He slowly crouches down at the foot of the bed, bringing his face closer to your core. When he finally has his face in between your thighs, some of your arousal had dribbled onto the duvet. His warm breath was hitting your thighs, driving you absolutely crazy. "Michael," You whisper, tangling your hands into his messy, blond quiff. "Please."
"Please what, princess? Use your words."
"Please eat me, Michael."
"You want my mouth?"
"Mmhm."
"Words, Y/N."
"I want your mouth on my pussy."
"What if I wanted to use my fingers?"
"As long as you touch me, I honestly don't care what you do."
"But I want you to decide."
"Michael fucking Clifford if you don't touch me right this minute I will go take a shower and finish myself off!"
He smirks up at me. "Shall I eat you?"
"Pretty please,"
After what seemed like hours, Michael finally brought his mouth to your core. He immediately laps and sucks at your pussy as if he hasn't eaten for days. The obscene slurping sounds of his tongue against your wetness add to the sensual experience. You tug on his hair, pulling him closer towards you. Michael sucking on you and your soft moans (that have been rolling off of your tongue since he started) were the only sounds in the room.
After getting so worked up, you knew you weren't going to last long. You barely got to warn Michael before your orgasm hit you, rocketing throughout your body. Your back arches off of the bed, forcing Michael to grip your hips and push you back onto the duvet. You can feel your body shaking as you cool down from your intense orgasm.
Michael stands up and looks at you, his chin glistening in your arousal. You take notice that while you were fully naked, Michael was still clothed. That just didn't work, you needed him naked and on top of you, and you needed him now. It didn't matter that you just came, you were still in a state of wanting; a craving that could only be satisfied by Michael's naked body pressed against you.
"You're wearing too many clothes." You state, staring straight at Michael who was coincidentally staring at your body sprawled out on the bed.
"Is that so, princess?"
"Mmmhmm." You reply, crawling to the edge of the bed. "Can I take off your clothes?" You ask, looking up at him with doe eyes. His adams apple bobs up and down as he nods rapidly.
You loop your fingers through the belt loops of his jeans, pulling him closer to you. Your nimble fingers expertly unzip the zipper and you immediately peel his jeans off of his long legs. You practically moan at the sight of the bulge in his boxers, completely unfazed by his Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle boxers. A blush rises up to his cheeks when he realizes what underwear he chose to wear this morning, you simple dismiss his blush, too focused on ripping his shirt off of his body. The faded NIrvana shirt landing in a heap on the floor.
You dart your tongue out to wet your lips, smirking at Michael. "Come'ere, baby." You coo, patting the spot beside you. For someone who was so confident only moments ago, he seemed so timid and shy. The way he was softly padding over to you, the love that was radiating off of him as soon as your lips touched.
Michael slowly laid you down onto the bed so he was on top of you, propped up on his elbows. He somehow shed his boxers somewhere along the way and he carefully gripped his cock, running the tip through your folds, teasing both you and him. You didn't even have to complain, he simply got fed up with his own teasing and plunged himself deep inside you.
He cock slid in and out of you with ease, your arousal coating his length perfectly. He loved the feel of your snug walls wrapped tightly around his cock, he loved how you would rake your nails down his back, he especially loved how his name would tumble out of your mouth in soft groans. He picked up speed and starting thrusting into you rapidly, inflicting a few unholy words to leave your lips.
"Fuck, Michael." You moan, biting down onto his shoulder. He goes particularly deep, his tip brushing against your g-spot.
"Harder. Please fuck me harder, Michael."
"How hard?" He pants, the confidence slowly coming back to him.
"I don't want to be able to walk in the morning. Wreck me." He fulfills your desire and thrusts as fast and as hard as he possibly could, sending both of you into a frenzy.
You can feel your walls contracting around Michael, and you know he feels it too by the excess of moans tumbling out of his pretty pink lips. "Come on, princess. Come for me." He whispers, reaching down to rub your bundle of nerves in quick, tiny circles.
Your second orgasm of the night hits you even harder than the first. Your entire body shakes as you ride it out, your toes curling and your body arching into Michael while he simultaneously releases into you.
"Fuck." He groans, collapsing on top of you.
You certainly got your wish, you were both naked, sweaty and your bodies were pressed together, virtually no space in between your rising and falling chests. Michael's hair was laced with sweat, strands of his quiff now laying flat against his forehead. "Did I hurt you?" He asks, his eyes filled with nothing but love and concern for you, the lust that once darkened his eyes was now completely exhausted.
"I'm fine, Mikey," You begin, a large yawn cutting you off. "Just a little tired."
"Go to sleep, princess."
This is the end of my first smut💜
