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Part 6 ~ All Night Long

Allie's Point Of View ~ 

The elevator doors open up for us. Michael and I walk inside hand in hand, along with a body guard that follows behind us. He stops, standing by the elevator as it closes. His arms behind his back as he stands up straight. He nods at us once Michael looks back at him. 

"Mr Jackson . . Ms Thomas . . " He says politely to us both. 

"Thank you, Charles . . " Michael says. 

Michael takes my hand once again . . butterflies in my stomach, heart pounding out of my chest. Just yearning to have him. I can already see it. Michael is on top of me, fucking me so damn well. We walk into our hotel bedroom. Michael closes the bedroom door once we are both inside. I turn around, hungrily kissing him. He kisses me back the same way. 

Fuck! I am craving Michael. 

I feel his large hand just under my chin, sprinkling soft kisses upon my neck. I'm on my tippy toes to match Michael's height, his other arm is wrapped securely around my waist . . ensuring I stay as close as possible to him. My eyes rolling back as I feel his lips on my skin. Michael knows, neck kisses turn me on so fucking easily. His black curls out and everywhere . . gorgeous. I inhale his scent as I cling onto his shirt as he continues to kiss me. I undo one button, another button before I find myself ripping his shirt open. Michael's dancer body before me. His skin . . so soft underneath my fingertips. His vitiligo seen here and there, small patches that he isn't hiding from me . . he knows that I don't care about it. 

I find it so beautiful. 

I moan softly as Michael is still kissing my neck. My arms come up and around his neck, still on my tippy toes . . our breathing is loud, it's so intense. 

"Michael baby, can you please fuck me already?! . . " 

I say, a breathless whisper. Michael's voice is deep, so husky. His eyes looking deeply at mine. I feel as if he's looking right into my soul. He picks me up, saying nothing. I wrap my legs around his waist. I feel him walk a few steps and I know it . . I'm laying on the bed. Laying on my back watching as Michael takes his open shirt off completely. He throws it mindlessly onto the floor. he opens his side draw, pulling out a condom and puts it on. As he does so, his eyes never leave mine. It feels as if his stare is going to burn through me, his touch feels as if he is going to set me on fire. He's now on top of me. 

Completely naked. 

His lips attach to mine, our kiss is passionate. I'm aching for him. It's the thought of him finally inside of me. Oh fuck! Yes, it's that thought. Along with the feeling of his touch on my heated skin, the sound of his voice. Hm, there is no focus anymore, no anchor . . all there is, is desire for him. He is my drug. One touch, one look . . ugh, Michael is just so incredibly intoxicating. His lips still on mine, my hands on his chest as he does so. Kissing him back, feeling one of Michael's large hands explore my body as I lay underneath him. He grabs hold of my dress, lifting it up for it to fall gracefully folded at my stomach . . fingers sneak past my black lace underwear as I then feel two fingers inside me suddenly. I moan out softly. His other hand still exploring all of my form. It feels as if Michael's hands have a mind of their own, as they have their way with my body. His face is buried in my neck . . kisses all over my skin there. His fingers pumping me . . slowly. His other hand comes up, taking a gentle hold of my hand . . our fingers intertwine with mine as his glides it along the sheet until it's above my head now . . same with the other. That hand, those fingers meet my body once again . . roaming around before it rests on my thigh. His other hand, still in my heat. 

"Hmm Michael . . ugh, baby . . " I moan out softly. 

His kisses on my neck turn into sucking, causing my eyes to roll to the back of my head. Those two fingers of is still pumping me. Going faster and faster, teasing me completely and making me so wet and ready. Fuck! How this man touches me. His free hand coming back up, holding my hands above my head by gently placing his palm on my wrists. His lips and fingers driving me crazy. Our lips dancing together again, my body yearning for him even more now. His lips back on my neck.