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

Chapter 9: Wait Is Over

My eyes followed Michael as he put his jacket on the back of a nearby chair. His eyes met mine with unguarded lust. He paused for a moment, then leapt onto the bed.

I kissed him, taking his face in my hands. "Damn, you really know how to drive a girl crazy," I laughed breathlessly.

"But you're not a girl. You're a woman. My woman." And with that, he pushed me back on the bed.

I giggled. "Now we're claiming things again?" I gasped as Mike shoved my pants down. He trailed his mouth down my leg, starting at my ankle. When he got to my inner thigh, he stopped. I gripped his head tighter. He glanced up at me, smirking slightly. I couldn't hide my desperation any longer. I let out a small pleading whine.

Taking me by surprise, Michael crawled back on top of me. "I love when you look at me like that," he murmured. I pulled his pants off. "Just make love to me," I sighed.

He grinned. "Oh, how I missed those words." He kissed me, pushing himself into me slowly.

I broke away from the kiss, moaning. "Don't ever get me that turned on in front of your family ever again," I breathed.

Mike gave me a half-smile. He uncurled my fingers from the sheets and guided them to his back. "Why? Did you get all flustered?" he chuckled. "That would've been great to watch." His lips dragged up to my ear. "You could barely wait, huh? Must've been agonizing..."

I ground my hips into his and kept my arms around him. "Don't flatter yourself," I panted, rolling my eyes. But I contradicted myself with a shiver of pleasure. I dug my nails into Michael's back. He groaned. His rhythm got uneven. "I'm gonna finish," he told me, his mouth still pressed to my ear. His warm breath sent my nerve endings off the charts. I reached my climax right then.

"Keep going," I breathed. He couldn't go much longer. Within seconds, he finished with a final groan. "I love you." Mike kissed my cheek, rolling off me. I smiled a little. "Love you too." My eyes eventually gave up in their effort to stay open. I feel asleep with Michael's hand in mine.