Feather

Ten

They kissed harshly as Michael pressed Peyton against the counter, his hands grabbing at her thighs and bum. She was panting slightly as her lips moved down to his neck, her teeth scraping against his skin as he pressed himself between her legs, a hand coming up to rest on her throat, pushing back so she was face to face with him.

Slowly, he moved his hand down, scratching her chest with his blunt nails until he got to the first button that was done up on her shirt. He unbuttoned it with one hand, the other securely on her hip. His eyes never left hers. One by one, the material opened, revealing more of her skin, her tan had become darker due to the sun, giving her a golden tone, and Michael loved looking at it.

Once her shirt was fully undone, he placed his hands on her sides underneath it, caressing her slowly, tentatively as if he was handling something fragile that needed extreme care. Peyton watched as he began to leave kisses along her breasts, and then down her body, placing his lips sweetly to her bellybutton, getting down on his knees.

Peyton ran her fingers through Michael's hair as he lay his head against her stomach, she sighed contentedly, feeling his breath on her skin as he undid her jeans and pulled them down, "I like these," he said, letting his fingertips trace over the material of her red and white check underwear, "they're pretty." He told her, placing a kiss on them, and making her moan in her throat as she bit her lip, her hands tightening in his hair.

Michael watched as his own hand came back up her leg. He loved the way his touch made her skin get covered in goosebumps, the way she responded to him. He had her step out of her jeans and pushed them to the side, then he sat back on his feet looking up at her.

She smirked, lifting her foot and pressing it down on his crotch just enough to get him to moan, and his eyes slowly close. Peyton tenderly rubbed him, her hands on the counter to keep herself steady. Michael furrowed his eyebrows, tensing as she pushed harder onto him then the feeling was gone.

With his eyes still closed Michael felt his tshirt lift up, he looked down to see Peyton's foot slowly rising under it, "off," she commanded, and he rushed to do as she said, throwing it to the side, and she rested her foot on his shoulder, "I could get used to this," the smirk still playing on the corner of her lips, "how about you, baby, you like being on your knees for me?"

"I'd do anything you want me to." He told her, kissing her ankle.

Peyton tensed slightly, putting her foot back on the floor. Michael looked up at her, confusion on his face. She composed herself, taking off her shirt and laying it on the floor in front of him before getting on her knees, "I'm so fascinated by you sometimes." She smiles, running her fingers through his hair.

"Only sometimes?" Michael giggles.

"Shut up," She grins, kissing him deeply before resting her forehead against his, "you're wearing too many clothes."

Michael quickly unbuttoned his jeans, pushing them down, and then sat back to pull them off completely. As he did that, Peyton got up, making her way to the fridge, a smile on her face as she saw that it was actually full. Karen must have come by again, she's been doing more of that lately. Peyton scanned the shelves looking for something tasty, her eyes widening when seeing the box of cherries.

"Are we eating first?" Michael looked up at her confused, legs stretched out in front of him, resting back on his hands, his hardness evident in his boxers, "because that's not fair after you did this to me."

"Well," Peyton grinned, "we are going to be eating... just not first." She shrugged, turning back to look at him with a smirk.

He furrowed his eyebrows as he watched her eat one of the cherries. She could tell that he didn't quite understand, so she placed the stem slowly into her mouth, and pushed his legs apart with her feet before kneeling. He watched her lips intently, glancing at her eyes quickly before she lifted her hand, and removed the item from between her lips.

"Wow." Michael breathed out, looking at the knotted stem between her fingertips.

"You like cherries, Michael?" He nodded eagerly, "I love cherries." She picked up another, biting into it halfway as she felt the juice run down from her lips.

Michael didn't hesitate, pushing himself up to her, and slowly licking up the sweet syrup that had dripped down to her neck, making her moan with a smile, "you like when I do that?" Michael asks. Peyton nods, and he slowly wraps his arm around her, laying her back onto her shirt that was still on the floor.

Michael took another cherry from the box, and ran it over her lips, before letting it hover over them slightly, "bite," he told her, and she did, leaving half of it attached to the stem, "you've done this before." He smirked, then slowly ran the fruit down her body, leaving a line of red in its tracks.

He moved down, and kissed along the line, sighing at the sweet taste of the cherry mixed with her skin. Peyton moaned at the feel of his lips on her, they were plump, smooth and as red as the cherries that sat beside them, "more." She whispered into the air, head back against the floor, her eyes closed.

Michael got up, going to the fridge to look for more things he could use, he honestly had no idea, he'd never done this before, so he grabbed the two things he knew they definitely both liked before he knelt down between her legs. He placed the items on the floor, then hovered over her, placing a light kiss to her lips, making her look at him. Slowly, he ran his hand over her bra, then slipped his fingertips into it, pressing them to her breasts, "can we take this off?" He asked, pulling at the strap.

"Yeah." She nodded quickly, reaching back to undo it, and he helped her take it off.

Michael's mouth hung open slightly, he thought she looked incredible, and so beautiful, just waiting for him to do whatever he wanted to her. He bit his lip, and hesitated before grabbing a clean kitchen towel, and then folding it so he could use it on Peyton as a blindfold, she didn't say a word as she lifted her head for him to secure it. Her heart was racing with anticipation.

Peyton gasped letting out a small giggle, when a cold syrup landed on her stomach, her hands coming up to cover her face. She heard Michael laugh lightly before his lips were on her, his tongue gently caressing her skin as he licked up the sauce. He kept on adding, and then licking, all the way up between her breasts. Her moans slowly got louder, her fingers deep in his hair, tugging at it.

"I want to try with something else, okay?" He mumbled against her lips before kissing her.

She nodded with a smile, humming happily, "chocolate, my favourite."

Michael smiled, grabbing the can that was next to him, shaking it, then taking off the lid with a pop, "this is going to be cold." He squirted the whipped cream over her right nipple, making her breath catch in her throat. Michael moved quickly, his tongue coming out to collect all of it as he gently sucked.

He had never heard her so responsive, they'd never tried this before, Michael really wishes he hadn't waited so long now. The more he used the food, the more he sucked, the more he grazed his teeth against it, the more he bit it, and each time Peyton got even louder. Her hands couldn't stop themselves from running all over him, tugging at his hair, her nails digging into his back, and it made him so hard that he was sure he wouldn't last much longer.

He moved towards her face, kissing her roughly, throwing the can across the floor, and removing her blindfold. Peyton kissed back, her tongue tasting the sweetness on his, moaning into his mouth as she wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him closer. She put her legs around him, her head falling back with a loud moan, and she grabbed onto his bicep, keeping one arm over him so he would know she wanted him to keep going.

Michael moved himself against her, hard and slow. He rested on his forearm, his lips moving down to her neck, his free hand coming up to massage her breast. When Peyton scratched her nails down his back, he knew she was close, and he moved faster. She moaned his name over and over, her eyes shut tight as she tensed, biting into his shoulder, and he felt the wetness on his boxers.

He kept going, his hips moving faster still, chasing his high. Without warning, Peyton moved her hand between them, she grabbed him through the material, then palmed him quickly. Michael stopped, the sensation too much, and he came against her hand. "Fuck," he panted heavily, resting his forehead on hers, "why did you do that?"

Peyton smiled, "thought I'd return the favour properly this time."