Sweater Paws {michael clifford}{completed}

♕♕♕♕♕♕♕♕♕♕♕♕♕♕♕♕♕♕♕♕ ♕♕♕♕♕♕♕♕♕♕♕ pt 2

Story and Michael got to their hotel and setteled in their room easily. "I-" Michael was cut off by Story pressing her lips to his and sliping her hands under his shirt. Her warm hands on his skin sent shivers through him. Her lips molded perfectly with his, as if they were made for each other. Michael put his arms around his bride and lifted her up, her legs now on either side of him. She let his lips go, breathig hard as he walked them into the bedroom. "Mikey, I've never..." She blushed. He smiled and said, "I know babe, don't worry I'll take care of you." Michael laid her on the bed gently, and put his lips to her neck as he ran his hands along her sides, his fingers lightly touching the space where her shirt had came up a little. Goosebumps forming where his cool fingers touched her skin. She gasped when he sucked on her lightly, none to kindly, making sure to leave a dark bruise. He released her skin and blew on it, soothing the stinging feeling it had brought his wife. The next thing to happen was her shoes coming off as well as her sweat pants and tank top. She looked up at her husband as he looked at her like a piece of art. His fingers touching her everywhere, as hers did the same to him. "You're so beautiful." He whispered to her as she removed his clothes, so they were now even. "Mikey I-" she started, but he pressed his lips on hers. "Don't worry Love, we don't have to." She looked at him like he was crazy. "Mikey, I was going to say that if you didn't hurry up I was gonna kill you." Her words shocked Michael, but also caused him to smile. He ran his hands up her soft thighs as she closed her eyes humming at the feeling it brought her. His rough fingers traced her panty line before hooking them under and pulling them down her legs. Gasping at the cool air Story looked at Michael. "I love you." They spoke at the same time. Gently leaning over her he looked into her eyes as he lined himself up. "If it hurts tell me. I'll stop." He said. Story nodded and kissed him as he pushed in her. The feeling felt foreign to her, not bad but different. Tears prickled her eyes as he was all the way in. "Baby, I'm so sorry. Shh." Michael said as soon as the first tear escaped her eye and ran down her cheek. He kissed her all over her face as he let her get used to him. "Move." She said softly to him as his fingers laced with his. He complied and soon everything was okay. The sounds that escaped her lips sent Michael into a state of euphoria. With each movement Story felt the love Michael had for her. With each movement Michael fell more in love with her. Each gasp and whispered words between them sealed their love, despite not knowing what tomorrow would bring. The euphoric state they were in would soon be broken.

But neither of them knew.