Sweater Paws {michael clifford}{completed}

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"Story how'd you..." Michael said as he looked at the very familiar hotel room. "I threatened the manager." Story said, causing him to look up at her. "I wanted you to have what you've been wanting." She added. "You threatened the manager so I could..." Michael trailed off looking at the women he loved more than anything in this world. "So you could have the one thing you wished for." Story finished for him. "I want to walk, carry you into the room, like I did the last time." He said making her smile. "So do it. Here, no one can tell you what you can and can't do." He smiled at her, stood up from his chair and she backed against the door to the bedroom, and he pressed his lips to hers. Of course seconds later he was exploring her mouth with his tongue wanting to touch every single part of her. His hands  caressed her soft pale skin as he removed her clothes, first her singlet, well his but she stole it. Then her shorts, and then he took off his sweat pants and T-shirt. Still against the door he picked her up, actually doing it despite his hesitant thoughts, her legs wrapped around his waist, her front to his. "Michael." She breathed as he laid her down and climbed on top of her. "I love you. So much." He said to her as he slipped her panties off along with his boxers, her bra joined the pile of clothes. He was breathless but in a good way, she kissed him deeply as he slid in her, her warmth comforting him and making him want her more. And unlike the very first time, Story's tears weren't from pain but from pure happiness as they continued into the night. 

Neither of them would ever forget the love they held in their hearts.