Athena Tyler and Michael Jackson are married to people they don't belong with. The history between Michael and Athena isn't complicated; they met on We Are The World, sparks flew, but they never stayed in contact.
When their respective spouses sugg...
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Athena gasped, an involuntary muscle movement causing her to close her legs as far as she could with his head there.
Michael chuckled against her, "Keep your legs open," he commanded.
Athena's eyes widened, her cheeks flushing with heat as she tried to catch her breath, "I-I can't do that."
"Yes, you can," Michael whispered, increasing the suction of his mouth, "You're in control of your body."
Athena bit her lip, her mind whirling with the implications of his words, "I don't know....." she muttered, "Kind of seems like you're controlling my body right now....."
Michael laughed against her, "I'm not in control, baby," he whispered, circling his tongue around her sensitive spot, "You are. All you have to do is tell me to stop and I will." He then nibbled playfully at her folds before pulling back to give her a chance to regain her composure before diving back in, "But if you don't," he added, grinning wickedly, "I won't stop."
"Oh, fuck!" Athena exclaimed, "What on God's green earth are you doing to my body?!"
Michael chuckled, his eyes gleaming with mischief as he looked up at her, "Tell me to stop and I will."
Athena looked down at him, suddenly locking eyes with him. She let out a small moan and put her hand on the back of his head, pulling his face back towards her core, "Michael, please."
Michael grinned as he resumed his pleasure, using his mouth to bring his wife to a new euphoric height. She closed her eyes, her sounds of pleasure filling the bathroom as she surrendered to his touch.
As she came, she cried out his name, her body shaking uncontrollably. Michael held her close, ensuring she was okay as she recovered from her intense orgasm, "Shhh, it's okay, baby girl," he whispered in her ear, still lightly rubbing her clit.
"Oh, don't do that. It's gonna happen again," she said as she squirmed in his hold.
Michael only laid his head on her chest over her heart, his arm tightening around her waist while his other hand continued lightly massaging her clit, "Shhhhh, let me hold you."
"You're not holding me," Athena muttered, "You're restraining me from moving so you can control me."
Michael let out a deep chuckle, bringing his fingers to his lips and sucking on them before returning them between her legs, "Baby, you're the one with your legs around me, and your arms wrapped around my neck. If anyone is restraining anyone, it's you."
Athena looked down, realizing he was right. She blushed and dropped her legs from around his waist, her arms pulling off from around his neck as she slowly sank to the shower floor, trying to regain her breathing.
Michael took his erection in his hand and guided it to her mouth, running it over her lips like lipstick, "I'm gonna need you to open up, babe," he said, his voice heavy with desire.
