Breaking purity: The wolf // Michael Langdon

Hope

Day 27 morning

The statement you made about the house in the picture has been stuck in Michael's mind all night but despite all his efforts to think back in the past, he couldn't find a connection between you and Ms. Mead's house or even stranger, between you and the world that surrounded the lady. Aside from that, he has not been able to forget his teenage years and how his life changed (or definitely took course) from the moment he met her so having you snuggled to him with your face hidden in the crock of his neck creates a peaceful sensation inside him, petting your hair while you sleep and wishing it'd never end. If time could just freeze like this. But despite that, a few hours later you open your eyes and blink at him.

- Michael... have you slept?

But he doesn't answer, just instantly kissing you in a gentle form of shushing that quickly turns into an animalistic intensity not because he is in the mood to be rough but because he needs to feel the contour of your face resting on his fingertips, to devour you if it could be possible, satiating an old type of hunger that's been carved inside of him for so long

– Michael... I need to breathe – but your whining gets drown in his lips. If you want to get oxygen you will have to look for it in the tender flesh of his tongue.

Not leaving you for a second, he extends his arm and the last towel from the shelf comes to his hand, manipulating your body to lay it under your hips. At first you don't know what he is doing but when you feel the trail of his kisses coming down over your dress you realize about what his pretension is and immediately bend your legs, the sole of your feet touching the mattress.

- Open your legs, Y/N.

- No, no, Michael, I have... I am with your boxers and I...

- Do you prefer me to secure them?

Shaking of nervousness, you spread the tense muscles of your thighs

– That's my good girl – your dress comes up with the motion of his fingers, exposing your undies to him who takes no time in pulling them down till they slide down your ankles displaying the soft flesh of your folds that allows him to see a thin line of red color between them. Michael kisses your left knee and comes up inch by inch along your inner thigh, each time sending heat directly to your core. You try to be composed but when you have him at your groin, the embarrassment becomes too much.

- No, Michael, please, please, it's disgusting – your hands come down to pull from his hair, attempting to get his head away, but you feel the response in your dress being pulled away from you and in his two fingers entering you, causing you to gasp and lose the grip on his locks due to your now weak hand.

- Stop whining, Y/N. You can play this game as long as you want but you and I know I'm going to get what I desire in the end – his phrase is very convincing, enough for your wrists to allow him space and come to rest on your belly as if you could cover yourself from there.

Michael lies comfortably before you, aligning his mouth to your sex. The first lick is enough to get your toes to curl and your cheeks to flush red. His fingers are still buried in you but motionless. His tongue continues surrounding the area of your clit in a gentle caress getting your shameful pants as a reply. Your nails sink under your belly button, tiny kicks in the air every time his mouth becomes too intense with a slurping sound.

– Relax, Y/N. You are not going anywhere. Look at me and accept your fate – The way Michael speaks into your dripping arousal is driving you crazy. His words are the ones you could find proper of a religious experience, demanding nothing more but for you to meet his turquoise hungry gaze between your legs while the warm air comes out of his mouth like a feather touch along your cunt.