Teacher's Pet (A Michael Jackson Fanfiction)

Teacher's Pet..42..

I breathe in deeply as Michael presses his lips to the side of my neck.

He holds my hands above my head and I shudder as he showers my neck with soft, lingering kisses.

"I've never done this before, Jenna." Michael says, nipping my chin.

"What?" I think aloud, mindlessly, as I take in his kisses.

"Made love to a woman?" He confesses and I frown as he stops kissing me.

"You've never made love before?" I ask, staring into his eyes.

"I guess some would want to call the act of sex that," He shrugs, staring into my eyes. "but I've never been in love to make love."

"Michael," I frown in confusion. "you're thirty-three, and you're telling me you've never been in love? I'm younger than you and I can say I've felt that way before."

"Age doesn't bring forth experience in every field, Jenna." Michael mutters as my frown deepens.

"Yes, but surely you've felt something for a woman, besides me, baby."

He kisses my neck and shakes his head. "No, sweetheart, you're the only one. You're the only one who's worthy."

"And what makes me worthy?" I ask as he kisses across my collarbone.

"You're— Jenna." He sighs as he stares into my eyes again. "I can't quite— I love you, woman. I'm in love with you, Jenna. I fucked those other woman in my past," I breathe in as he goes on. "and you deserve more than just a casual fuck."

"But I like being fucked, Michael." I pout, playfully, as he kisses my wrist. "It's fun."

"With me?" Michael smiles and I nod. "I'm sure, baby, but I'd like to make love to you. Although, I don't exactly know how to go about doing that."

I roll us over, positioning myself on top of him, and sit astride his body.

"Just love me, Michael." I say, pulling my hair back before letting it fall down my back. "Just love me and what we do will be lovemaking."

"I loved you this morning, Jenna, and I fucked you rough against that door." He points behind us at his room door. "You don't deserve rough sex, Jen. You deserve gentle, loving, caring sex."

"How deep, rough, or fast the act is doesn't make it a "fuck", baby." I mumble as I hover over his lips and kiss them swiftly. "The connection you share with the other person is what makes it "making love", Michael."

"Really?"

"Really, baby. You don't believe me?"

"I do, but--" He clears his throat and he looks so innocent as he asks. "but could you show me, Jenna?"

"Show you what, my love?" I ask as I caress his sweet face.

"How to make love to you. Teach me how to make love to you, Jenna."

I giggle, softly, at his request then throw my shirt to the floor. "I'll teach you anything, Michael."

"Ahhhh," He moans as he stares at my naked breasts. "I love you so much, Jenna."

I smile as he leans up and starts kissing all over my chest.

"I love you too, Michael." I sigh as he places kisses and nibbles all over my nipples. "Ahhh, I love you too."

Michael places a large hand at the small of my back and starts rocking his erection against my slit.

I toss my head back in ecstasy and groan his name.