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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Michael, still with what felt like endless tears falling, leaned up and nuzzled his nose into hers, "Why do you never touch me anymore?"
Athena reached up, her left hand caressing his cheek before pulling it away, "I just did."
"Not.....not like that," Michael said slowly.
Athena's eyes widened in confusion, "Then.....like how?"
Michael sighed, wiping away the last of his tears, "Like... like this," he said as he leaned forward, gently pecking her lips a few times until he felt her reciprocate, then when she did he deepened the kiss, "Baby," he whispered against her lips, urging her to let him in.
Athena felt a wave of warmth flood her body as she obeyed his request, opening her mouth slightly to allow his tongue to enter. She tasted the sweetness of his lips, and she could feel his love and desire for her through the kiss. She wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him closer, feeling her heart race with excitement.
Michael moaned deep in his throat, feeling the connection he so desperately needed. He pulled away slightly, his eyes locked onto her, filled with love and a hint of desperation, "Know what I mean now?"
Athena, still unsure what he was getting at, shook her head, "No..." she muttered in response.
Michael reached up and threaded his hand in her hair, tugging on it gently.
"Ow, Michael! What gives?" Athena asked breathlessly, feeling a heat form.
Michael smiled, lust and desire in his eyes, "Oh, come on, baby girl. You love it when I pull your hair."
"Michael, no....." Athena said, trying to pull away, but he held her in place with his grip on her hair and the other on her waist.
"Oh, honey, don't tell me you don't like it," Michael whispered in her ear, "You love your hair pulled."
"I have to read the rest of my book," Athena shrugged, rolling her eyes at his accusations as she moved off his lap and went to her spot on the bed, "I'm almost done with it," she added as she started getting comfortable in the blanket.
"But I love to hear," Michael said seductively before he started crawling towards her while imitating what Athena sounded like in bed, his voice getting higher in pitch to sound more like her, "'Oh, baby, please,' 'Hold me tighter, Michael,' 'Don't stop,' 'That feels so good,'" and so on and so forth.
"I don't sound like that," Athena scoffed, "And I do not talk like that either!" she rolled her eyes again and turned onto her stomach, suddenly feeling her behind sting, "OW! Hey, what gives?!"
"Take that damn towel off," Michael growled, quickly unbuttoning his shirt and tossing it to the side. He sent her a small smirk before unbuckling his belt and pulling down his pants. He was fully erect and laid right next to her.
