𝙎𝙚𝙘𝙧𝙚𝙩𝙨 {𝙈𝙞𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙚𝙡 𝙅𝙖𝙘𝙠𝙨𝙤𝙣}

21~ {𝒢𝒾𝓋𝑒 𝐼𝓃𝓉𝑜 𝑀𝑒}

"Cause I'm on fire, quench my desire."

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Friday, May 28th

Night

~Destiny~

My body began squirming as I grew impatient with his pace. Never have I ever had any man, make me feel the way he did. The way I wanted all of him made me nervous and excited.

My attention was drawn back to him when I felt him run his fingers through my hair, causing me to relax my eyes. I moved my legs, hinting to him that my patience was running out.

I looked into his dark chocolate eyes as I ran my fingers down his smooth back, earning a deep groan from him.

I watched his every move as his hand slowly made its way down to his groin, grabbing the lining of his underwear, slowly sliding them down his legs.

I began shaking with anticipation when I saw his length spring out. I was worried I wasn't going to be able to take him all in, but I didn't even have time to think about that. He kissed my worries away, claiming every part of my mouth with his tongue.

He teased my entrance with his tip, circling it slowly, spreading more of my juices all over. My body was covered with goosebumps, waiting for him to satisfy my every need. 

Slowly, he pushed himself inside of me, still with his lips on mine. My moans were stifled by his tongue in my mouth, but I was into it more than I thought I was.

His strokes were slow, but hard. Somehow, he knew that was exactly how I liked it.

He pulled away from my lips, staring down into my eyes with a look that seemed to be complete admiration. He didn't even have to say a word, or tell me what he was thinking. He made me feel beautiful just by the way he was looking at me.

His eyes traveled down to my breasts that bounced everytime he thrusted into me. He bit his lip for a moment as he watched before letting it bounce back into place.

"God, you're beautiful, Destiny." He said, looking back into my eyes.

I couldn't respond because my entire body was claimed by him. I was extremely vulnerable, but I enjoyed it. I'd never felt that I actually belonged to someone, but he made me feel like I was his.

He grabbed onto my breast, slowly feeling all the way down the side of my body. His hand slowly inched closer and teased my clit.

My mouth dropped open from the sensation of his teasing fingers, and him pumping in and out of me. My eyelids slowly shut, feeling overwhelmed with pleasure.

"Does this make you feel good?" He asked in a deep tone.

Shivers ran down my spine from the sound of his voice. I nodded my head slowly, replying with a soft moan.

He rolled his hips in a certain way that hit every nerve perfectly. I moaned his name almost inaudibly. It was instinctual. Calling out the name of this man who for once made me feel wanted.

Literally.

He let out a guttural groan. "Ah, say it again. I wanna hear it louder."

I dug my fingernails into his skin as I caught my breath to say his name again. "Michael..."

"Mhm, just like that." He said.

He started to pick up his speed. I could no longer think straight, or even form words. He got a tight hold on my hips and started to thrust deeper, and faster.