Love At First Fight (Michael Jackson Fanfiction)

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I shake my head as he takes a step closer towards me.

"Please, Jamie, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have left you like that." he sighs, coming into my space.

"Michael, you know I'm not interested in Ryan or that damn waiter who kept winking at me." I sigh, pressing my hands against his hard chest.

"I'm sorry. I don't know what came over me." He mumbles, leaning his head down. I step back before his lips get to close to mine.

"This wouldn't have happened if you hadn't tried to finger me at the table across my brother." I roll my eyes, placing my hands on my hips.

"I can't help that I love to touch you." He winks, stepping closer to me again, "You have this affect on me... I've tried to get over it, but damn girl," he licks his lips, placing a hand over top of mine on my hip, "You get me going." He murmurs, leaning his head down, trying again. I hesitate for a second before I reach up on my tip toes and connect my lips with his.

Unlike before, he caresses my lips with his in a gentle manner. He doesn't try to push his luck by adding tongue and also doesn't fondle me as our lips mesh together. He keeps his hand on my hip, keeping things at a slower pace than usual.

I wrap my arms around his neck, letting him know it's okay to touch me. He places a hand on my lower back, pulling me closer to deepen the sweet kiss.

"You're an ass," I moan between kisses, causing him to smirk.

"I know, babe." he smiles against my lips, moving his down my neck.

"Michael," I giggle as he sucks a sensitive spot above collarbone.

"Yeah Jamie," he mumbles against my heated skin. He plays with the hem of my tank top before I lift my arms and he pulls it over my head. Michaels eyes linger at my chest as reaches around my back, unclipping my bra. I hold my hands over my breasts as the straps hang at my sides and the cups remain on my chest.

"Michael," I sigh again, staring up into his eyes.

"If you don't trust me, we don't have to do this." he smiles softly, genuinely concerned. I turn around, my back facing him, and drop my bra onto the floor, placing my hands back on my breasts. 

Slowly but surely I feel his breath on the back of my neck. He places his soft lips on my right shoulder before slowly running his hands up my stomach, causing me to lean into him.

"Mmm," I moan as he continues to suck on my neck. He places his hands over top of mine as he licks the shell of my ear. I remove my hands so that my chest is all his and he squeezes my breasts gently. I arch my back and lean my head back onto his shoulder. Michael pinches my nipples before turning me around and rolling his tongue around them.

Michael taps my ass, telling me to wrap my legs around his waist, and I do just that. He carries me over to the bed before laying me down gently and crawling up my body. He trails kisses down my neck, chest and stomach all the way down to my inner thighs. I run my hands through his curly black hair as he starts kissing my inner thigh, moving closer and closer to my womanhood.

"Mmm you smell so good," Michael inhales, pulling my shorts off of my lower half, "Damn." he whispers.

"What?" I ask as he runs his hand over my red lace boy shorts.

"Did you know I love lace?" he smiles, pulling down the top band of my underwear.

"I had no idea." I breath as he runs his hands over the fabric covering my labia.

"Red also happens to be one of my favourite colours." he murmurs against my right hip bone, licking it as he removes my panties, "Baby, I can't wait to make your beautiful body cum." he mumbles, spreading my folds and slipping a finger into me. I arch my back a bit as he licks my clit.

"Michael," I moan, gripping his curls.

"Damn baby, you're so tight." He inhales sharply, adding another finger causing me to arch my back a bit higher this time.

"Ahh," I groan as he sucks on my clit. Michael reaches up and starts to massage my right breast as he eats me out and fingers me.

Who is this man?

"Mmm," he hums against my clit causing my legs to shake, "Do I make you this wet baby?" He mumbles as the vibrations push me closer to my climax.

"Michael." I moan as his fingers pump a bit faster.

"Answer me baby," he murmurs, "Do I make you this wet?"

"Yes." I moan as he hits my g-spot with his long fingers.

"Yes what?" He smiles, lapping my clit.

"Yes!" I arch my back as his fingers continue to speed up, "Yes you make me this wet!"

"Mmm, are you're so tight. Are you gonna cum for me?" He growls.

"Yes," I pant, gripping his curls.

"Yes what?" He smacks my thigh, bringing me to the brink of an incredible orgasm.

"Yes Michael!" I scream as he pinches my clit, running it between his fingers before shoving his fingers back into me.

"Cum," he grits, sucking on my clit, "Cum for me baby."

I arch my back, grinding against his fingers as the best orgasm of my life coasts through my body and onto Michael's tongue.

"Michael," I breath as he licks my plate clean and smacks my clit, causing my legs to jerk. He runs a hand over my sex, making me quiver, and crawls up my body before kissing my lips.

"Damn babe, you taste so good," he smiles lustfully, kissing my lips again. I place my hands on his chest, still trying to piece myself back together from the best orgasm ever.

"Michael," I breath staring up into his eyes.

"Shh," he whispers, running his thumb over my bottom lip. He crawls back down my body, and pulls my ankles towards him so that my bare ass is on the edge of the bed, "Come here." He says, taking my hand, now making me realize that he's still fully dressed.

"Michael, what are you doing?" I giggle as he pulls me towards the washroom. As we step inside, I gasp at the sight in front of me as Michael shuts the door behind us.

There are rose petals all over the washroom floor and in the steaming water of the tub. There are candles lit all around the master bathroom, including the shelves above the bathtub.

"I'm sorry," Michael apologizes again, as he wraps his arms around me from behind, "I'm an ass. I really shouldn't have left." He mumbles kissing my neck as I lean back into him.

"You're going to bathe me?" I smirk, turning around to him.

"Do you mind?" He asks genuinely.

"No, I just didn't see this coming." I smile, running my hands down his chest and onto his belt buckle.

"W-what?" He stutters as I unbuckle his belt, "The roses?" He breathes as I run my hand over his rock hard crotch.

"No," I smile, staring into his eyes, "I didn't see you being such a sap." I giggle, unzipping him.

"Jamie," he murmurs as I reach my hand into his boxers, stroking his thick cock.

Damn he's really big.

"Do you want to get in?" I bite my lip, tugging at the bottom of his shirt. Immediately, he pushes his pants down and pulls his shirt over his head. He grabs my hand, pulls me to the tub and I giggle before he plants a soft kiss on my lips and pulls me in.