Don't Walk Away (A Michael Jackson Love Story)

Chapter 3: Going Back

I was so absorbed in the show that I almost didn't notice Michael's hand touching mine. It had creeped its way over slowly.

I looked down. "Mike," I whispered. He tore his eyes away from the TV.

"What?" He followed my gaze. "Oh. Sorry."

"No, it's okay. Just got nervous for a second." Every time his hands touched me, I had vivid images of that last night in my head. "I should probably get used to it."

Michael made a small sound of agreement. He gazed into my eyes, making me slightly anxious.

Before I could react, his lips were pressed to mine. He gently pushed me onto my back on the floor and climbed over me. His arms were on either side of my head, and his legs straddled my waist.

I put my hands on Mike immediately. I'd missed this more than I thought. I saw something dancing in his brown eyes. Was it hope? Or just unconditional love?

I was falling into his spell again. "Mmm...Michael," I breathed, separating from him.

"What? I remember when you couldn't wait to get me naked," he laughed quietly.

"That was before everything happened. I know it wasn't intentional, but you scared me. That's why I never tried to get in touch with you. I would stare at those bruises you gave me for hours until they finally healed..." Tears sprung to my eyes. They threatened to spill over.

Mike wiped my eyes with his finger. He smiled. "I want to gain your trust back, Lily. Let me make it up to you."

I remembered those words. He used that line on me after the first incident where he got out of control.

I let out my breath in a sigh. "I trust you," I mouthed.

"Do you trust me enough to do...this?" Michael's lips dragged from my ear to my neck. He definitely didn't forget my weaknesses.

I arched my back. His hands inched up to grasp mine, pinning my arms down in the process.

My heart beat faster. This was happening. I'd secretly hoped for this, but I'd feared it also.

Mike brushed his thumb over the hickey he'd just created. I kissed him slowly, unsure of what I thought of the whole situation.

I felt arms slip underneath me. I was lifted and carried to the bed, still in a warm embrace.

"I'll be gentle," Michael promised. He pushed my shirt up and planted kisses on my lower stomach.

I was apprehensive although I knew he wasn't going to hurt me. I brought his head back up to my level. "Slow down," I whispered.

Mike went back to straddling me. He caressed my face with his huge hands and kissed me again. I sat up as he did so, my legs wrapping around his waist.

"You want me?" Michael murmured into my ear with a gravelly voice.

I nodded weakly. He pulled his shirt over his head.

I looked up at him over me. He had a sly grin on his face, and wouldn't stop staring at me.

Mike unbuttoned his pants. I felt the urgency take over. Not even waiting until he moved his hands, I shoved them down.

"This is a two-person process," he chuckled. He yanked my shirt off, kissing my jaw as he continued with my pants.

Michael's lips skimmed over my skin back to my mouth. He took my hands in his, putting them over my head, and eased himself into me.

I moaned. He was always the best. Not just because my latest sexual adventures had been black-out drunk ones, but because he did it with love.

Mike ran his fingers through my hair. He groaned and thrusted smoothly. I gripped my legs more tightly around him. "Oh, Mich--" I came before I could finish my cry of ecstasy.

This turned him on even more. He went faster until he couldn't take it anymore and climaxed.

I panted, hugging him close to me. I needed someone right now. After closing up my emotions completely for two years, this outpouring of feelings was overwhelming.