Age Ain't Nothing But A Number

Chapter Nine

It's almost been a year and lately, I began to notice a positive change in Michael.

He was starting to get into the routine of working in his studio and he no longer had bed wetting problems.

"I'm glad that you're startin' to feel better".

I smiled, wrapping my arms around his waist.

Michael chuckled, and took off his reading glasses.

He was beginning to not mind wearing them whenever he had to.

"And I have you to thank for helping me".

Michael pulled me closer to him and began to cover my face with love and kisses.

I grabbed his crotch and gently pressed my hand onto it.

"Oooooh...hehehe"!

Michael giggled and he stuck his hand up my shirt and felt around my nipples.

I moaned softly at the feeling.

His attention turned to my aching breasts, as the were bouncing freely underneath my shirt.

"More...I want you...".

I moaned, pressing my face against his stomach.

Michael eagerly watched as I took off my shirt and laid it on the floor.

How much he missed seeing my beautiful skin, which always gave him a sense of comfort at night when he went to sleep.

I smiled and the grabbed ahold of the belt he was wearing, and then looked up to make sure that Michael was okay with me going further.

He bit his lips and then swiftly inserted a finger up my skirt.

"Mmm-mmm...! Ohhh yeaahhh"!

I moaned a little bit louder than before, taking in the sexual pleasure.

"I really missed the taste of your cum, baby".

Michael sighed happily as he fingered me, remembering to be gentle so as to not hurt me by accident.

"You always took the chance of eating me out after a show...whether it'd be at the hotel or in the limo".

I smiled.

Soon, the king of pop was halfway naked, except for his boxers.

He'd already taken off my skirt and my shirt.

I wasn't wearing any panties.

Which really turned him on.