Don't Stop | Michael Clifford

Chapter 33

I wake up with Michael's arm around my waist, his head buried in my hair, his small snores filling the room. I smile, slightly sitting up, Michael's arm going limp beside me. I couldn't help but laugh at he always was completely gone when he sleeps. I take a hand through my hair, seeing it was four o'clock, which would mean I was used to it being 7. I yawn as I know the guys would have to be up at five thirty. I take a hand through my hair, I look over at Michael who was sleeping peacefully. The blanket was by the bottom of his torso, him not wearing a shirt. He had moved, so his head was facing the other way, his hand by his face as he slightly snores. I smile, as I shift, straddling his waist. A wake-up snore escapes Michael's lips as he moves his head, just as my lips connect with his neck. A moan quickly escapes his lips as his hands rest on my thighs. I start sucking, Michael probably still too sleepy to know what I'm doing. "Eeeel," he moans, me still sucking as he sleepily moans. Well, not all of him is sleeping, me smirking as I keep sucking. He then slightly jumps, sitting up so he's almost eye level with me, but the fact that I'm sitting on his lap makes him short.

I smirk at him, his hand going up to his neck which is already starting to get a bit purple. "You did not."

"Yes I did," I say, kissing his lips again, him kissing me back, me soon moving to kiss the spot right under his jawline.

"Babe, if paps get pictures-"

"Then they have of both of us," I say as I kiss the spot again, his grip on my hips tightening as I feel a bulge under the blanket.

"You can cover it with makeup," he moans. "Mine'll fade during the concert." I smile, still kissing his neck.

"Does it seem like I care?" He then moves his head to hungrily meet my lips with his as he fists the shirt I'm sleeping in. It doesn't take long for him to slip it over my head, his hand cupping one of my breasts since I wasn't wearing a bra. So right now, both of us were just wearing out undies, Michael's hands soon sliding down to squeeze my ass slightly.

Ever since we had started having sex, it was often. Not that I minded at all, it made us closer, which I thought was impossible. And it just made it so much better when Michael would always whisper things in my ear, mostly that he loved me, his fingers intertwining with mine as we would both come down from our high, our breaths the only thing that would fill the room. Michael's skin would always radiate heat off on me, his hot breath hitting even my face or my neck, where he would then press his plump lips to my forehead. I would let my hands travel down his body, feeling his every curve and muscle, the sweat not seeming disgusting but making me smile, the feelings and memories of what we had just done filling my mind. He would always chuckle or making a comment about how cute my smile would be, both of us laughing as we were still breathing heavily.

I don't even realize that I had pulled away from Michael, catching my breath as I press our foreheads together, his face still cupped in my hands. "You okay?" Michael asks, making me open my eyes to look at him, giving him a smile.

"Never better," I whisper, our noses brushing.

"What were you thinking about?" he asks, his hands still down my underwear.

"Us. Sex," I say, feeling my cheeks heat up a bit.

"All good I hope." I smile, letting my one hand slide down his arm, him removing his own from my butt, to intertwine our fingers, both of us just look at how perfect they fit together.

"All good, definitely. I was just thinking of how you make me feel before, during and after. How our breaths fill the room, how your warmness warms my already warm body, how your skin and muscles feels as I slide my hands over them," I say, our hands still intertwined as I let my other hand slide over the skin of his chest, my eyes following, Michael's eyes focused on me. "How I can feel the twitching when you move, how your breath feels on either my face or my neck, depending on where your head is. How your lips would feel after roughly kissing at times, but yet to passionate." My fingertips were now feeling on his bottom lip, my eyes focused on his lips, before I let my eyes meet his.