Feather

Seven

Peyton was the first to wake up the next morning, being jolted from her sleep as the front door slammed shut, she assumed that it was Michael's parents leaving for church, so it must have been early. She turned to the wall, her left side being numb from not moving all night. It was a bad idea. The curtains were thinner than she had expected, the dark blue colour leading to a false sense of coverage from the bright morning sun.

She then lay on her back, putting her arm over her eyes but that just wasn't comfortable for her. She sighed deeply, though she didn't move, feeling too tired, and knowing full well that she did not get enough sleep.

In the silence, Peyton could hear Michael snoring, it wasn't loud, just louder than normal. That was understandable though, since he was laying on his back. She looked over at him, his lips were slightly parted and he looked peaceful.

Peyton's eyes slowly made their way down his body, making her smile when she noticed that his shirt had risen slightly, exposing his soft, pale tummy. Biting her lip, as if to keep herself more quiet, she reached her hand over, lifting it even more. She really did love his tummy.

She got onto her knees slowly, resting back on her feet watching him sleep. A smirk spread across her face, and slowly, she leaned forward, kissing the soft skin lightly. He shifted in his sleep, making her giggle, knowing full well how ticklish he was. Peyton then decided to be brave, moving ever so slowly to straddle Michael's thighs.

He shifted once again, and she kept herself up so as not to touch him. Once he had settled, she sat herself down, tilting her head to the side and watching him fondly, her fingertips teasing the button of his jeans. Peyton then reached forward, resting her hands on either side of Michael's head.

"Michael," She whispered sweetly, "Mikey, wake up."

She left feather light kisses on his cheek, temple and eyelids, and nudging him ever so slightly with the end of her nose. His eyes began to flutter slightly, a groan slipping between his lips, obviously not wanting to wake up just yet but if Peyton was awake then he had to be awake too.

Peyton fixed the skirt on her dress so it wasn't in the way, her thighs pressed against the denim of his skinny jeans felt so good, and she took a deep breath as she slowly began to move herself against him. "Michael, come on, baby," She kissed the corner of his lips, "wake up for me."

"But I don't want to." Michael whined, keeping his eyes closed.

"That's not what I'm feeling." Peyton kissed his earlobe, pushing down on him hard. Michael moaned, finally opening his eyes and looking up at her, "bet you're glad I wore this dress now?" She laughed.

"What about my parents?" He asked as she kissed his neck.

"Gone already," Peyton breathed hotly against his skin, her hand coming up and wrapping around his throat, "touch me."

Michael closed his eyes and smiled, his hands moving under her skirt and grabbing her thighs tightly. She moaned softly, her eyes too falling closed as she began to grind down on the now prominent hard on in his jeans. He slowly lifted his hips to meet her movements, their noises becoming in sync with each other's, and suddenly the room felt too hot.

Michael sat up quickly, surprising Peyton, and pulled off his shirt throwing it to the floor. He spread his hands flat on her back pulling her against him, and kissing her roughly. She kissed back, wrapping her arms around him, holding him tightly, their tongues pushing against each other's harshly, there was nothing sweet, or gentle about this but they didn't care because this wasn't about that.

She pushed herself down onto him harder, loving the feel of the jeans on her skin but that wasn't enough for either of them. Michael reached up, undoing the strap from behind her neck and pushing the top of her dress down to her waist. The feel of her hot skin on his made him moan as he kissed along her shoulder, gripping onto her sides.

Peyton moved her hands down Michael's chest to his jeans, opening the button easily and pulling down the zip. She smiled hearing Michael let out a sigh of relief, "feel good, baby?"

"Yeah," he breathed out, resting his head on her chest, "fuck, your skin feels like it's burning."

"Only because of you." She smirked, pushing him down again so she could begin to pull down his jeans.

They were down to his knees when Michael kicked his legs to get them off. He grabbed Peyton's wrists when she went to take off her dress, "no," he panted slightly, looking at her before entwining their hands, and moving them above his head so she was laying over him, "leave it on." He said, brushing his lips against hers.

"Michael Clifford, I swear, one day you're going to kill me." Then Peyton kissed him, and they kissed harder than they've ever kissed before.

Hard and slow they rubbed against each other, their skin hot, hands gripping tightly to each other's. Peyton moaned into Michael's mouth, grinding down on him faster. She could feel herself getting wetter, her gut getting tighter as the thin material of his boxers let her feel him completely.

Michael was so hard, almost painfully so, he moved his hips up meeting her motions perfectly. He could feel how she had soaked the front of his boxers, knowing that she only had on lace underwear, that he had picked out, and it made him groan, dropping his head back onto the pillows, "Holy fuck, Peyton." He moaned.

She pressed her chest against his, moving her hips back and forth on him in sharp thrusts, "I want you to come, Michael," she whispered into his ear, her hands holding his tightly, their chests together, hot skin on hot skin, "I want to feel you let go."

Michael closed his eyes, not seeing Peyton do the exact same thing as she lay her head beside his, putting them cheek to cheek. The touch was so simple, one of the most innocent they've ever had, and it sent Michael's mind into a tailspin, it felt like an explosion in his stomach as he came, moaning her name.

He felt her tense, her nails digging into the back of his hands, and he knew that she had come too. He smiled tiredly, their breaths deep, and neither moved for a while. "Peyton, are you okay, babe?" He looked over at her, and she hummed happily looking back at him, "do you want to get cleaned up and go home, or should we stay here and get my parents to feed us?"

"Food sounds good. Would we have to get up now though?"

Michael lifted his right hand that was still holding hers and looked at his watch, "no, not for another half an hour."

"Then I guess we're staying." Peyton grinned, kissing his cheek.

Michael's parents were glad they got to spend some more time with their son. It was a very nice lunch that Michael's mum made, and both of them were glad that they stayed because it meant they wouldn't have to cook or clean. They both had fun, even though they had to go commando. And if Michael held Peyton's hand under the table the whole time, well, no one else had to know about that, did they?