give me that innocent look. I know you want me." He says seductively.

I wipe my mouth off and slide my hand across the bed, grazing my fingers over his. Its weird being the one to initiate this, but I feel like I would be robbing him of some pleasure if I dont eventually show him that I want him and that I'm willing to initiate intimate time with him. He has basically been chomping at the bit for me to be anywhere near as emotional and intimate as he is with me, so I will give him this. I look into his big eyes and slide my hand up the sleeve of his shirt. I slide my body over to him and he slides the plate of food back onto the bed. I feel butterflies in my stomach and my heart beats hard as my hand travels over his shoulder and into his hair. I feel his eyes pull me closer into him and I lean in real close to his face, smelling his minty breath. He's ready. Before I can psyche myself out, my lips connect with his and I can feel the embarrassment creeping into my mind. It's like I need his approval to know Im doing a good job. I decide not to wait for his response and I just slip my tongue into his mouth, pushing myself up on him, the blanket slowly falling off of my half-naked body. His hands find my lower back and he pulls me into him, shifting slightly. I catch my breath for a moment and he grabs my leg in one swift motion, pulling me into his lap.