Cheater

I love you.. I do..

"Michael.." She whispered as a prayer to him. Every touch drove her insane, and every feeling was intoxicating her. His fingers twisted around her nipples, and his tongue was relentless as he began licking all over her breasts. He kissed his way between her cleavage, and stuck his juicy tongue into her belly button, as she tried to hold it together.

"Michael, please!" She hissed as he stood, and pushed her toward the small bed, until her knees hit the metal base.
"What do you want me to do to your body, Shana?" Michael asked, in a growl, as they fell together into the stiff and over-washed sheets.

"Fuck me.." She whispered, glaring at him, as he smirked, biting his lip, and pressing his lips to hers. Their lips slid apart due to the lipstick on her mouth, but Michael didn't care. Her mouth was like a drink after a trek through the desert.
He didn't want to take his tongue from her mouth, and so he allowed himself to get lost in her touch. He could hear his belt clanging as Shana undid it with haste, and tossed it to the floor. He even heard the popping of his buttons and the zap of his zip, but he wanted more, and quicker.

"I'll hate when this is over," Shana breathed between kisses as Michael chose not to respond. When this was over? He'd go back to his wife. He'd be happy. Michael could feel his erection going back down at the thought of hurting Bernadine, and so once more, he pushed her name and face out of his head, "Won't you Michael?" Shana asked, pulling away from his lips as he sighed heavily, when her eyes came up into his.
"Of course I will," he sighed. Truthfully? He would. Of course he'd miss wild out of wedlock sex, but that wasn't going to hurt him much, if at all, "Come on, baby.." He groaned as she nodded and went back to rubbing his growing groin.

Their kiss returned to the heated and passion filled fire, and his mind left his wife once more. Michael's hands groped her little breasts once more, and the cold shiver from his ring, made Shana flinch.
Michael knew the drill, and removed the silver wedding band, slamming it on the bed side, and rubbing his hands together to grope her breasts once more.

Shana smiled satisfied into the kiss. She could pretend tonight that this was her man.
She could pretend tonight that this was her husband, and that his kids were her kids.. She could also pretend that Michael needed her, when she knew damn well he didn't.

"Condoms.." Michael murmured, smoothly removing a packet from his pocket, as Shana forced a smile to her lips. She wanted to feel if this man felt as good raw, as he did in her hand, but he would never risk it. Michael didn't care how good it was, if the condom was broken, he was going back.
He ripped it open with vigour, and wrestled it over himself, smoothing out any air holes.
"Very good," Shana giggled, remembering the first time he'd put on a condom in front of her. It was a mess. Michael wasn't used to wearing one, as he had plenty children, but he didn't want kids with Shana, and he didn't want to put anything that had been in Shana in his wife.

"I did it.." He giggled proudly, as Shana pulled him into her by the hips and moaned.
"You did, babe. You did.." She smirked, eyes closed as he began to work.

***
The next morning, and two condoms later, Michael was splayed over Shana's sheets, as he groaned at the intrusive sun light. He could smell eggs, and he could smell bacon, and it reminded him of home. That was the thing about Shana. Not only did you get some pussy, you got a good feed too.

He sat up in bed, and covered his lower body with the stained sheets from last night. There were two used condoms on the floor, and a trail of discarded clothes to follow, as the smell of the food stirred his growling stomach.
"I saw you, I saw you, on a crowded street!" Shana was singing as the sizzling heightened in sound. Michael sighed and laughed to himself at the off key tune she was shouting, but he didn't mind. He'd been satisfied.