"You don't want me..." I breathed, selfishly leaning into his touch. But I quickly pull away.
"I'm different and so not your type," I muttered, looking everywhere else but at him. He frowns slightly, eyes simmering.
"God, Anna." He exhaled, cool bre...
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ANNA
When we got back from the hospital a few days ago, Michael helped me take out my braids. It was quite funny and adorable how he made sure, not to cut my hair after I almost chewed his head off with a warning.
This morning, is one of the best I had in a while. And I feel more relaxed after our shower. I walk out of the bathroom into our bedroom with my robe on, twisting my hair up into a quick bun. Michael struts out of our shared closet bare chested in nothing but some black jean pants, unbuttoned, hanging very low on his hips with loafers on his feet. My eyes shamelessly feast on him. Muscles and hard pecs leading down to a very delicious V line that leads to—
"Did you pick one?"
"Huh?" I draw blank. Blink, blink.
Perfect dark brows arch up when I failed to answer him. I don't even know what he's talking about in the first place.
"Anna," he pins me with smoldering gaze, the corner of his lips slowly tug up. I swallowed.
"Ahem." I clear my throat. "Sorry I was distracted."
I compose myself, walking towards the rolling rack in the center of the room. Michael follows, zipping up his pants and throws on a white T-shirt that stretched across his chest. I watch him move around swiftly as he dresses up and my favorite moment aside from watching him button up his dress shirts, is watching him slip on his wrist watch. It's attractive. I catch myself gawking at him again, almost spotting a drool.
"Like what you see?"
"It's my hormones." I countered . "But if this is your way of begging me for another breathless round with your head buried between my thighs..."
We locked eyes, I shrugged, smacking my tongue against my teeth.
"then why not."
I topped it with a smile and quickly turn my back to him, hiding the warmth spreading into my cheeks. I hate how he easily affects me. The room is grows quiet for a second, Then a low hum rumbles deep in his chest. Slow determined footsteps reach my ears, then his voice. my body tingles with excitement and anticipation.
"I'd love nothing more than to bring you an endless moment of pleasure little Dove..." he breathed. Hit breathed fanned over my ears. "And with those soft pants, and tiny noises you make that I love and only I can consume, drives me crazy my love." He said, nibbling on my ear. I close my eyes shut,
Good grace.
He's close. So close, I could taste him. His front presses up against my back. Warm lips lactch onto my skin, a peck, then his teeth grazes the column of my neck trailing down kissing a good skin above my breast. I tilt my head backwards. I bite my lips, forcing down a whimper. His free hand reaches around untying the material of my belt, slipping his hand into my robe cupping my breasts, flicking my already hardened nipple.
