Be Careful What You Wish For. 2

Be Careful What You Wish For.

Still Michael's P.O.V.

My body began to act for me, began to move her and do things all by itself...

This time, my hands journeyed up to her ribs, gripping her rib cage I began to back her up, slowly, making sure our lips were still glued together.

We were halted sharply as her back finally hit the wall, here I could take advantage.

Deepening the kiss, I was still depriving her from making any means of contact with me, apart from our chests pressed together.

Pressing my sumptuous tongue against her shimmering teeth, I asked for entrance...of course, she hungrily let me in. I swirled my tongue around, tasting each taste and feeling each feeling, she was deliciously sweet and addicting.

Our tongues rolled together as if making love.

One of my hands broke from its grasp of her ribs and began to gather up both her hands, her two delicate hands were no match for one of mine! I grasped them both and began to lift them up above her head, pressing them against the wall.

With my still free and...empty hand I traced her stomach over her shirt, finding her naval and drawing circles around it.

I cast my vision to her neck, catching a glimpse of the love bite I had given her yesterday, a spark of excitement rippled through me, the guilt I had previously felt for doing this to her...vanished. Replaced by a ravenous hunger to do it again, something about it made me feel...important, like...people would know she's taken if they saw it, people would know she's mine. Knowing I had made a, sort of, territory mark made me buzz.

I couldn't contain myself...my swollen lips left hers...and travelled towards her inviting, enticing neck.