For my bestie Paula. Ily, girl! I hope you like it :P
"Michael, can you come here for a second?" I called.
"Hm? Yeah okay hold on," he answered, turning back to his computer. He was playing some video game, and we hadn't had sex for weeks. Honestly I didn't know how he could go so long without it, but hey, everyone's different.
He walked into the bathroom, seeing me standing there in just a towel, since I had just gotten out of the shower. "Whatcha need?"
I dropped the towel, seeing his eyes widen as I walked over to him. I didn't bother answering, instead I just pushed him backwards into the bedroom, until he finally fell back on the bed, and I climbed on top of him.
"Oh, hello," he mumbled.
I pulled off his shirt, running my hands slowly up and down his chest, before leaning down and kissing him slowly. He reacted immediately, his tongue meeting mine and his hands roaming my naked body.
"Fuck Paula, what's gotten into you?" he moaned against my lips, grabbing my ass.
"I need you," I said simply. I pulled away and sucked on his neck, making him moan and harden underneath me. Once I had left a few hickeys, I got off him and unzipped his pants, and he assisted me in pulling them off, along with his boxers. He moved upwards on the bed, so he was more comfortable, and I again climbed on top of him, lowering myself onto his length. He grabbed my hips, moving me against him slowly, moaning my name.
I leaned down to connect our lips again as I rode him, his hips bucking up to meet me halfway. As I moaned in pleasure, I got closer and closer. I kept the slow pace, knowing he liked it this way. I loved how I knew everything about him, because he was my Michael, and mine only.
"Michael," I moaned as I came, but kept my motion against his body.
He touched my back, my tits, my ass, moaning my name softly as he came a few moments later.
Both of us exhausted, we laid down, him pulling the comforter over us. I turned so we were spooning, and he put his arm over me, snuggling me closer. I heard his breaths get slower, and mine slowed as well.
He must've thought I was asleep when he whispered softly, "I love you, Paula."
