bubbly person A x stern person B ship
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Sara Atkins just wants to start anew. No Noah anymore. No food technology. No worries about love. She just needs a breeze of fresh air.
An opportunity presents itself when Sara finds out a...
My head fell onto my pillow and weights pressed down my arms next to me. I stared up to the most handsome man I had ever seen in my entire life. More handsome than Henry Cavill, Chris Evans, Channing Tatum - more handsome than any hollywood star.
A wavy strand of sandy hair fell onto Michael's perfect lean and imposing face, his sky blue eyes shining as they met mine. He met my gaze, then his eyes wandered down to my lips, then back up to my eyes again.
"I want to kiss you so, so bad, mon amour."
My heart was beating rapidly against my chest and I wasn't able to catch my breath, but I nodded.
I leaned in close until our noses touched, which resulted in Michael tilting his head slightly, so he could kiss me – I closed my eyes and waited for his lips to touch mine.
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Instead they landed on my shoulder blades. I wasn't disappointed because it was so sensuous that I had to grab my pillow to stay with him and not get lost in the paradise that was his lips.
"Sara ...", Michael mumbled, planting another kiss on my collarbone. His lips moved slowly, painfully slowly, yet sensually mere millimetres up my skin, every spot earning a new kiss.
His kisses were long, causing goose bumps with every touch against my hot skin. He was in no hurry to take me, enjoying every inch of my skin that was naked to him.
"My Sara", he mumbled, kissing me behind my ear and nibbling on my earlobe. I moaned and at the same time goose bumps spread all over my body. "So lively, so beautiful."
Michael kissed the side of my face, my cheek, my nose, my eyes, my forehead – all while I grabbed my bedsheets even more. "I want you so badly baby", he groaned.
His lips left me drunk, craving for more. With every long and heartfelt kiss he left on my skin, the more I craved the touch of his lips against mine, crushing them, slipping his tongue inside my mouth, biting my lips.
Michael teased me by moving to the other side of my face. "So impatient", he purred kissing the side of my nose. He inched closer and closer to my lips with every kiss. My cheeks he kissed loudly and hard, and as he arrived at the corners of my lips, I was breathing harshly. I let out a small moan.
"Mine", he snarled, and his lips got closer to mine.
I opened my eyes, gasping.
I was clutching my pillow, staring at the ceiling.
"Michael?", I asked carefully and slowly, not sure if I had been dreaming or if this had really happened.
I still felt the pressure of his kiss on my collarbones, shoulders, cheeks and corner of my lips.
