One Day In Your Life.

My Touch. (Michael's POV)

My hands shake as I hold her precious face in my hands, cupping her wet, rosy cheeks. She trembles, scrunches her face up in pain and grips my arms forcefully.
I'm so stupid.
What was I thinking?
Nice one Michael. Nice.
A few tears squeeze out the corner of her squinted eyes, and her skin is soon covered with goosebumps. I feel her shiver, and she falls against me, her wet locks framing her round face. I grip her wrists gently and place them around my neck, and lift her, bridal style. She buries her face into my chest and tightly snuggles into my wet skin. I hope she isn't angry. She tried to console my guilt, but no matter what she says, I still can't forgive myself for hurting the girl I love, so carelessly.
Since when did I love her?
I barely know her.
Feelings...ugh.
She shivers violently against me, and sniffles against my now freezing skin. I walk back into the bedroom, and place her down gently on the bed.
"Can you grab me some underwear please, Michael? Top draw on the left.". I nod and smile quickly, and retrieve a blue sport-bra and black panties.
"Thank you" she whispers softly, smiling cutely with glistening eyes.
"It's ok."I whisper in response, smiling in return. I walk to the lounge room and put on my own boxers, noticing my erection has almost completely subsided, quite sadly. No man likes to start the morning with an unrelieved boner.
I walk back into the room, where Indie lies on her side, looking at me smiling. Her woman-bits are now clothed, and her body glows bronze and smooth in the morning sun.
"Come here." She says playfully, giggling. I climb in next to her, taking much care, very anxiously.
"Michael, would you stop? It wasn't your fault. It...it was a mistake. I didn't realise it was gonna hurt so bad."
"But it wouldn't have hurt so bad if I just...was more careful..."
"Oh Shutup!"
Indie gently smacks my arm and cuddles up to me.
I wrap my arms around her torso and hold her small delicate hands. We lay warmly and comfortably in a spooning position, our bodies radiating of heat and compassion, welcoming each others presence happily. It makes my heart so happy being able to hold a girl like this, just to lay and feel our bodies as one, loving.
"Are...are you ok with what happened?"
She turns her head staring into my eyes, brows raised, confused.
"What do you mean?"
"Well...like...The sex."
I reply nervously.
"Michael, I honestly couldn't have asked for a better first time. It was beautiful, amazing, perfect...Thankyou."
Indie replies with a soft, serious voice, assuring my conscience.
"I feel the same way."
Indie smiles warmly, and we share a kiss, our lips so warm and softly pressing together, just a simple, happy kiss. It doesn't last long, but it was nice.
"Michael Jackson. Wow. I still can't believe it...Michael Jackson.",
Indie says lowly under her breath, seemingly bewildered at her own words.
I giggle lightly, amused by her intrigue.
"My mum isn't gonna be home until tomorrow morning, when she gets back from her nightshift. She's hanging out with her friends in the city today. We can hang out, only if you'd like...Who am I kidding? You probably have shit to do right?".
"Yeah...you."
Indie laughs, tugging my wrists slightly. I join, our childish giggling cutting through the peaceful morning silence.
My confidence even catches me off guard...
I'm smooth.
"No, I have nothing to do. I'd love to hang with you, if ya wanna."
"Of course!! But...what about your family? Should we let them know?"
"Perhaps we could drop by my hotel room and leave a note or somethin'"
"Cool, easy-peazey."
I smile to myself. Her cuteness is so overwhelmingly attractive.
"We should go out for ice-cream, ya know. Just hang out down at the pier."
"Sounds great. I'll grab some money when we drop by the hotel."
I suddenly realise that we didn't actually shower properly, as we were interrupted by...technical faults.
"Hey Mike, I just figured that since we didn't exactly finish the shower, we should have a bath. It's just easier. Wanna come with?"
"Heck yeah..."
Indie leaps out of the bed and runs down the hall, back to where we were half an hour ago, where I fucked up bad.
I still feel awful.
She giggles, her cute ass jiggling as I chase her, our feet pounding the floorboards rapidly. Suddenly, I'm stopped by a finger on my chest.
"No.Sex."
"O.K."
Indie laughs warmly at my mocking, and walks into the bathroom, switching on the tap. Steamy hot water pours into the pearly white tub, as she sits on the edge, pouring in bubble-bath. I walk over to her, and sit behind her, gripping her waist gently and pulling her towards me. Indie smiles, throwing her head back against my shoulder, as we kiss tenderly, my hands stroking her waist. I leave her lips, and kiss down her neck, wetting her gorgeous skin.
"M-Michael...n-no...'
"Shhh...No sex. I got it. That doesn't mean...I can't make you feel good...." I grumble into her collar bone, feeling her body shiver under my touch. I feel blood rush, and the familiar strain in my boxers.
Bad luck bud'.
The bath tub fills half way, and I reach over and turn off the tap, still sucking on a tender spot below her collarbone, her soft moans making me want her body strongly. I unclip her blue bra, as she slides of her panties fluently. I slip mine off effortlessly, as our undergarment pile on the titanium white floor.
I slide in, pulling her along with me. The bubbles tickle against my skin, covering every inch of the water surface, our wet skin protruding through like ice bergs. She sits in between my legs, my erection pressed against her lower back.
I continue to suck on her skin, biting gently, and leaving marks of love and dominance all over her bronze, wet glossy skin. My hands caress the tops of her knees, until I slowly begin to ease them apart. She suddenly grips my wrists, obviously concerned.
"I'm not gonna hurt you. Just trust me." I softly whisper against her ear. I feel her nod reluctantly, as she rests her head back against my chest, and closes her eyes.
"Mmmmm.."
Indie softly moans, a slight smirk playing the corners of her mouth. I look down at her, tucking my chin over her forehead, feeling her still dry hair tickle my neck,
I pull her thighs apart as far as the walls of the bath will allow, and then reach down further, gripping beneath her shins and placing both of her feet on either side of the bath, giving me full access to her precious parts. I run my hands up and down her slippery inner-thighs, seeing her lips part and brow furrow in desire and what looks to me as sexual frustration.
"Ohh M-Michael..Just..Mmm.."
Whenever I hear my name oozing from her mouth, drowned in lust, my body is set on fire. My heart aches for her loving, and I just can't contain myself. It fucking hypnotises me. But I can with-stand the urge. For now.
"Beg for my touch."