You Don't Know? (A Michael Jackson Fan-fiction)

21: You Don't Know?

Uhhh.

So we're doing this... now.

Michael looks me deep in my eyes and moves my hair to the side.

Why am I getting scared?

His touch is making my stomach flip.

He licks his lips and his hand moves to my thigh.

Okay, now I feel like I'm about to pass out.

"You know, I've been waiting so long and I just couldn't resist anymore." He starts rubbing my thigh.

I gulp.

I can't even say anything. I feel like I'm just stuck here with out a voice box.

"Why so silent?" He smiles knowingly.

"You look nervous, let me ease that." He moves his hand further to my backside and grabs.

I moan as I'm caught by surprise and he smirks.

Mmm.

I like this Michael.

He pushes me back on the bed and lay on top of me.

He tangles his hands in my hair and before he can, I slowly start kissing him.

My insides are turning tables right now.

"You are so sexy." He says in between kisses.

He slips his tongue in.

"And you're killing me with this dress." He pulls down one of my straps.

I have on a long yellow sundress.

"Me? We need to talk about you. You're the one who always look sexy. And tell me you don't do that sexy lip bite on purpose." I say a little hazily because he won't let me catch my breath but I'm not complaining.

I can feel his smile on my lips after I say this.

He lets out a mini laugh and he moves down to my neck and suck and twirl his tongue on every spot across my collarbone and under my ears.

"It's a habit, sometimes I don't do it on purpose though. Unless I do this."

He stops and just stares at me as he give me a very seductive look and bites his lips.

Oh help me.

"Stop it." I smile with only a little shyness and push his chest playfully with my hand but he quickly grabs my wrist and grabs my other arm and put my hands above my head.

"Don't tell me to stop. I can do whatever I want." He say against my lips and then bites my bottom lip.

Ain't this about a–

He holds my wrists with one hand while he reaches in his pocket and pulls handcuffs out.

My eyes instantly widens.

"Wher–"

"Shush." He puts his index finger on my lips.

"You ask too many questions." He says as he puts my wrists in the hand cuffs.

I raise my eyebrows.

"I only asked on–"

I moan as I feel his hand on my breast.

How did he do that so fast?

"Mhm, moan baby. Now I can really do anything to this beautiful body of yours." He pinches my nipples and slowly rubs them between his fingers.