Michael Jackson Imagines 2.0

Relax

"Lay down, my love."

Anastasia, clad in a blush pink, satin robe slowly climbed onto the bed that Michael had prepared for her. He had placed a soft microfiber towel down, which he surrounded in fragrant flower petals. Candles littered the room and were the only source of light giving both of their bodies an ethereal, golden glow.

Her head was perfectly supported on a towel that was rolled up which gave her a perfect view of Michael standing at the end of the bed. He wore a fluffy black robe and his hair was tied into a loose, low bun.

"My god... she's so beautiful..." Michael thought to himself.

He stared down at her with the epitome of admiration in his eyes with pupils that were dilated to the size of Jupiter. And he never took his eyes off her as he kneeled down and took one of her feet into his hands and firmly pressed his thumb into the sole of her foot in circular motions. Her leg twitched as the sensation tickled. He felt her reaction and placed his hand on her calf.

"Relax, baby. Relax, so you can enjoy this."

She took a deep breath, closed her eyes, and allowed herself to melt into the pillowy surface beneath her. Soon enough, she found herself hissing at the sensation of tension being released in her feet, he had already begun working on the other one and finished by kissing each of her toes.

She slowly opened her eyelids and was surprised to see him standing at her side.

"You must shed your robe, my love."

"Then do so." Her gaze followed him as he carefully pulled at the ribbons that loosened and resulted in the robe falling to her sides, exposing her once hidden torso.

He leaned down and kissed her forehead, her tight curls tickled his chin as his kisses grew lower and hit her own lips. She pushed up into the kiss, feeling Michael's fingertips gently swipe across her jawline. She felt his palms engulf her shoulders and she sighed, pulling away from their lip embrace. He kneaded her tight muscles just as skillfully as he did with her feet, a painful pleasure it was.

"Baby?"

"Hm?"

"Can you turn around for me?"

Anastasia sat up and stilled for a few seconds due to her feeling a little dizzy.

"Are you okay? Do you want a glass of water?"

"Please..."

He rushed over to the clear keg set on a table in the corner of the room and poured a cup.

The water was slightly cool when it hit her tongue and felt relieving when it rushed down her throat.

"Make sure you're breathing properly, okay?"

She nodded and handed him the empty glass, then, slowly laid on her front side.

It was silence, then she felt Michael straddle her backside, gently pushing his knuckles in between her shoulder blades. She gasped and her body tensed, for the feeling wasn't pleasant.

"Remember... to relax. Breathe, my love..."

Gradually, she began loosening, and when he began to work on the small of her back, she caught herself borderline moaning in contentment.

"Michael..."

"See? I told you..."

He stood up, while she lay motionless in relaxation. He lifted her up on his own and placed her on her back, not bothering to make her move on her own anymore.

He slid his robe off his shoulders exposing his also nude body that began to sweat increasingly from the ever-growing heat in the room. He propped her legs so her knees were bent, while he laid between them, and then he began by kissing her navel and then her pubis. She was au naturale and it made his mind go wild. Natural. Sexy. Womanly.

He admired the way her hips filled his hands as he held on for leverage and analyzed the product of her arousal that glistened on her passion. She cried out when he began to lick her clit, swirling his tongue to get her as riled up as he could without making her come.

"Yes...!"

He slid his index and middle finger into her entrance and felt how she welcomed him instantly. While pumping slowly into her with one hand he reached up and grabbed one of her breasts teasing her areola, avoiding her nipple.

"No, t-touch me there, please."

He only responded by moaning onto her swollen clit he continued to caress with his tongue and a light suction he'd created.

"Fuck me..."

Oh, how badly he wanted to. But, he didn't. It took every last shred of his willpower but he did it for her. Tonight was for her pleasure, and her pleasure only. His nerve endings were on fire, for, seeing his lady writhe in so much bliss, a bliss that he caused her to feel, aroused him intensely. He wanted her to see stars, to cream, to feel so good that she forgot her name, and that he did.

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~ JacksonFanatics