let me love you ~ michael jackson & ariana grande

10 years

November 16th, 1998

Ariana

I wake up lethargically, keeping my focus on the morning sun. I look over at the alarm clock, 7:24 am is displayed on it. I feel Michael's arm slung over my waist, my body flips over to face him.

He's cuddled up close to my front, I then push the hair out of his face, he's so handsome. I slip out of his wrath rather peacefully.

I stand tall in front of the balcony, admiring the beautiful city that Santorini is. Michael surprised me with a trip here just for the two of us to celebrate our 10 year anniversary, tomorrow marks the day that we've been married for a decade. It's hard to believe it's been that long, We've gone through some real struggles together and have almost been torn apart, it's relieving to know our love for each other is strong enough to keep us together.

I head into the bathroom to shower. The water turns on and I mess around with the handles for a bit until it gets to a nice temperature, my clothes drop to the floor and I'm soon cleaning myself.

I hear the bathroom door open and just hope Michael doesn't try using the toilet to do his number 2's while I'm in here. I've already had to yell at him for that and I don't feel like doing it again.

Before I can even register, the glass door opens and closes and Michael is in here with me, he has a tight grip on my waist while pressing his lips to mine. The surprising expression leaves my face quickly and it's replaced by a satisfied one.

"I...thought...you...were...sleeping." I say in between kisses. "I was...until I remembered that I could be doing this instead." I laugh at his slyness, he reconnects our lips and our tongues tangle.

My hands trail his back as each kiss deepens. He picks me up and gently presses my body against the wall.

I can feel his shaft touch my entrance, and it drives me crazy.

"Michael, I want you so bad. Please, I need to feel you inside me." I huff between each kisses.

"Alright, babygirl." His voice is low and full of desperation.

I hold onto him tighter as he slips himself into me. Out of pleasure, my head falls back to the wall, as he pounds into me further. My fingernails dig into his skin, unable to control myself, A moan leaves my mouth and I can feel my core pulsating and adjusting around his length.

Michael pulls my head back to him, "Look at me."

He says with a stern voice, I listen. His eyes stare at me and I can't help but fall under a trance. The sound of his skin slapping against mine becomes louder, louder than the streams of water trickling down the shower head.

He pounds into me even harder, and faster. I'm so hungry for his touch, that every thrust makes him even more appetizing.

"Damn, you feel so good around me." He musters under a breath.

It sends chills down my spine. I feel weaker and my legs become like jello, unable to keep them a hold of his lower half. One of my feet drop to the ground, while the other is lifted higher above his torso.

"Michael, I'm going to-" I whimper quietly.

"Hold on my love, not yet." He whispers in my ear.

My arms circle around his neck, pulling him closer to me than before. His hips buckle as I feel him swell up inside of me. His hands readjust my body and he holds me tighter, trying to keep me in place. My back touches the cold and wet wall, but arches at the erotic feeling.