English Love Affair

Chapter 2

•Michael•

May 10, 2014

10:30 am

I groaned as I rolled over in bed, clutching the cream coloured sheets in my hand. Chery was curled up in a ball on the opposite side of the bed with the black duvet covering her body, her front towards me. I smiled and started to trace the outline of her thick curves under the sheets, my hands slowly inching their way to her full lips. I had a slight headache from all the shots I had last night, but I didn't fucking care. All I cared about was this beautiful red head lying in front of me sleeping peacefully with little puffs of air coming out of her slightly parted lips.

"Goodmorning," she smiled, cracking her eyes open to where I could barely see the green.

"Morning, gorgeous," I smirked, moving closer towards her and kissing her lips in a long, deep kiss. She put her hands through my hair, moaning underneath me.

"Morning sex," she smirked, "my favourite," she whispered in my ear, pushing me over and getting on top of me.

•Chery•

"Morning, gorgeous," Michael smirked, moving closer to me and pushing his plump lips onto mine in a passionate, deep kiss. My hands immediately went to his hair, pulling gently at his hair.

"Morning sex," I smirked, "my favourite," I whispered, pushing him down onto his bed and taking control, getting on top this time. He was in control all of last night and this time it was my time. I smirked as I leaned down and held my lips over his, his hands grasping my waist, his fingernails scratching my skin. I kissed down his neck and collar bones, trying to find his sweet spot. He moaned loudly as I sucked on his collar bone right below his neck. I smirked at the information I had.

"Holy fuck, Chery. Don't stop," he mumbled into the air as I went lower on his body. My hands were now shaking since I had never pleasured anyone myself, I had always been the receiver.

"Hey, you okay?" He almost whispered. I looked up at him, probably looking like a scared and lost puppy.

"I-I-uhm, I've never-" I stuttered. Michael gently grabbed my wrists in his hands, bringing them to his lips and kissing them as he looked up at me.

"It's okay, Chery. You don't have to do anything. I'm fine, really," he smiled, bringing me up so he could kiss my lips. He laid me on top of him, his arms going around my body to comfort me. A few minutes later I put my hands on his chest, helping me sit up.

"I-I want to do this." I smiled, lowering myself.

•Michael•

My eyes widened as Chery got between my thighs, her beautiful smile lighting up her face.

"Holy shit, Chery!" I moaned, shutting my eyes and letting this gorgeous girl work her wonderful magic. Suddenly she stopped, making me open my eyes and look down at her.

"What the f-"

"Don't swear," she giggled, crawling back on top of me.

•Michael•

4:15pm

"I'm bored as fuck, Michael!" Chery whined, throwing her arms around me and putting all of her weight on me. I was trying to fix the flat tire on her car and she was dressed in teal leggings along with one of my black flannel button ups. To say she looked hot was an understatement. She was a major distraction.

"Stop swearing," I smirked at her, getting her back for this morning in bed. She pouted, lightly kissing under my ear.

"I know you want me," she mumbled, scooting into my lap. I groaned, taking her hair into my hand and moving it all to one side.

"Not in a fucking pub' parking lot," I muttered, kissing her shoulder over and over. She leaned her head back onto my shoulder, snuggling up into me.

"Chery," I chuckled, "I'm not done changing your tire." She huffed, getting out of my lap, but still sitting as close as possible next to me on the pavement.

•Chery•

I watched Michael as he changed my tire, his earring swaying as he moved. I could almost feel his creamy, white skin on top of mine again, my hands running through his red hair.

"You know, I was just looking for attention last night," I mumbled, looking at my nails. Michael's head whipped around, his hands stopping all movement. I knew he had leaned closer because I could feel his hot, minty breath on my face. I still didn't look up.

"Well, I happened to be there to help you, didn't I?" His raspy breathe breathed out, causing me to gasp, looking up at him. The smirk on his face told me he loved my smart-assness.

"Mm. And you did a fucking good job," I moaned, grabbing his face with my hands and kissing him hard as I crawled into his lap.

"Mmm, fuck, baby," he groaned, his hands immediately on my bum and pushing me into his lap.

"Well, well, well. Look what we have here," someone spoke, coming around my car.