"I don't care!" you shout, your hastiness getting the best of you. "I don't fucking care! Michael, please!" At the sound of your irritability, Michael's tongue delves into you, pumping at a rapid pace. This gets a reaction from you, and you moan aloud. The feeling of Michael pleasuring was one you've missed for ages, and he knows that. Frankly, he won't let you forget it.
Your orgasm builds slowly, which is slightly beneficial. You never want this euphoria to end. Michael, hearing your moans quiet down, exits you and licks up your slit to center himself above your clit. His mouth curls around it and, without warning, sucks mercilessly. His tongue flicks and pokes at the nub, sending a rush of pleasure through you. Your moans and whimpers drown out any other noise, only exciting Michael and inspiring him to work even harder.
Two of his digits enter you, and your orgasm picks it's speed up instantly. "Oh, fuck... Michael!" you whine. Your hands grip the bed sheets as his fingers push in and out of you at an ever-increasing pace. His mouth continued working it's unexplainable magic, sending you to a place beyond your imagination.
Your high crashes down on you when you least expected it, and your back arches off of the bed. As your body calms itself down, your legs close in on Michael's head. Your chest heaves, barely able to control your uneven breathing. You feel his smile against your core as he pushes your legs apart.
Knowing you're still sensitive, his fingers slow their pace down to help you ride your high out. When your back touches the mattress of his bed, his fingers exit you, and he licks them clean. To buy you time to catch your breath, Michael kitten-licks up and down your folds, purposely slipping in between them to collect anything he missed.
Though your orgasm's still rushing through you, so you cry out at the sensation; Michael laughs, enjoying seeing you wrapped around his finger. Quickly, he brings your legs down from over his shoulders. He pecks your lips and deepens the kiss, shoving his tongue in your mouth shortly after. His tongue dances with yours, allowing you to taste what he did moments before.
Your lips pull apart with a loud smack, and Michael uses this hesitation to comment, "You know, I bought a pair of handcuffs a while ago. I waited for months to use them, but I never did. I wanted to see you beg until you couldn't beg anymore. I was thinking of using them today, but I guess I don't need to."
Not caring to respond, knowing he's just trying to get a reaction out of you, your hands travel down to the waistband of his boxers. You pinch each side, even going to the extent of marking his hips with your fingernails. Michael smirks, happy to see you practically begging him without him pushing you to. Michael slips his boxers off, tossing them off to the side.
With ease, he positions himself above your entrance. Just when his head leaned down to kiss you, he pounds into you instead. His entire length enters you, and you scream, the mixture of both pleasure and pain overwhelming you completely. Your eyes flutter closed, and your head digs into the mattress. Michael's hand, resting on one side of your head to support himself, moves the hair out of your face. Michael realizes your eyes are closed, and he slows down to help you get comfortable.
When the pain subdues dramatically, your cries turn into moans and begs for more. "Look at me, baby. Open your eyes," Michael orders, his pace surprisingly speeding up after he saw your mouth agape from pleasure.
At his demand, you force your eyes to open; as you do, your gaze locks onto his. Your hands trail up his body slowly, carefully admiring every niche and curve. Everything in the room filled with your synchronized moans; they switched to screams when Michael hit your g-spot.
Once more, he slams into you, your skin slapping his as he recklessly thrusts into you.
You clench around him, signaling your fast-approaching orgasm. To speed it up, Michael's hand traverse down your body, and his thumb stretches to your clit and starts rubbing it. When his cock twitches inside of you, you both know just how close your orgasms are getting.
Your moans fall out of your mouths in perfect harmony, and Michael bent down to your neck, leaving kisses to distract himself from his own orgasm. Though he's close, he holds back for a while to wait for you to come first. The circles he's rubbing onto your clit get faster and heavier as he feels himself losing momentum to hold back his orgasm. "Come, baby... Come for me. Show me how fucking good I make you feel."
His words sent you over the edge. Your back arches away from the mattress, and your stomach presses into his, accidently pushing his whole length into you once more. You cry out, and to relieve yourself slightly, your fingernails stab into his shoulder blades and scratch down his back. Michael, unable to deny himself his orgasm much longer, releases into you as his head falls backwards. He lets a loud groan escape his lips, and you run a hand through his hair before placing needy kisses to his shoulders. In a blend of heaving breathing and stray moans, you and Michael kiss as his pace slows down.
Michael doesn't exit you until both of you have ridden your highs out. Completely out of breath, the kiss he plants on your lips is weak and drained of energy. You smile as he rolls off of you and lands next to you. You turn your head to look at him, watching his chest rise and fall in it's search for air.
After a while, Michael returns your stare and, with a smile as wide as yours, pulls you into his chest. "I'm sorry," he mumbles into your hair, his lips pressing a sweet kiss to your temple afterwards. You don't bother to respond. Instead, you pull the covers up to pool around your naked bodies and cuddle into Michael. You two stay awake, comfortable in each other's embrace for the first time in two years.
