Chapter 26

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Six Months Later...
*MATURE SCENE*

Aaliyah and Michael are both replenished after another amazing night out with just the two of them. They've been having a good life, especially now since living on their own and all. It's the independence with one another and their lives that is keeping them together and strong.

Though there is still the absence of sex.

They both are enjoying their night after the amazing dinner they just had, now alone in their bedroom, working themselves up to a point again where they know they're probably not going to get to tonight. Sadly though, Michael is almost a thousand percent sure he's never going to get there. He knows he messed up in the past and has been paying for it for a year now by Aaliyah, who will not allow him to touch her breasts or stroke the sensitivity between her legs. So Michael makes sure he doesn't get himself over excited tonight like he always does, as he'll just be pushed away and earn himself another embarrassing night of masturbating in bed with Aaliyah sleeping right next to him as he thinks about the things he'd do to her amazing body that's off limits for him.

"How much longer are you going to make me wait, Aaliyah?"

He'd been asking the past few months. At first he simply thought it was because the first few months after they worked things out, he was crippled in bed with gunshot wounds that nearly took his life and even so when he recovered, her constant resist made him realize that they couldn't move into it that fast, but after the two months added on the lack of sex because of not rushing and him promising he could wait, he was honestly confused at these six months to come after that was still sexless, but also still filled with passion, love and trust. Not that Michael felt they needed sex to continue on, but it'd be nice if he could show Aaliyah how much he truly fucking loved her.

And fuck did he want to show her so badly.

He'd fantasize about himself countless of times with his face buried deep in between Aaliyah's legs as she writhed and wriggled on the bed, begging him to stop but her actions would say something else as her hands would pull onto his hair, keeping him there. He'd also fantasize himself easing his pulsating, hard erection into her throbbing sacred area that would be very much wet and waiting for him, also aching of want but suffering for so long because of the stubborn female it belonged too.

Of course Michael has resistance and control, but lately, especially after spending a year with Aaliyah, he wasn't sure if he could hold off any longer. He may just sneak attack her in the middle of the night and say it were an accident if Aaliyah were to suddenly awaken in shock to find Michael's rock hard dick, squeezing its way inside of her.

Michael seems to gather his thoughts back as Aaliyah's kisses get more and more urgent. It was close around this time some time last year when they declared their love for each other and now remembering the moment, Michael grips Aaliyah's small waist and holds her to him tighter. He has difficulties staying in control as her teasing pelvis starts to grind down onto his rapidly growing erection, so he pulls away, growling in frustration.

"Stop, okay? Let's just stop, Aaliyah." Michael snarls, leaving her on his lap sitting still now, but with a look of confusion on her face. She purses her lips.

"You want to stop?" Aaliyah asks in disappointment and he scowls.

"Yes. You may be able to get off with a little grinding but I can't... not anymore and I- I'd rather not work myself up tonight. Can we just, I don't know... watch a comedy so I can forget how I feel?" He asks in anger and Aaliyah gives him a shocker look, but a guilty feeling seeps into her.

What has she been doing to him for a year?

She was starting to find it so sexy that he's held off this long for her and kept his promise about waiting, also including the obstacles that he sees her naked a lot as they live together and always dress and shower in the same room, but the control he has gained always pushes her to places she wants to go with him.

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