Feather

Twenty Two {Hold me, Pt. 2}

For a while they both lay side by side, just looking at each other. Each on their own side of the bed. They didn't touch, hands only resting next to each other's. This was a big step that they were taking. You would think that, with them being together for just over a year, that this would have happened by now, but it hadn't. The touching, the kinks. They had always been enough. They were enough. Peyton wanted more though, even if it was just for today.

"You know, it's okay if you don't want to." She whispered sweetly.

"No, I want to. It's just... because I never have before." He shrugged, "I don't want it to be bad."

Peyton giggled slightly. "Michael, I know you. I've felt you... all over me. I trust you with my life. We don't have to do this, but if you really want to, then we can go slow. Just like the first time we touched." She smiled, biting her bottom lip, slowly reaching out, and resting her hand over his.

Michael took his hand from beneath hers, and rest it on top. Lacing his fingers with hers. "Slow is good." He said quietly, and she nodded.

Peyton moved closer to him, placing his hand on her hip, "just go with what you feel. Okay?" She put her hand on his chest. "It's just us."

Michael nodded, kissing her softly, and slowly squeezing her waist. She kissed back, running her hand up his chest, and then ever so lightly tracing his back with her fingertips. "That feels nice." He mumbled quietly against her lips. "Peyton..." he pulled away from her when remembering, "I don't have anything to use."

"What's the worst that could happen?" She giggled, kissing him deeply.

They slowly moved closer together, Peyton not wanting to overwhelm him. Their hands moved effortlessly over each other's bodies. Just like they had done so many times before. Legs tangling together. Arms wrapping around each other. Lips moving as one. They knew every part, every dip, every curve as if it were their own.

Suddenly, Michael grabbed Peyton's waist, turning onto his back, and pulling her on top of him. She pushed herself up onto her hands, smirking down at him as she set her knees comfortably at his sides. Peyton could feel how hard he was underneath her. She sat herself up so she was pressed down on him, making him groan quietly.

She took his hands in hers, fingers lacing together, and she slowly began to grind on him. Michael let out a deep breath, closing his eyes, and letting his head sink into the pillow. She watched him carefully. Taking in the way he looked, the way his Adam's apple moved every time he swallowed. He looked absolutely breathtaking to her.

Peyton put his hands on her thighs, "are you ready?" He nodded, eyes still closed. "I'm going to go slow, okay?" She told him, and he nodded once again. "Hey, look at me." She stopped her movements, and he looked at her. "It's okay if you need a minute."

"No. No, I'm good." He said, pressing his fingertips hard to her skin.

"Michael, you don't have to be nervous." She placed her hands over his. Feeling how they trembled slightly. "Would you prefer it if I fucked you instead?" She asked as if it was the most natural thing in the world.

"What!?" Michael's eyes widened, making her laugh.

"Well, at least it stopped you from freaking out about this." She moved her right hand discreetly between her legs.

"I'm not freaking ou..." Michael moaned loudly as Peyton quickly lowered herself down on him. "Fuck me." He panted, looking straight into her eyes.

"Not this time, baby." She ran her hands over his chest, digging her nails teasingly into the flesh. "We're going to go low and slow on this one."

Peyton leaned forward kissing him sweetly. Michael's hands never leaving her thighs. She began to move up and down slowly, keeping things simple at first. She smiled seeing him bite his lip when she started to rotate her hips instead. "Shit, that feels good." He exhales, looking down at where they're connected.

"Hey, look at me. Not down there." She lifts his head so they make eye contact again. "Are you ready for more?"

"Yeah." Michael nods quickly.

She sits up, motioning for him to do the same. She pushes against his chest slightly, slowing him down, "easy, baby." She giggles, making him gasp.

"Holy shit." He chuckles lightly. "Do that again."

She shakes her head, running her fingers through his hair. "Low and slow. Remember?" She presses her lips to his, kissing deeply. He easily wraps his arms around her, pulling her close as she moves on him. He moans into her mouth, their skin becoming hotter as it rubs together. Sweat starting to form. "Lay me down, baby." Her words quiet, not breaking the moment they were creating.

Slowly, he lay her down, and made sure her head was comfortable on the pillow. As he gently pushed back inside her, he lifted her legs to his sides. Wrapping them around him. Peyton kissed his neck tenderly, sucking ever so slightly. Not enough to leave a noticeable mark, but something that he would feel. That made his body burn.

Peyton ran her hands up his back, pressing her fingers down to the pace of his thrusts. Both of them keeping in time with each other's movements. Not letting things go too fast, or finish too quickly. She wanted to savour every moment of this. She had wanted it for so long. To feel him inside her. Michael's hands made their way across her skin. He knew exactly where to touch to get the reaction he wanted from her. A moan, a sigh, a flinch, even a giggle. Michael knew them all.

Michael's pace began to get faster as Peyton moaned louder. He thrust harder, and deeper, hissing at the sensation caused from her running her nails hard down his back. It was like it flipped a switch inside of him. He pulled out of her, quickly turning her on her side. He pushed her right leg forward, putting himself back inside her. She moaned the loudest he'd ever heard. She always liked it rough.

He was quick to pick up his previous pace. Pushing so forcefully that she was almost on her front. He ran his hand down her back, watching as she grabbed the pillow tightly. Biting it to conceal her moans. He pulled on her hair, making her back arch, and he moved his free hand down between her legs.

Michael groaned when feeling the heat from her on his fingers. He moved them in time with his thrusts, biting on her shoulder as she began to tighten around him. Her moans were practically whines now, she was that close. He turned her head to face him as much as possible, kissing her roughly. His thrusts became deeper, and more irregular as he got closer.

Both pulled away from the kiss, resting their foreheads against each other's. Michael could feel how tense she was becoming. Peyton's breath getting shallower, the light noises escaping her parted lips, and he knew. "Now?" He panted. She nodded, and he pressed his fingertips against her hard, giving her one last rough, deep thrust as they both moaned loudly. Michael releasing inside her, as she pulsed around him.

It took a minute for them to catch their breaths, then slowly, so as not to hurt her, Michael pulled out. He felt her flinch slightly, making him frown. "Are you okay?" He asked, laying down behind her. Peyton hummed happily with a small nod. "Are you sure?"

"Yeah." Peyton turned to face him. "I've never been more sure." She smiled tiredly, and then got comfortable on her side, with her back to him. He watched as her back rose and fell with every breath she took. It was slow, and easy. "Michael..." She said through a low yawn.

"Yeah?"

"Hold me." Michael didn't reply, he just moved closer to her, and wrapped his arm around her. Both of them falling asleep with smiles on their faces that night.