A Turn For The Best

Scars

#part8

He starts kissing your neck. Michael is still on top of you. He sits up and pulls his shirt over his head. His chest was super pale and a little hair. "Sorry if you were expecting Channing Tatum under this" holding up his shirt. You giggle "no baby you're perfect" rubbing your hands down his chest. "Now where were we" he looks at you. "May I?" Holding your top on both sides. You looked at him turning bright red "it's okay don't worry I won't say anything"

He pulls it off over your head. You tried your best to hide the scars, folding you arms over your chest. He pulls your hands away. "Oh baby, why?" A tear rolling down his face. You reach up and wipe away the tear "it's okay, I'm better now"

"No you're not" still sobbing quietly.

"Yes I am, because of you, that why I cried in the car because I was so proud of the 4 boys who saved my life."

He holds your arms so he can kiss every single little scar one by one. He brings his kisses all the way down your body till he get to your boobs. He rubs the scars on your stomach then puts his hands on your bra strap and unclips it. He takes it off you and flings it. "Wow! You are beautiful" he puts his hand on your boob and rubs it. He started kissing you again he kisses you boobs sucking and biting them lightly as he unbuckles the belt on his skinny jeans. You start undoing your own pants. You wriggle out of them kicking them off the end of the bed.

He lies down and pulls you on top of him. He kisses the scars on your thighs. You can see the hurt in his eyes. He reaches for your neck and pulls you down to kiss him. Your kissing him forcefully on the lips. Savouring every precious moment.