A Twist For Pop

Chapter 14 - End Of An Era and the Beginning Of A New Chapter

Chapter 14 – End Of an Era and the Beginning of a New ChapterThe time has come for the stag and hen parties. Michael is in the spare room getting ready for his night with his friends and some of his family, whereas I'm seated in front of my dresser curling my newly streaked hair, my friend Rachel put in some light blonde highlights yesterday so my hair looks extra voluminous and glossy tonight. I've decided to wear my simple peach halter neck dress that ends just above the knees with a pair of white heeled pumps and a white clutch bag. I've also been instructed that I need to wear a 'Bride to Be' sash so I have that draped over the back of my chair. Most of my family and friends have been flown over here in Michael's jet so that they can be here in time for the wedding which is the day after tomorrow, so most of them are still at the hotel getting ready. Finally my hair is all curled and looking gorgeous, I flip it over my right shoulder and secure it in place... beautiful then I move on to my make-up. I apply a thin coat of foundation then my concealer, highlights and contouring. I fill in my brows until they look perfect then for my eye make-up I decide to lay down a base gold colour, then I add a shimmery brown to the outer corner and blend that into my crease and out to make a cat eye shape. Using a slightly darker shimmery brown I go right in the outer corner and smoke that down underneath my lower lash line before adding a hint of really light gold in the inner corner. Then to finish off the eyes I apply a winged liner with some false lashes. To finish off the look I decide to wear a clear lip gloss.Once I'm finally finished I make my way into the living room to wait for the girls to arrive and seated on the sofa is a very sexy looking Michael. His hair has been straightened so that it falls in soft waves to his shoulders and he is wearing a deep red button down shirt with black trousers and a slim black tie. I can't help myself I saunter over to him and straddle him on the sofa, he places his hands on my thighs and rubs small circles over my skin. Michael pulls away 'are you pleased to see me or something' he raises his eyebrow at me 'not as pleased as you are to see me' I whisper circling my hips over his crotch causing a small groan to escape his throat. 'Evie, if you carry on like this then we won't last until our wedding night' he gasps as I do it again 'well it's not a bad thing. We are engaged after all so it's not like it would be that much of a sin' I graze my teeth and lips down his cheek causing him to squirm beneath me. 'Our guests will be here soon' Michael mentions to which I sigh and sit up straight 'looks like we'll have to resist for just a little while longer' I wink before climbing off Michael's lap when I hear the doorbell indicating the first one of our guests is here...Hours later and myself and my group of girls are staggering about on the pavement trying to remember where we parked our minibus, we are all royally smashes, we're singing, well attempting to sing, and dancing around in the street after visiting more pubs and clubs than I can ever count. My head is spinning so much that I've got to hold onto Rachel for support but she's not much help since she's just as drunk as I am so it isn't long before we both end up falling to the floor in a heap and laughing until our sides are sore. Eventually we locate the minibus and we all pile inside then once we're safely belted up our driver Dave takes us back to our hotel which doesn't take long since it's only round the corner but trying to walk up a hill in six inch heels while drunk is almost impossible. Our hotel is a five star accommodation so we all try to look and sound sober as we walk through the foyer but within seconds Rachel falls over and we're all in hysterics trying to help her up and I can tell that the lady at the reception desk isn't impressed in the slightest.'Macintyre party' I explain to the receptionist, trying hard to pronounce my words correctly and sound as sober as I can, 'Macintyre... yes there are sixteen of you in total between four suites, is that correct' she asks typing away at her computer to which I just nod my head in acknowledgement since it's taking too much effort to speak at the minute. She looks down her nose at us as she continues to type away at her keypad for what seems like forever and as it's so quiet each click of the buttons echoes throughout the room and stabs my ear drums repeatedly. Eventually though she finally hands us our key cards and we make our way up the stairs. We have four suites available courtesy of my lovely fiancé, so we all split up into groups of four and pile into our rooms and as soon as we get inside we all kick off our shoes then collapse onto our beds and drift off to sleep too exhausted to get changed or remove our make-up.My head is pounding. I will my eyes to open but I'm fighting a losing battle, I rub them and eventually they flicker open only to be blinded by the sunlight flooding the room. I groan as I drag myself out of bed and into the bathroom, I stare at my reflection in the mirror, thank god Michael doesn't have to wake up to this mess each morning. Due to the amount of hairspray left in my hair it's pointing in some unnatural angles, my make-up is smeared all over my face making me look like a panda in drag make-up and my dress is creased and has multiple stains on it thanks to all of the inconsiderate people who kept knocking drinks over me last night.I turn on the shower and quickly strip out of my clothes before stepping into the steaming hot water. Oh that feels so good, I feel the dirt and grime rinse away and as I look down I can see the extent of the makeup swimming around my feet before it dashes down the plughole. I wash my hair then climb out and vigorously towel dry it. Ahh I feel so much better now. All the rest of the girls are still asleep, so I make my way over to the balcony wrapped in my towel and look out over the hills and the beautiful scenery.My phone buzzes in my hand almost causing me to drop it 'good morning beautiful, I hope you had a good time last night. So far I'm the only one awake; everyone else is passed out in the guest rooms and in the lounge. Any ideas what time you'll be back; and what would you like to do today? xx' it's Michael. 'Good morning. I had a great time, and I'm the only one awake too everyone else is asleep. I think I might start making my way home now, leave the girls to sleep. I'd like to spend the whole day with you just chilling out xx' I answer and almost immediately I get a response 'brilliant, I can't wait to see you and hear all about your evening. That sounds like a great idea my head is pounding so I just want to relax. Xx' this time I don't answer I just smile at my screen.Silently I creep back into the bedroom and throw on my clothes, I then scribble a note and leave it on my pillow so that the girls don't worry and wonder where I am when they wake up. Once I'm dressed and the note is positioned I leave the room and make my way outside to the awaiting taxi, 'where would you like to go sweetheart' the driver asks turning to face me 'Neverland Ranch please' I reply 'ok Never... wait isn't that where Michael Jackson lives?' he once again turns around. 'Yes it is' my tone is clipped and to the point I'm so not in the mood for small talk at the moment but the driver has other ideas. 'Man, I saw that guy in 92 on his Dangerous tour. I have never seen such an amazing guy. Seriously girl you need to go to one of his shows, you'll never regr...' 'I've seen the Dangerous tour' I interrupt willing him to be quiet.'I'd say it was the best one yet, I mean Bad was ok but man Dangerous was off the hook... what you wanna go to Neverland for anyway girl? You know him or something?' he asks, 'in fact yes I do know him, he's my fiancé' I mutter to which I'm rudely met with the driver laughing. 'Now girl you funny. Fiancé. Every girl you're age wanna be his wife, what makes you think you so special' he continues to laugh which only infuriates me more 'obviously you're incredibly ignorant as I've been in almost every newspaper for the past two years with him and it's common knowledge that we're getting married tomorrow' I hiss back to which he looks at me shocked. Finally I think I've shut him up.The rest of the journey is silent which I'm thankful for, in my hungover state I can't be doing with annoying drivers. When he pulls up outside the ranch I hand him a $10 bill not caring if it's the right amount, I climb out of the car and through the gates up to the ranch and there I see Michael standing in the doorway waiting for me. I hurry over to him and hug him tightly, oh I've missed this man. He buries his head into the crook of my neck and breathes deeply 'mmm you smell good' 'thank you, now come on let's go inside I want to get changed out of this dress' I gently push him back into the house and I make my way towards our bedroom. From the wardrobe I drag out a red sweater and a pair of jeans, I pull on the lace at the back of my neck and the dress ripples down my body and pools at my feet.I slip into some fresh underwear then slide on my jeans, I feel hands glide over my stomach and soft kisses on my shoulder blade then into the crook of my neck. I lift my arms and run them through Michael's soft curls, 'I love you' I whisper as I turn to face him uncaring of the fact I'm only wearing my jeans and a red lace bra 'and I love you too Evie, and I must say you look divine. I could stare at you all day' Michael winks playing with the back of my bra strap, 'you can look all you want but you'll have to wait until tomorrow before you can touch' I gently slap his hands away. 'Well I guess I want a better look' Michael quickly hauls me into his arms with my legs wrapped around his waist before he lowers me onto the bed with him still between my thighs. He gently runs his hand over rib cage then his lips casually follow the same path, until he arrives at my hips which he gently kisses as he pulls my jeans down slightly for easier access causing me to arch my back in pleasure. 'Michael stop' I breathe and I feel him smirk against my skin before he pulls my jeans back up then I feel his breath on my face as he softly kisses my lips. 'Sorry Evie, you're just too irresistible' Michael grins to which I playfully slap his arms, he helps me to my feet and hands me my sweater 'I think you might need that' I roll my eyes and slide it on.Michael's guests are still passed out in the living room as we walk past the door so we decide to go into the smaller living room at the other side of the house instead 'would you like a drink?' Michael asks, 'yes please' I answer so Michael nips into the kitchen to make us both a hot drink while I sit curled up on the chair with a book in my lap. After a few seconds the sun shines through the window and I'm momentarily blinded by it shining on something gold, it's coming from the cabinet so I make my way over to it; on top of a small box is a necklace of some sort. I wipe away the dust from it to reveal a gold locket with a rose made up of tiny red diamonds with a tiny green diamond stalk and next to the flower is something engraved but I can't make it out. I rub more of the dust away 'Evie' I read aloud 'I bought you that the day we first met, remember?' Michael mentions walking back into the room carrying two steaming mugs in his hands.'I do remember... I thought I'd lost it I looked everywhere, I guess I must have just left it behind when we went on tour' I can't help stare at the beautiful locket, 'I found it a few weeks after you left. I was just sat in your old room thinking about you and I noticed something gleaming next to the drawers and I found it on the floor, must have slipped down the side... I bought it down here so that I could give it you when you came back. Obviously I'd forgotten about it' Michael smiles. 'Did you think about me a lot when we were apart?' I ask, 'not a moment went by that I didn't think about you Evie' his words are so sincere. He places the mugs on the table and makes his way over to me.'But now I never have to be without you again' Michael slips his arms around me and holds me tight, 'apart from tonight when I have to go to the hotel' I smirk 'apart from tonight. But I'll be texting you all night just so that I know you're thinking about me' he jokes. 'Anyway come on let's enjoy the rest of the time we've got together before you've gotta go' Michael kisses my forehead and the two of us sit down on the sofa ready for a day of chilling out in each other's company.At around 9o'clock that night I hug Michael and climb into the car and head back towards to hotel, mine and my bridesmaids dresses are in the back of the car and the flowers are already at the hotel. As soon as we arrive my bridesmaids rush upstairs to their rooms 'would it be ok if I saw the room please' I ask the receptionist who smiles and walks around the counter until she's face to face with me. At least she seems a little bit more impressed today. She leads me through the foyer, up a staircase and into a large room where there are rows upon rows of chairs with white silk draped over them and a gold bow around the back. Between the chairs is the aisle which is a long red velvet carpet with white and pink petals already scattered. Everything looks remarkable. 'Thank you' I smile at the receptionist as the two of us walk back into the foyer; she sits back behind the counter and I make my way up the stairs. My bridesmaids are sat on the bed laughing and joking but at the moment all I want to do is have a nice long soak...An hour later I finally emerge from the bath; my bridesmaids are back in their own rooms so I'm alone in my suite. I notice my battered brown leather diary on the bedside table which I quickly grab and begin scribbling down everything that's been happening today. I sit up on the bed still wrapped in my dressing gown and turn the pages until I reach the start of the book, I read all of the extracts until I reach one... the day before I met Michael.'Dear Diary. I don't know what's happening to me, apparently I've been in a coma for three months but it feels as though I've already lived the next twenty years of my life. I went down a really bad path, I got into drugs, I drank heavily and slept around and for some reason I thought tattoos, scarification and a red pixie cut would suit me, what was I thinking! I can't believe what I'm capable of turning into but I am never going down that road. I also found out I'm the winner of a meet a celebrity competition... I don't even know who it is. Oh my god I hope it isn't somebody like Tom Jones or anyone like that, ugh that would be awful. But I guess I'll just have to wait and see, you never know it could be someone amazing like Donny Osmond, or Michael Jackson... oh. It can't be Michael... he's... gone.'My heart drops when I read the last part so I quickly turn the page to read the next extract which is the day that I met Michael.'Dear Diary. What the actual heck! The mystery celebrity is Michael Jackson. He's supposed to be dead... seriously what the hell I just can't believe it. I've dreamt about meeting him for years but I just can't believe it's actually come true I'm just so confused because yesterday I thought he was dead I watched his funer... oh crap. I watched his death in my coma. Oh my god I dreamt it. Wow.'I smile at the extract and how crazy I sound, I grab my phone and call Michael. He sounds overjoyed to hear my voice and I can feel the little butterflies fluttering around inside my stomach as I change my clothes. For two hours I speak to him but it's done nothing to clear my nerves, I'm lying in bed looking up at the chandelier on the ceiling with loads of questions swimming around in my head. Has Michael picked up his suit? Are my flowers still going to look as good tomorrow? Will everything run smoothly? Is my hair and make-up going to behave and do what it's supposed to tomorrow...?I wake with a start, what is that noise! I hear the banging again and realise it's someone knocking on my bedroom door; I groan 'come in' but pull the covers over my head. 'Come on Evie baby we need to get you looking fabulous' my eccentric friend Derek exclaims yanking the covers away from me and hauling me out of bed. He dashes out of my room only to return a few seconds later with all of my bridesmaids, who look equally as unimpressed as me, all of us are seated in a line and Derek and his team set to work on transforming us. Our hair is styled, our make-up is applied and we're all treated to manicures and pedicures, I must remember to thank Michael for all of this as he's the one who's arranged it all.The moment we're all glammed up Derek steps out of the room so that we can all get into our dresses, his group of girls help lace up our corsets. I stand on a raised platform in front of a mirror but at the minute it's covered up so that I can't see the finished result yet but after a few minutes I'm in my dress so the cloth covering the mirror is pulled back. Holy hell, is that me? All I see is the phenomenal lace gown and the silk veil that flows down my back and trails behind me. I can't believe that's me.'Come on Evie, time to go' Rachel mentions holding up my bouquet of white lilies and red roses. I follow her down the stairs and into the foyer; everyone else is already inside the room being seated. The photographer is waiting at the bottom of the stairs and asks us to pose for just a few moments, after a while the photos are done and I pace the floor outside nervous out of my mind. Does Michael feel this nervous? Rachel smiles at me and gently rubs my arms 'hey everything will be fine, you're getting married not being executed' I smirk back, she always knows exactly what to say. 'Anyway come on your dad's here' she mentions pointing behind me to see my dad dressed in a grey suit with a red rose in his breast pocket.'Evie, I feel like a penguin... bloody hell fire you look beautiful' Dad grins but I just can't help laughing at his penguin comment. Eventually though I calm down and smile back at him as I thread my arm through his, my bridesmaids line up in front of me and the doors open and the music begins to play. My bridesmaids walk in first grinning and waving like idiots then my niece and nephew follow them then I take a deep breath and myself and my dad walk into the room. The smile doesn't leave my face as I walk down the aisle with my dad despite my heart beating so fast that I fear it will burst through my chest at any moment. I glance around the room and see both mine and Michael's family, both of our mums are crying. I knew that one was coming. Then my eyes lock with his... Michael stands beside the altar in a crisp white suit and a heart stopping smile on his handsome face.As I arrive at the altar, I kiss dad's cheek then give my bouquet of flowers to one of my bridesmaids, before I take Michael's hand and stand beside him at the altar ready to begin the ceremony.After a short amount of time, we are able to say our vows starting with Michael who repeats after the vicar 'I, Michael Joseph Jackson do take thee Evie Violet Macintyre, to be my friend, my lover, the mother of our children and my wife. I will be yours in times of plenty and in times of want, in times of sickness and in times of health; in times of joy and in times of sorrow, in times of failure and in times of triumph. I promise to cherish and respect you, to care and protect you, to comfort and encourage you, and stay with you for as long as we both shall live.' Michael slides the ring onto my finger, I glance down and engraved on it in cursive font is the phrase 'I will always love you' I smile up at Michael before beginning my vow 'I, Evie Violet Macintyre do take thee Michael Joseph Jackson, to be my friend, my lover, the father of our children and my husband. I will be yours in times of plenty and in times of want, in times of sickness and in times of health; in times of joy and in times of sorrow, in times of failure and in times of triumph. I promise to cherish and respect you, to care and protect you, to comfort and encourage you, and stay with you for as long as we both shall live' and with that I slide the ring onto Michael's finger. It's identical to my own but his says 'Forever as one' on it.We both turn back to face the vicar who continues with the service, but after a few minutes he concludes with 'I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss the bride.' Michael encircles his arms around my waist and kisses me sweetly while the congregation stands and applauds, as we make our way up the aisle we are showered with confetti then all of us make our way to the gardens to have the photographs taken.Michael and I stand beside the fountain laughing 'beautiful shot' I hear the cameraman enthuse as he records us, I smile then listen as the photographer directs us on how to pose. We continue to move around the gardens and pose differently for each shot for roughly twenty minutes until the photographer announces that he wants other people to join the photos. For the next hour and a half we continue to be posed, moved and altered as the photographer continues to take photographs but my favourite one, apart from all of the ones of myself and Michael together, is the one where Michael and his brothers are standing in a line and I'm lying horizontally across their outstretched arms.I'm stood back up then Michael gently takes hold of my hand and leads me towards the front of the hotel. Oh my gosh! Waiting on the road is the most stunning mahogany coloured, old fashioned styled carriage being pulled by two chocolate brown horses with black manes and tales. All along the back of the carriage are roses of various pinks, peaches and whites. I throw my arms around Michael's neck and kiss his soft lips before he pulls away and helps me into the carriage then our guest stand around the carriage and instead of being showered with confetti everyone opens their own tiny box and out flies hundreds of beautiful butterflies which soar around us before flying away while the photographer is busy snapping away to capture the perfect shot.The two of us wave at our guests as the horses begin marching away, pulling the carriage along with it. I glance at Michael with a huge grin on my face 'I can't believe we're actually married' 'well you'd better believe it Mrs Jackson because you get to spend the rest of your life with me' Michael grins back wrapping his arm around my shoulder pulling me closer to him to which I smile my response, he gently kisses me and the two of us watch as the gorgeous scenery passes us by.Twenty minutes later we arrive back at the ranch to begin the reception, almost everyone is already there and are forming a human tunnel for Michael and I to walk through as we make our way to the marquee that Michael has bought especially for the occasion. My mouth drops as I look at the inside of the marquee; it looks as though we've just stepped into a five star hotel restaurant. Hanging from the roof are large intricate chandeliers which illuminate the many tables below, each table has a champagne coloured table cloth covering it with diamantes littering the table top. Dominating the centre of each table is a large vase full of pastel coloured roses and white and pink lilies. There are many chairs surrounding each table also in the same champagne colour with a large gold bow tied around the back; but at the far end of the room is a long table with seats on one side overlooking the rest of the room which I'm guessing is for Michael and I to sit with our parents. Everywhere I look there is a soft blue light and I notice that on the ceiling there are white dots projected to make it look like the night sky, I once again turn to Michael with my mouth open but all he does is wrap his arm around me and lead me further into the room towards our designated table to sit and all eat our delicious meals.Soon after we have all finished our meals it's time for the speeches and my dad is the first one up, 'it seems like only yesterday that Evie was born, kids grow up so fast and I never thought I'd see the day when I'd be walking my baby down the aisle; but I'm glad that she's found someone who'll treat her as well as Michael will and I just hope that both of you will be happy together but no matter what happens Evie, you'll always be my little girl' I tear up as everyone claps, dad hugs me tightly then shakes Michael's hand before sitting down again. Next its Michael's brother Jermaine's turn to do his speech 'I can remember back when we were in the Jackson 5 and Mike said he would never allow himself to get married. He thought he wouldn't be able to love anyone enough and yet today he proved himself wrong. Well done Mike and may I wish you peace and happiness for the future. You've found the perfect woman in Evie and I'm happy for you' everyone claps once again and Jermaine hugs Michael then kisses my cheek before taking a seat.After a few more people complete their speeches Michael and I make our way to the stage 'Evie and I would like to thank each and every one of you for coming, but we would like to invite our moms to come up to the stage please' both my mum and Katherine hurry over to the stage and after a brief hug we present them both with a large bouquet of flowers and a solid gold necklace. 'Now we're going to cut the cake then have our slow dance and the disco will start shortly after that' Michael hands the microphone to the DJ behind us and we make our way over to the corner where our gigantic wedding cake is stationed on a large pedestal. All twelve tiers are cream coloured with patterns carved into the fondant and beautiful white and cream sugar roses decorating the sides of each tier of the cake, it looks gorgeous but had a gorgeously expensive price tag to match. Our guests crowd around us as Michael hands me a knife, he stands behind me and gently places his hand over mine, as we cut the cake everyone takes a photograph then Michael leads me onto the dance floor while everyone else takes their seats once more.Our song begins and Michael and I glide across the floor staring into each other's eyes. Oh how I love this man. I can hear him softly singing the song to me only loud enough that I can hear and it causes a huge grin to cover my face, I feel as though it's just the two of us in the room but I'm cruelly pulled out of my reverie when our guests applaud us it's only then do I realise the music has stopped. 'Right ladies and gentleman are you ready for the party to begin' the DJ shouts through the microphone followed by music blaring out of the speakers and almost instantly the floor is full of our guests dancing.Michael looks at me with lust filled eyes and half smirks at me as he leads me back into the house and to our bedroom. Once there he places his hands on the sides of my head and seizes my lips, kissing me with such passion I've never experienced before, he walks us backwards until I feel the bed behind my knees but he doesn't stop. He pushes me until I fall back onto the bed and in a heartbeat he follows me down straddling my waist and kissing me relentlessly. His lips trail kisses along my jaw, down my neck and over my chest which is raising and falling at an alarming rate, 'Michael' I breathe as he runs his hands up my sides 'Michael... our guests' I pant 'please.'He looks deep into my eyes 'I love you Mrs Evie Jackson' oh I love that smile, 'I love you to Mr Michael Jackson' I return the smile. 'I'll make a deal with you... if I can't make love to you right now, you have to let me help you out of this stunning dress' Michael runs his hands over the beading on the bodice of the gown, 'do I have any choice?' I ask 'nope not really, up' he instructs climbing off me and hauling me to my feet. Then with expert precision he pulls the laces at the back of the gown and it pools at my feet, I hear Michael's sharp intake of breath 'what?' I ask looking down at my body. All I'm wearing is a white corset with lace briefs and stockings and a pair of white heeled shoes. 'There is no way I'm going to be able to last the rest of the night knowing that you're wearing that' Michael's voice is low and husky. Mmm how sexy. I smirk at him, 'well you're going to have to control yourself, you aren't touching me until later on' I sashay over to the chair and lift up my new dress. It's a strapless red dress that stops just above my knees.I slip it on and I can see Michael visibly squirming as he sits on the bed. With lightning speed I dart over to him and straddle him on the bed, before he has time to react I seize his lips with my own and run my hands over his chest yanking his shirt open. 'Evie... oh god' Michael gasps as I kiss and nibble the soft skin in the crook of his neck. His hands grip my waist before he slips his hand under my skirt and massages my inner thighs; I drop my head back as he kisses my neck. 'Come on we need to go' I breathe before standing up and moving away before he can do anything more.Michael stares at me for a few seconds but after a few moments he starts getting changed into a red suit. When we're dressed we hurry back downstairs to join in with the party but by the looks of it nobodies even noticed that we weren't here. Oh well. Michael grabs my arm and propels me to the dance floor and that's where we stay for the next few hours.Eventually we say our goodbyes to our guests and climb into the limo to begin our honeymoon. I have no idea where we're going since Michael isn't telling me a thing, as we drive away from the ranch we wave at our guests. I rest my head on Michael's shoulder and he rests his hand on my leg which is now exposed thanks to my dress rising up, Michael squirms once more when he catches sight of the top of my stockings. All I do is smirk.Soon we arrive at a harbour and waiting for us is a large boat, we exit the limo and board the boat 'Mr and Mrs Jackson welcome aboard the Fair Lady. I'll be your captain Simon Lucas' the captain then shows us around the luxurious boat 'well I'll let you two settle in, if there's anything you need don't hesitate to call me' he lifts his hat in a salute then leaves.I unlock the door to our suite and walk inside, wow this is incredible. Oh my gosh the view is fantastic. There's so much space and the décor looks so expensive and beautiful. I hear a click as Michael locks the door, now that is a nice view. My husband leaning on the door with his arms folded across his chest, the top few buttons of his shirt open and his jacket removed and draped over the chair. Michael's eyes watch me as I walk around the room, a lazy smirk playing upon his lips. I know that he's mentally undressing me 'fancy a drink?' that... was not what I expected to hear. Michael makes his way to the mini bar and pulls out a bottle of champagne, he fills up two champagne flutes then hands one to me. 'Here's to a happily married life' Michael mentions holding his glass aloft, I clink my glass with his and sip the refreshing drink.'Now I think we've wasted far too much time' he whispers taking the glass from my hand and placing it on the table. He walks towards me and I instinctively move back until I feel the bed against my knees, Michael gently pushes my shoulders until I sit on the bed then he sinks to his knees in front of me and lifts my left leg, he removes my shoe and kisses all the way up my leg until he reaches the top of my stockings which he gently tugs and rolls down my leg. He repeats the process with the other leg then pulls me to my feet. He spins me around so that I'm facing the dressing table in front of the bed, I feel his breath on my neck as he tenderly kisses me, he moves my hair off my back and drapes it over my shoulder then he slowly pulls down the zipper on the back of the dress allowing it to fall to the floor.Michael rubs slow sensual circles into my shoulders then lifts my chin so that I'm looking at the mirror in front of us, 'I must say Evie, you do look divine in your lingerie but I would like to see what's underneath it all' I smirk at Michael's bluntness and stare at him through the mirror. Without taking his eyes off me I feel him unhook the catches at the back of my corset then once they are all unhooked Michael allows the garment to fall to the floor, I instantly raise my hands to cover my exposed chest but Michael just turns me around to face him and holds me flush against his body. 'Do you trust me?' he asks 'yes' I answer to which he smiles reassuringly before standing back and pulling off his own shirt, he then seizes my hands and edges them away from my chest.Soft kisses are trailed down my neck and Michael once again lowers me onto the bed, our warm bodies pressed up against each other as we kiss. With agonising slowness Michael's hand roams freely over my chest, massaging my breasts with his soft strong hands, his mouth then takes the same leisurely path and he gently sucks on one nipple then the other, each time making my back arch in pleasure.While his mouth pleasures my breasts his hand makes its way to my thighs, he runs his hands along my legs and over my underwear before slipping them to one side and massaging my clitoris. I almost scream out in pleasure but Michael silences me with a swift kiss. His rhythm is relentless and it doesn't take long before I feel a tight sensation in the pit of my stomach, Michael's fingers pick up their speed and soon my body unwinds as my orgasm rips through me causing me to scream out in pleasure. Michael softly kisses my lips as I come back from my high, 'I love you' I whisper 'I love you too. Are you ready?' he asks to which I nod my head.Within seconds Michael has removed the rest of our clothes, he hovers over me and I slowly part my thighs. Well this is it, no going back now. Although Michael fumbles for a few seconds it doesn't take him long to penetrate me but when he does I hiss out in pain as he tears through my virginity, his thrusts are slow and gentle until the pain ebbs away then he allows himself to let go and thrust deeper and faster. Oh, this feels so good...