Jet Black Heart\\M.C.

+25+

+Mikey+

Hannah's alarm goes off and her naked body rolls away from Mikey's, but he pulls her right back the moment the sounds die away from the bedroom. His hand travels down her bare side, following her natural curves before his lips savor the feel of her delicate skin under her ear. She chuckles breathily and his mind replays her moans from last night, his desire growing quickly at the memory.

"Michael," she says aghast, "It's five in the morning."

"I won't see you until this afternoon," he whispers huskily in her ear as his fingertips tease the hollow at her hip and she releases a titillated breath. He sucks on her neck and then rolls away, sighing, "Okay, I'll let you go get ready."

She flips around instantly, grabbing his face and pulling his mouth to hers. He moans happily as he covers her body with his, kissing her deeply but quickly. Her mouth moves with his, needy and eager before she reaches over for their protection. His breath quicks as she opens the package and reaches between them to help him, her hunger making him ache.

Their fingers work together to roll the latex down his length and a light moan flows from his lips before he intertwines their fingers, resting their joined hands next to her head on her pillow. She laces her other hand up in his hair as he hovers over her, meeting her eyes before he pushes into her and watches her sigh with contentment. His spine zings with delight as he rocks gently, inching deeper and deeper.

She brushes the hair from his forehead, watching him in the dim glow of the fairy lights as the sun slowly climbs into the sky. Her breath is hot against his neck and he loves watching her eyes close while her brows push together, expressing her pleasure to him. He kisses her parted lips, her hands gripping his biceps to lift her head to kiss him harder and he moans.

"How long do we have?" He ask breathily, increasing the tempo and she whines.

"Probably not long enough," she admits, her breath just as quick. "Which is fine."

"You sure?" He asks, his tongue teasing hers and she fists his hair.

"Just promise not to forget about me later this time."

"Did I forget about you last time?" He pulls away, his hips slowing.

"Yes," she says and he frowns.

"I'm so sorry, Babe."

"It's okay. Just don't do it again, please," she requests and pulls him down to kiss her.

"Okay," he breathes against her lips and speeds up his hips. "You sure its okay?"

"Yes," she moans as the quicker friction and her eyes close, "Michael."

His stomach flips and he whines, his name on her lips easily his undoing as he moves faster while his spine heats up in satisfaction. He spreads out his fingers to grip the pillow along with her palm as the pleasure of her washes over him, transporting him to a sea of euphoria. She fists his hair which causes him to moan and his hips work faster, gaining the reward of her twisting beneath him in gratification.

She moans and his spine tightens, binding in preparation to his release and he begins to pant while his eyes close. Her hand dances over his forehead again, wiping away his sweaty strands before her small soft palm runs down the side of his face and his jaw drops open. Her fingers drag over his open mouth, landing on his bottom teeth before he whines and gently bites down. Her chest heaves along with his and he moans before her thumb continues down his bottom lip.

"You sure?" He strains to ask, about to snap. "I'm gonna—"

"Yes," she moans and grabs his neck. "Yes, Michael."