ʀᴇᴡʀɪᴛᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴛᴀʀꜱ

20

The movie had become a distant hum, lost in the symphony of our desires. The soft glow of the television painted our faces with an ethereal sheen as we lay tangled together. His body fit perfectly into mine, a puzzle piece finding its home. We breathed in unison, our breaths mingling in the quiet of the night. Comfortable silence stretched between us, broken only by the softest of chuckles or whispered affirmations.

Dawn was approaching, promising a new day filled with endless possibilities. But for now, this was all that mattered.
It was just us, lost in the moment, our connection deepening with each passing second.

"Emily, I've wanted you for so long," Michael murmured, his breath warm against my skin as his lips trailed a fiery path down my neck. The intensity in his voice sent shivers down my spine. "I can't deny myself any longer."

My heart hammered against my ribs as I gazed into his eyes, a tempest of emotions swirling within me. Weeks of suppressed desire had built to this moment, a dam on the verge of breaking. And now, as if reading my mind, he was offering me the chance to surrender.

I nodded, a silent affirmation, my voice lost in the maelstrom of sensations. Words seemed superfluous when my entire being was consumed by the magnetic pull towards him.

"I know," he replied, his voice low and husky. A mischievous glint danced in his eyes. "But I can't promise I'll be able to keep my hands off you."

His lips on mine were like a wildfire, consuming every thought, every sense. The world narrowed down to the intoxicating taste of him and the electrifying touch of his hands. My body was a furnace, and he was the kindling, igniting a blaze within me that I'd never known existed.

I was drowning in a sea of sensation, lost in the moment, surrendering completely to the pull of desire. His words, a mere whisper, echoed in my mind, a tantalizing promise of what was to come. I was ready. More than ready.

His lips finally parted from mine, leaving a trail of electrified longing. I was breathless, my heart pounding a frantic rhythm. His gaze held me captive, his eyes burning with a possessive intensity that both terrified and exhilarated me. And then, the words escaped his lips, a low, husky growl that sent shivers down my spine. "I want to taste every inch of you," he said, his voice rough with desire.

I shivered at the thought, my heart pounding in my chest. I had never been with a man before, but something about Michael made me want to explore new desires.

Michael wasted no time, his lips trailing down my neck again and across my  collarbone. He licked and nibbled at the sensitive skin, eliciting soft moans from me.

"Oh, Michael," I breathed, my head falling back as his lips found my nipples. He teased the hardened peaks with his tongue, sucking and biting gently.

As he continued to explore my body,his hands began to wander lower. He slipped his fingers under the waistband of my pants, teasing the skin beneath.

"Michael, please," I begged,I wanted more, needed more.

Michael smiled wickedly and obliged, his fingers slipping lower until they found Emily's wetness. He circled the sensitive bundle of nerves, causing Emily to gasp and moan.

"You're so wet for me, Emily," Michael murmured, her voice filled with satisfaction. "I can't wait to taste you."

With that, he dropped to his knees and pulled my pants down. He spread my legs wide and leaned in, his tongue darting out to taste the wetness between my thighs.

I cried out, my hips bucking as Michael's tongue explored my folds. He licked and sucked, her fingers teasing Emily's entrance.

"Please, Michael," I begged, my voice filled with need. "I need you."

Michael looked up, his eyes filled with desire. "Are you sure, Emily?" He asked, his voice filled with concern and lust.

I nodded, her eyes filled with need. "Yes, I want you. I want to feel you inside me."

Michael smiled and stood up, stripping off his own clothes. He gently stroked himself and put  the condom  and climbed onto the bed and positioned himself over me, his hips aligning with mine.

"Are you ready, Emily?" Michael asked, his voice filled with desire.

I nodded, my eyes filled with need.

"I want words,baby",he replied as he stared down at me with pure lust.

I blushed slightly at his nickname,"yes".

Michael slowly lowered himself onto me, heis hips rocking gently as he entered me. I cried out, my hips meeting Michael's in a rhythmic dance.

As we moved together, Michael leaned down and whispered dirty words into my ear. "You feel so good, Emily. I could stay inside you forever."

I moaned loudly, my hips bucking as his words sent shivers down my spine. I wrapped my legs around Michael's waist, pulling him in deeper.

Our  bodies slick with sweat, I felt a familiar tension building within me. I cried out, my orgasm crashing over me like a wave.

Michael smiled, his hips still moving as he chased his own release. He leaned down and kissed me, our lips meeting in a deep, passionate kiss.

As we kissed, Michael's hips stuttered, his own orgasm crashing over him. He collapsed besides ne, our bodies slick with sweat and orgasms and panting heavily.

"That was amazing, Em," Michael whispered, his voice filled with awe.

I smiled, my eyes filled with happiness. "Yes, it was."