The Stripper (18+) A Michael Jackson Book

Chapter 29: Moments

Natalie's POV:

I opened my eyes just to make sure that I wasn't in a dream, we were exactly where we had fallen asleep last night, on the floor of the living room beside the fireplace that at this time didn't have anymore fire. I looked at the center table and saw the two glasses there with the rest of the liquid that we didn't even cared to finish. I looked at our clothes scattered on the floor and focused on Michael's shirt, I had the urge to grab it to feel his sweet perfume, when I realized that I didn't need to because I had the owner of the perfume lying beside me, face down with his naked back and the rest of his body covered by the blanket that was there. His hair was perfect, the urge to run my hands through it was huge and I couldn't help myself, I just let the moment take me.

I ran my hands across his naked shoulders going towards his hair in which I relaxed my hand and started a caress there, I put his hair to the side and I could see the marks on his neck and chest that denunciated exactly what we had done last night, marks of love. Love.
Michael loved me and I loved him,
hopelessly and madly. That man is my beginning and my end. Yes, he is,
my drug, my paradise in hell.
I started to place kisses on the marks
that were on his neck, and it was when the man showed signs that he had woken up.

"If every time we make love you wake
me up like this, we will have to make
love forever." He said with that deep voice, dragged and full of affection.

"If this is a request, you'll have to be
clearer." I whispered in his ear, full of
second intentions, giving a little bite on his earlobe in the end.
Second intentions that didn't go
unnoticed by Michael, who turned
around completely naked, with his soft skin that I could stay admiring
for many years, and pulled me to his
lap, sitting up right away with me,
putting his mouth next to my ear to say:

"I don't usually ask, Miss Jones. This
clearly was an order." He said with his arrogant and unique way, that way that shivered me from head to toe.

Michael started to roam his hands on
my naked back while distributing kisses on my neck, and only that was already driving me crazy.

I held on his hair that was already
pretty messy from last night, and let
out a small laugh when I remembered
again what had happened. Not just
yesterday, but the whole weekend. It
was when Michael stopped what he
was doing and looked at me with a
pretty funny face.

"Am I tickling you, Natalie?" He asked in such a cute way that only made me laugh again.

Michael now looked at me with a not
so good face for having cut his sexy
moment, so it was when I decided to
tease him a bit.

"What, Mr. Jacksom? Have you lost
your touch?" I asked in the most
sarcastic way I could.

"You are playing with fire, Miss Jones."

"I'm not afraid of getting burned. Come on, show me what you got." I teased, dragging each word in the most sensual way I could.

I could see the fire in Michael's eyes
and I knew it, I would surely come out burned, but I was rooting for it, I
needed his touch, almost like a drug
addict needs his drug. And he was my
drug. There was desire in those irises
that now had a dark tone, so dark that it gave an intense air to the moment. We stayed staring at each other, an already lost battle for me that soon looked down to his mouth, inviting and fleshy.
I almost had no time to think about
looking back up to his eyes because
Michael glued his body on mine and
took my lips in a mind-blowing kiss.
He kissed me with fury, with arousal
and with hunger. I lost myself with each second. One of his hands went to my neck, tangling his fingers on my hair and pulling it back, having full access to my neck. I moaned when he began to suck on it, which clearly was driving me to the edge and he knew it. But he was also playing, and I would show him that I also knew how to play, and very well. But before I could continue, his phone started ringing.