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

Chapter 11: Love At All Hours

I pressed the button for the top floor in the elevator, sticking the key in the hole next to it.

Michael shifted his weight from side to side impatiently. Finally the doors opened. I walked down the hall to our suite and unlocked the door with the same key. As I twisted the knob, Mike turned me around to face him. He kissed me, wrapping his fingers in my hair.

I kicked the door open with my foot, and walked backwards with Michael's lips still on me. He pinned me to the wall, one leg in between both of mine. "It's almost 4 in the morning," I laughed as I broke the kiss. He bit his lip. "So?" He pulled one of my legs up so it was around his waist.

I kissed Mike again. "Let's do this then," I sighed. I jumped up and wrapped my other leg around him. He caught me, spinning and putting me on the bed.

My pants were promptly shoved to my ankles. He unbuckled his belt hastily, struggling a bit. "Stop wearing those complicated belts," I poked as he removed his shirt and finally his underwear. I took off my own shirt. He crawled on top of me, kissing up my neck as he went along.

I tipped my head back slightly. Michael smiled. "You're so beautiful in the dim light," he admired. I rolled my eyes. "You say that in every type of lighting," I scoffed. His eyes were bright. "Proves something, doesn't it?"

I grabbed his head and pulled it back to me. "Shut up and kiss me," I growled. He met my lips again.

Mike entered me, grasping my hips. I groaned. "You feel so good," I gasped.

He thrusted slowly. His hands skimmed up and down my body.

"Girl, I love you so much," he whispered. I looked up. He was gazing at me with such adoration is his eyes, my heart seemed ready to burst. I gripped his unfamiliarly loose curls in my fingers. Now I was realizing why I decided to stay this time. He loved me more than anything, and I could see it in everything he did.

Michael kissed along my collarbone. He then touched his lips to my ear. "I love you."

I let out a final moan. He really knew how to turn me on. I climaxed, holding on to him for dear life. He finished and pulled out. "You tired now?" he laughed. I was still trying to catch my breath. "Not really," I admitted. "Round two?" he suggested with a gleam in his eye.

I giggled. "Lemme breathe." I crawled back under the covers to stay warm. Within minutes, I drifted off to sleep. Michael wrapped his arms around me.