Another Michael

Chapter 11

Waves of heat started to run all over my body, emanating where his hand was pressing. I could feel immense pressure, his grip was firm and I was breathing heavily, almost gasping for air. The heat waves were forming a circuit inside my body, starting from my heart, going down to this pressure point in between my legs and going back up. And then over and over again. My body felt like it was jolting, but I was aware it was staying completely still. My heart was pounding and so did the place in between my legs, my whole upper body burning with wild fire and a mix of electricity and what seemed like very intense purely physical desire. After what appeared like forever, he took his palm a few inches away from my chest but kept it close to it. I was trembling and so did he. My only thought, although there were many other more important ones, was: he knew, he knew, he knew, he knew, he knew, he knew. I couldn't even breathe, let alone speak. My head and especially my crotch were burning. Obviously neither one of us was sleeping anymore. I got up and sat on the side of the bed, with my elbows on my knees, just calming my breathing, with my back to him. I knew I was supposed to say something, but I couldn't.

He finally did:

'That's what it feels like on the other side.'

It sounded like a punishment. But I kind of deserved it.

'Yeah...' I whispered.

I could hear him get up and I was so not ready to look at him. Was he ready to look at me?

He came and knelt right in front of me, took my face in his hands and gently forced me to look at him. And he looked at me. And he looked at me and looked at me and looked at me. For a very long time.

'Your lips are so swollen', he finally said.

I could feel that and as I saw his eyes on them I suddenly remembered my very deep desire to kiss him rise back inside me, making me feel slightly faint again. My eyelids were heavy, and my neck could no longer hold up the weight of my head. I murmured something and sort of tilted my head slightly to the left and bit my lower lip at the very carnal thoughts going on inside me. His eyes were wide open and my desire was probably written all over my face. I mumbled something more and it was obviously undecipherable. His hands were still on my face and he was still on his knees. My skin was burning. As his lips were getting closer and closer to mine everything seemed to be in slow motion. As he finally reached me, he just brushed passed me, hardly even touching me. I could feel the deep cadence of his breath on my mouth and wanted more, so much more. So I went in for more and got just a bit closer, just enough so the brush got a bit more palpable. His mouth was ever so slightly open, like a child's. I had fallen again into the trance of his presence. His red mouth moved a bit a bit further and his lips took my upper lip in the most tender embrace. The pressure I felt all through my body was unbearable. This man was a master of building anticipation. I wanted to feel him, taste him, but I knew if I didn't consciously pace myself, I would be ripping his clothes apart in the very next second. Luckily he was controlling the whole situation with his hands on my face, his knees on the floor, a king kneeling in front of his queen.

And then I felt the moisture of his mouth and he probably felt mine at the same time because everything went into a spiral from that moment on. His tongue reached inside my mouth and brushed the inside of both my lips at once, making me let out a small moan. I was breathing heavily and afraid I'd be over ventilating at any second. His hands were now on my waist, holding me tight on both sides, almost painfully. I was shivering when his tongue went into my mouth and started looking for mine, hungrily, mercilessly. He found it and our mouths, tongues, lips started dancing together with the fury of long lost love and unrequited desire. It was deep, wet and purely erotic. My eyes were closed, almost tightly, for fear that if I open them and see him so close to me I would lose my mind and be forever gone in this vortex of deep sexuality woken up inside me by just a first kiss. He got closer, put both his hands on my back and pulled me down from the bed and onto his knees, in his lap. Our chests were touching, we were too close for the kiss, our mouths were melting into each other. It was then that I felt he was shivering just as strongly as I was and I knew it wasn't the cool night air, but me, my presence, that was just as intoxicating to him as his was to me. That realization made everything all the more intense and I could no longer contain myself and reached for his chest, then worked my way up his shirt to his neck and felt his skin get goose bumps where my fingers were touching. I could feel the slow murmur of an inaudible moan in my mouth and realized he was the one moaning, not myself. My fingers reached further up on the nape of his neck and into his soft curls. That's when he completely lost it and his hands went up my back and lost themselves in my hair, squeezing my curls in his palms, massaging my scalp. He pulled my hair back and started kissing my neck and then went back to my mouth. We were kissing so passionately, like two hungry animals that have just reached each other after centuries of solitude. Involuntarily, my hips started swaying in his lap and I could feel definite moisture making its way through my thin dress and onto his pants. He pulled me even closer and I was keeping my balance with my bare feet on the wooden deck, with my eyes closed. There was nothing but pure carnal energy and darkness, sheer darkness underneath my closed eyelids. And him. His presence. His body. His aura. Him. Michael Jackson!