Be Careful What You Wish For. 2

Be Careful What You Wish For.

Still Michael's P.O.V.

Her sweet tongue caressing and twirling with mine, she had taught me well. Her sparkling teeth nibbled gently on my bottom lip, my clenched eyes squeezed ever tighter as an aroused sigh erupted from my throat...she was a magician.

Her fingers crept around my neck hitting every sweet spot, circling and stroking. My emotions and feelings were in turmoil.

What I was feeling had sent my body limp, I was unable to focus on anything other than her, it seems my hands had become dysfunctional and were laid uselessly by her sides, she had noticed my lack of contact.

With our lips still making love her hands departed from my neck, they travelled down until they reached my hands. She took them and wrapped them round her body, finalising their position on her booty, I tried to refuse but she moved them back.

I opened my eyes, only to see her eyes already open, a glint of mischief dancing in her irises.

She raised her eyebrows once in a short suggestive manner before closing her eyes once again and letting go of my hands, I didn't fight back this time, I left them on her booty, I couldn't deny that I like feeling it.

I was throbbing now...begging to be taken care of, surely she could feel it.

Her body shifted ever closer, moulding perfectly into me, we were impossibly close.

But she didn't stop moving, her flexible hips began to roll in circles, grinding hard and slow onto the hardness that she felt...the anticipation of some kind of contact rocketed through me and the feeling shook my body like an earthquake, causing my teeth to clench and my hands to grip her booty tight.
I broke the kiss with a muffled groan, she bit her lip as my hands still had hold of her.