Michaelishious - Vol. 2018

Dec. 8th: The girl next door Pt. 3

Author's note:
LMFAO! You know I wouldn't do that to you... So here you go; read and enjoy!

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With both hands, Michael cupped her cheeks and placed a gentle kiss on her lips. A kiss that lasted too short and an eternity at the same time. The softness of her plump lips, made him yearn for more, but he stopped and looked into her eyes for a moment, before he removed his hands. He had embarrassed himself. Her too, probably. And he stood up so fast, that he almost knocked over his cup of hot chocolate.

"I'm so sorry, Erin. I should never... I'm sorry. I need to leave. Thank you kindly for... Bye."

Erin jolted up, too, and she instantly grabbed his arm to stop him from walking away from her. She didn't want him to leave. She didn't want him to feel embarrassed. Because she didn't want the kiss to end.

"Michael!" she exclaimed, a little louder than she had planned. And she was glad that he stopped. But he didn't turn to look at her.

"Please don't go. I... I know I'm older than you, a lot older, but you..."

She paused, trying find the right words to say.

"I've always liked you, Michael. Really liked you. But because of our age difference, and because of you being who you are, I've tried to ignore it for so many years. But every time I see you walk from your car into your parent's house, or when you play with your nephews and nieces or have a barbecue in your garden... Every time I see you, Michael, I can't help but to wonder how it would feel to be near you again. And..."

She swallowed, as her voice cracked and broke into almost a whisper.

"And how it would feel to kiss you."

She looked at his broad shoulders, and his silky curls that were messy and wild, and she wanted so desperately that he would turn around again. She wanted to admire his perfect features once more. It wasn't enough to see him in a picture anymore. She wanted more. She wanted him more than she'd ever wanted anyone in her life, even if it only was for this one time.

He slowly turned around, and looked at her with eyes so filled with emotions, that her heart felt arrhythmical in her chest. And she bit her lip to try to contain herself. Maybe he thought she was crazy?

But he didn't. Instead, he finally gave into his longing desire, and captured her lips with his, while his hands finally could explore her beautiful curves, just the way he had fantasized about so many times. His heart pounded in his chest, and he almost whimpered when she moaned sweetly against his lips.

This was all he had envisioned, and many times more. She felt so good against his body, and she fit so perfectly in his hands when he caressed her shoulders, waist and hips. And her breasts? They were fuller and softer, than he ever could have imagined.

They were both breathing heavily now, but they couldn't get enough of each other's lips to break the kiss. Not when he pulled her sweater off. Not even when she unbuttoned his shirt and let it fall to the floor together with his t-shirt. Or when he gently freed her breasts from her bra, and cupped them with his hands. They deepened it even more, and let their tongues dance together with passion.

He let his hands wander down to her butt cheeks, and pushed her against his manhood. He was ready for her, and he wanted her to know. She was his first crush, and now she was going to be his first in other ways, too. And it felt so right. Everything inside him felt right, as long as he could be with her, and hold her like he did right now.

But when she moaned against his lips in fever, after the feeling of his member pushing against her area, he couldn't hold back anymore. It was too intense. And it was hurting too bad. He needed her, just the way she needed him. So, he opened her pants, pulled them down, and placed her hand on himself, to encourage her to do the same. And he groaned in relief, when his length sprung free, and he felt her warm fingers reach around it.

His hand carefully caressed her womanhood, and he moaned when he felt her warm and soft against his fingertips. He knew where women wanted to be touched, he'd read about that. But he never knew how it really felt. Not until now. And the way she responded, when he started rubbing her, was bringing him dangerously close to the edge. He let a finger slip inside of her, and felt how her warm and moist walls embraced his finger in the most erotic way, and he could feel how she moved against his hand, wanting more of what he was giving her. But he removed his hand, brought it up to his face, and looked at the glistening liquid that covered his finger. The smell was sweet and tasted strange, but good, and it made him feel even more intoxicated by her than she already was.

"Please, Michael," she begged. Michael licked off his fingers, and then his lips. He hoped she would allow him to taste the whole of her some day, but right now, he was struggling to hold back his release. He feeling of her stroking him so passionately, was too much for him, and he had to remove her hand.

"D-do you..." he breathed, suddenly feeling a bit shy. But she knew what he meant.

"I'm on the pill," she whispered, thinking about the reason why she was. Her ex wanted to have a baby, and refused to wear a condom. But it wasn't that she didn't want kids. Just not with him... And she'd gotten so used to a life almost without cramps and bleeding, that she just kept on taking them. And right at this moment, she couldn't be happier about it.

She grabbed his hand, and pulled him down on top of her, as she lied down on the couch. And she gasped when she could feel the tip of his erection briefly push against her entrance. Michael was eager to explore her breasts, and she moaned when he sucked her nipples into his mouth, one at a time. Her fingers got entangled in his curls, just the way she had daydreamed of so many times, and she gasped again, when one of his hands found its way back to caress her pearl. He was so good at this...

Michael rubbed her until she had troubles forming words. He knew he could bring her to orgasm if he continued, but he wanted so desperately to see if he could do that with different part of him too. A part that was aching and throbbing in a way that it almost drove him mad. He was so close now. So close to become a man, and to feel what he had been missing out on.

He was standing on his knees between her legs, and her alluring, pink folds were calling so strongly for him that he wanted to ravish her. But he could never do that. She deserved only the best of what he had to give, and that would still not be enough. So he pulled her closer by her hips, and placed himself at her entrance. And when he finally pushed inside her, his eyes rolled back and he heard himself groan deeply. This was better than anything he'd felt before, and what felt even better; he made her feel good too. Her eyes were glazed over by a fog of ecstasy, and her mouth hung agape, making the most beautiful moans, that made him increase the rhythm of his hips. Every time he pushed inside her, made him struggle to hold back. But when he finally managed to push her over the edge, and felt her pulsating contractions around him, he finally dared to let go, and gave her his last few, deep thrusts of passion.

He had never celebrated Christmas. He had never even liked it. But after today he loved it. And after today, he loved... Erin.