Old Friend

-Chapter 4-

He loves me? He loves me!

"Don't scare me like that," I nudged his shoulder. "You know I love you." He told me, lifting my chin so's my lips were brushing his, my heart was running laps.

"So come and show me then." I whispered against his soft lips. Michael rose one perfectly arched brow, "Show me," without another word I darted past him and up the stairs, "Hey!" he cried out in confusion before chuckling and eventually hightailing it up the stairs after me.

Finally reaching my bedroom it was there Michael took me down onto the bed.

"You're gonna pay for that, girl." he said with a glint of desire in his eyes, I pushed up onto my shoulders to kiss him, he tasted so good.

Our tongues sought each other and mingled like what we were, old friends. "Mmm,' I moaned into his mouth, this was quickly becoming a heated exchange.

I pushed Michael's jacket from his shoulders and he moved to take off his shirt, then pants.

While he undressed, so did I. First removing my Rolling Stones t-shirt followed by my pants, black lace bra and panties.

Once we were both undressed we stood admiring each others bodies.

His beautiful alabaster skin and long curls were driving me crazy.

He eyed me up and down, biting his bottom lip, "Take your hair down for me," he whispered, I reached behind me to remove the band from my hair, letting it fall below my shoulders, "Wow," he breathed.

Before I knew anything, I found myself on my back, on my bed with Michael's face buried between my thighs..