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Michael couldn’t believe himself. Why is it every time he does stuff like this with you, his body reacts so sensitively and makes him cum in his pants like some pathetic teenage boy? It’s every time, seriously. He wishes he could fix it but, he can’t help it. You just feel.. too good.

Soft noises of lips touching consistently emanated in the room. You’ve been going for a hot minute now, jaw slowly becoming taut from moving so passionately and vigorously. Saliva collecting at the corners of your lips, tongues swirling and touching every now and then, sucking on each other’s lip. You could do this for hours if you really wanted to. But, you’re hoping for a little.. more than this afterwards if you’re picking up what I’m putting down.

Michael gasps for air silently when he pulls away from your moist lips. His breath staggered. He gazes up into your eyes filled with some kind of hunger, his being big and so sweet to stare into you’ll get lost in them. Blinking rapidly for a moment while catching his breath and mouth agape, his long curled upward lashes tickle under his eye. “Oh..baby please.” He managed to get out after a pause of words not coming out of his mouth. He looked so good desperate. His large hands sat on the fat of your hips and gripped like you’d disappear if he didn’t do so. Licking his lips, he spoke again. “I need you. Can I have you, please?” He begged. “Need you s’bad, you don’t even know.” Oh but you do know. Being that of the raging boner sitting under you, jumping. You cupped his warm face. “I need you too, Michael. But, I want this t’last a little longer baby. Here, how about over the pants stuff? That’d feel good too.” You say as you put a hold on his needy cries but suggest a somewhat just as good idea. A soft thumb of yours rubs slowly over the apple of his cheek as you wait for an answer. He’s devastated, to say the least. That’s not what he wanted.

He’s practically solid in his slacks right now and knows you can feel it too. It’s throbbing and so hard to the point it’s sore even. He needs to be inside of you, but if you say over the pants stuff for now then that’s what it is. He’ll always listen to your word. Though, he’s not really happy about it, you can see it in his face and expression with the way he’s pouting right now. Lip jutting out and covered in a thin layer of shine from spit. You’d give in right here and now if you really wanted to just by looking at his eyes. They’re a weakness to you. A strong one, you’d say. You don’t get the response you were waiting for so you just speak aloud again. “..I know, Mikey. I’m sorry. But you don’t want this to last a little bit longer?” You say with persuasion in mind and give a head tilt with a look. You know he wants it to too but just with the exception that he’s in you, not that you’re grinding down on him whose dick is aching badly that it’s hurting.

“I..I do. Want it t’last. But can’t it last longer with me in you? Please mama it aches.” His voice sounds down right pathetic now. He sounds so wrecked and nothing much has happened, it’s making you soil your panties even more. His voice is also another weakness of yours. Hell, all of his traits are. But can you really blame yourself? I wouldn’t. “Michael..” you say gently but it holds a tone underneath that says ‘don’t make me repeat myself’ in the way that means what you said was final. Period. Nothing you can do to stop it. He heard the tone, loud and clear actually, and it made him pout even more. Full eyebrows curved upwards in a glumly manner. Your heart ached slightly at his cute face, but you held on to your words and put ten toes down behind your word. To make him feel a bit better, you hold his face in your palms and kiss all over his lips, mumbling soft sorry’s and promises of how you’ll make him feel good. You back up your said promises by gradually letting your hips move forward and backwards in his lap. Your clothed pussy lining up with his pulsing dick made it much worse for him but at the same time better. Because for one, you’re letting him get friction of any sort from you and two, he’s not able to be stuffed in you. So yeah, bad and good.

Michael is letting out salacious moans with every hump you make, which also makes you let out some moans of your own. Even while you’re torturing him, you still feel good while doing it. Slick collects in your panties and bleeds through the fabric to make a wet spot on the gusset of it. Your palms on his shoulders and your fingers digging into them as you make movements. His hands go up to your hips to ground him and his forehead is press against your collarbone. You bring up a hand from gripping his shirt and curl your digits in his hair. On his end, he’s absolutely losing his mind. Eyes closed and brows furrowed in immense concentration to not bust in his slacks. Don’t do it, wait. You can’t cum yet it’s way too soon—it’s pathetic of you to do so this soon. Don’t do it, not like the over times you did it. He said to himself, giving a pep talk essentially. His breathing was heavy and fast, as if he ran for a long distance. All you could think of was how amazed you were at his state of condition because you effectively him so heavily. You were proud at yourself, grabbing up a good man before anyone else could. He pays for everything and anything you want and is a mess for you in bed? What more could you ask for, really? You get real close to his ear and talk to him in a racy tone. “You feelin’ good, Mikey? You sound a little out of breath. You okay?” If teasing was something that could kill, he’d be dead. Whenever your voice gets to that specific point, it’s melts him like chocolate on a scorching day. He’ll forever get worked up just from your voice. He loves it.

Michael lets out a noise of pleasure as an answer to your questions. You knew he couldn’t even answer right now with the way you’re talking and grinding so viciously on his lap. He’s too far gone and in the clouds now, you don’t think he’s coming back down anytime soon.

After a few minutes pass of continuous moaning and soft praise, he starts his babbling again. “I—oh—baby, I can’t-I can’t hold it..It’s too much now—” his words slur and blend together as he talks with hast. He drags out some of the words in his broken up sentence. Perspiration is collected at his hairline and his tight ‘fro is dripping with it. His body is on fire, feeling like someone lit a match and threw it in his lower abdomen. The band of climax snapped after trying to hold it in for as long as he could. With a soft cry of protest, he soils his pants.

A warm patch of wetness is started in the middle of the crotch section of them. You stop your sweet anguish by stilling your hips and peek down where you’re touching. Smiling to yourself at the cum stained slacks. He heaved slowly but faster than normal as he comes down from his high. “It hasn’t even been five minutes.” You sounded almost astonished at the fact. He lets out a disappointed whine and throws his head back against the couch cushion head rest. Droplets of sweat glide over his exposed neck.

“I’m sorry Tink’, I really am—I tried to stop myself, honest. I wanted t’last because you said you wanted this to go on a bit longer.” Before he could go on with his explanation, you kiss him. Real sloppy too, just to stop his nonsense.

“Mikey, you don’t have to be sorry, it’s okay. I like it actually, lets me know that I still got it.” You giggle at your own speaking and he looks at you with an upturned eyebrow. “Whaddya mean ‘still got it?’ You’re not old.” You suck your teeth and wave him off saying it was only a joke. A couple seconds go by without talking before you get sparked with an idea. You play it off as a continuation of your previous talking.

“Besides, you cumming in your pants only means I get to lick it off you, doesn’t it?” You lean close when you said that, and it immediately got him stiff once again.

You were gonna kill him someday with that mouth of yours. Figuratively and literally.

It’s been a couple months since you started your secret with Michael. I know that sounds bad but it’s only been 2. Well.. that is kinda bad. Pretty bad.

You feel kinda bad about sneaking around with your friend’s little brother, a pit in your stomach emerges whenever you think about it. But it’s not like it’s really a horrible thing, it’s just the fact you’re keeping it a secret which is a problem. You’ll tell her one day, you’re sure of it. You don’t want it to be months since you’ve started your relationship with him to tell her. Hell, you can tell her in the morning. But for now.. you’re a bit occupied.

Soft sounds fall from your lips as they make quick, wet noises from kissing. You’re sat on Michael’s lap, his big hands perched on your hips as he holds you steady. Your hands are placed on his neck as you soothingly rub circles on a pulse point with one hand, and the other in his tight coils at the nape of his neck where his hair begins. “I’ve missed you.. missed your touch.” He whispered in the kiss before pressing another one hotly on your lips. Your nose’s occasionally touching, the eagerness to make out making you not mind the touch.

“It’s only been a day, Mikey.” You say back with a teasing grin, glad he’s far gone in you. He’s wrapped around your finger happily. “I know but, a man can’t miss his lady? And you do miss me too?” He countered.

“I’m not your lady yet, and of course I missed you.”

“I know…”

He almost sounded defeated when he said that. Though, he respected your wish of becoming official once you tell Latoya about.. this. But he’ll still refer to you as his lady in private, because that’s what you were to him. And he’ll say it proudly once you finally tell her—wear it out, even.

You pull away from his face and cup a soft cheek of his. His eyes round and doe, looking almost sad. “Mikey..” you call worried. The look on his face made you a bit nervous, so you try to cheer him up. “I was thinking ‘bout telling her tomorrow morning, if that’ll make you feel better?” You say with a bit of hope. Not wanting to ruin the mood that was becoming. He looks up at you and he could barely hide his smile. “Really, Tink’? You’ll do it?” His voice also sounded hopeful. You nod at him and give a closed lipped smile, which he gives back with teeth. Once that soft moment was over, you press a deep kiss on his lips before pulling back and whispering. “Now, where were we?”

His cheeks get warm at your salacious tone, and pulls you closer to his chest. Your hands find their way back to his hair and massage tenderly. He calls out to you. “Tink’..I uh, I wanna do something different. I wanna.. go all the way. I’m ready, if you are.” He said quietly, nervousness clear in his voice. He looks up at you with those sweet, Bambi eyes. You felt your core throb and immediately say yes. Happy you’re both on the same page. “I’m ready too.. do what you want, Mikey.” You say in his ear, giving access. He swallows then nodded. Heart pumping against his rib cage as he mentally prepared himself. Mumbling a soft ‘ok.’

He placed you onto the pillows gently, the refreshing temperature of them cooling your heated skin, kissing a trail down your neck. His kisses were slow, sweet, and warm. Oh so incredibly warm. It was an amazing sensation.

He made his way slowly to where your silk sleepwear tank top started. His lips brushed the lace, before his hands began rubbing on your waist then reaching for your tank top’s hem. “Lift your arms, mama.” He whispered and you obliged happily. He pulls up the piece of clothing and let it meet the side of the bed. His lip was bitten between his pearly whites as he stared at your naked breasts. You didn’t have on a bra, because who wears those to sleep?

“Touch me, Mikey. Anywhere you want.” You say in a sultry manner. He accepts the offer fast and cups your breasts with care. His hands practically swallow the plush skin, kneading and rubbing them. His index fingers play with your nipples and it makes you twitch. He takes one in his mouth and sucks with pleasure. With one hand free, he takes the opportunity to slide your panties and shorts down. They meet the carpet. You spread your legs when you feel a hand gripping your inner thigh, as if it was a signal to open them.

He unlatched his mouth from you and looked down at your sopping pussy. Some parts of your inner thighs were wet with your arousal. Your slit covered in it, and your entrance clenched around nothing at the cool temperature hitting your thermal area. If you were quiet enough, you could hear it, which is down right filthy. Your pussy was a mess.

“Oh God…you’re dripping.” He rasped, his voice making you even more soaked. “Can I touch here?” He asked softly. You nod with haste. “Say it, mama.” “Yes, Mikey. Please.”

Granting your plea, he flicks a long, bony finger up your slit and stops at your crux. You twitch again at the touch and let out a tight lipped moan that was supposed to stay quiet but failed miserably. “Shhh…” he chides. He brings another finger to accompany the loner one and rubs precise, tight figure 8’s on your clit. You hump up into his fingers as he works you. He mumbled soft praises while kissing over your shoulders and neck. The touch goes away after a minute or so, because he travels down your body, mouth watering and eager to lick at you. Though, you see him and stop him. He frowns.

“Why y’stopping me?” His lip was slightly pouty, but his thoughts seem to tell him you don’t like being eaten out, so he fixes his face. You see the gears move in his head. “You don’t like being eaten out?” He asks, think about how he should’ve asked. “No, no. I do Mikey but, I need you in me.. please. You can do it another time.” You reassured. He nods at your words and his shoulders relax. He sticks the slicked fingertips on his hand, reveling in the taste of you, before he removes his sleep shorts and keeping his shirt on. His length springs out the material that confined it, slapping against the shirt fabric then bobbing until it stayed still. You gulp down to spit that sat in your mouth, practically drooling over his size. He was perfect: a nice 6 inches, slightly thick in girth, tight balls, and a patch of dark curls planted on his pubic area. A small trail went up below his belly button.

You sit up and bring a hand to wrap around it. Slowly stroking, you look up at Michael who’s trying to conceal moans of his own. “Mama..” he calls. “I thought you—oh..— wanted me inside.” You say something quick like “I do, just wanna feel you.”, and say teasing words about how he’s the perfect size and he’ll fill you up good. His cheeks are balmy now for sure. Once you stop your torture, not stroking him enough to make him cum, you kiss his tip and smile when he whimpers at that. “Y’got condoms? Any of your brothers give you some?” You ask and tilt your head onto your shoulder. He blinks out his trance of staring at your naked body and nods. “Y-Yes. Yes, I do.” He leaned over the side of the bed to reach his bedside drawer. He had to lean over you a bit so you were squished under his weight a bit, not that you minded. He grabbed a square foil pack from the box in the drawer and grabbed something else you didn’t see. When he brought himself back up, he pecked your lips then your cheek, the cute gesture making you smile unintentionally.

You see he has a bottle in his hand, the liquid inside of it clear, so you guess it’s lube. You ask about it. “They give you that too?” Nodding your chin up at the bottle in his hand. He looks down at it then nods. “Yeah.. I can’t believe they just have bottles of this sittin’ around. They’re so dirty.” He said cringing a bit. Shaking the thoughts of how nasty his brothers were. You see his expression and giggled a bit.

“As if you’re not about to do the same thing they get into.” You replied with an eyebrow raise. He sighs and nods. “I know..”

He opens the bottle and pours a generous amount in his palm and wraps his hand around his dick. He hissed at the coldness of it as he coated himself. After he applied it, he wiped his hand on his discarded shorts and then tore open the condom packet. It rolled on with ease thanks to the lube. “How’d you know to do that? You messing with someone else?” You say in feign shock, knowing you’re the only one. He panicked internally at your tone, not catching on it’s fake.

“No, no. I’d never. I’m still a virgin I promise. You’re the only one.” His round eyes got even bigger in worry and he looked so pretty. “I’m kidding, Mikey. I know.” He sighed softly and you let out a giggle again. He was so gullible when it came to you. ”Come take my spot, I wanna ride you.” You say straight up. Always so forward with what you wanted. He did what you asked him to do and sat up against the pillows. You straddle his hips and you’re directly above his rock hard dick. It waits underneath you, twitching and throbbing because Michael’s staring at your pussy once again. You knew you should’ve let him finger you, but with the way you’ve been dripping, you definitely don’t need the prep. You line yourself up and place your hands on his clothed chest and sink down smoothly, both of you in unison quietly moan. You kept going until he bottomed out inside you and his head went back until he was against the headboard. You wrapped your arms around his neck and clenched around him like a vise. He did exactly what you told he’d do. Fill you up so well. So well.

You accommodate around his length before you started moving your hips. You mixed between bouncing and grinding, gliding around the latex easily. He held your hips with a maddening grip, sometimes going down further and squeezing your ass, fingertips digging into your skin.

Wet, slick sounds punched through the quiet room as moonlight peaked through his curtains. The light shined over your conjoined bodies. Watered down moans came out each of your mouths, trying to suppress how good you’re feeling. He hit the right spots over and over again. Your inner thighs and his pelvis were saturated in your arousal. It made it very easy for him to thrust in and out of you.

You move your head from its spot in his neck and gaze over his face. He was so far gone. Sweat started at his forehead and he was breathing hard. In his mind he was trying not to cum so fast, but you feel too good. Way too good. He couldn’t take it. So, he planted his feet on the mattress and bucked up into you rapidly. Arms putting you in a bear hug. You almost cried out at the sudden change of pace. You sit in his arms limp, eyes almost reaching behind your eyelids. You bit your lip so hard you began tasting the metallic of your blood. You let out soft whimpers with each maniac thrust he put into you. You were also far gone. Both of you drunk on each other.

“M-Mikey.. oh fuck-” you curse pathetically. Your lower abdomen churned into a hot knot. You were getting close, really close. “I’m gonna cum soon-” you warn between sounds. He gently shushed you, hoping you two won’t wake anyone being how dead silent the estate is. “Me too, mama.. h-hold on.” He groaned in your ear. That made you clench around him and the effect of it made him moan into your neck.

You two were feeble in the state you became of. It was almost plausible, the whining mess you’re in.

A few uncoordinated thrusts later, you both came hard. You gushed down the latex around him and he filled it with hot spurts. You lay in silence for a while, bodies sheathed in a layer of balmy sweat.

In comforting silence you basked in each other’s presence, coming down from the high you were just at. He rubbed a hand over your back and you played in his hair, dozing off.

You knew you were in for an earful of LaToya in the morning about where you’ve been because you’re definitely not getting up from Michael’s bed anytime soon. But oh well, you’re right where you wanna be.

The day has came to an end, it’s night outside now. Today was.. busy to say the least. Your muscles were aching from moving around so much. Walking places, carrying things. It strained your body. But luckily for you, you have an amazing husband who treated you to a hot bath with as much bubbles you could ever want, and epsom salt for relaxation. He himself also had a tiring day in the studio and needed this too. Which is why now, we’re in the present. You were laid back on his warm, wet chest. Your body submerged into the water with him supporting you behind. His hair tickled you as he helps himself to your neck, pressing sweet kisses all over your shoulder he picked to love on. His long arms wrapped around you snug, making you feel secure in his touch. “You didn’t tell me about your day yet.. how’d it go.” He questioned softly, his breath fanning over your moist skin from the bath. Your muscles were slowly starting to breathe from being tight and sore.

“Well, isn’t the whole reason we’re in here is because of the day I had?” “Yes, but.. I wanna know some details if you’d let me.” He tried to rationalize. His large hands rub over your torso soothingly, massaging your skin. He still kisses over your nape, shoulder, behind your ear, and wherever he can get to. You start explaining how your boss was being a dick, nagging and fussing at you for something you had no control over. “And then he said, “I thought I was really doing something when picking you to be hired, but I guess I was dead wrong.” What would possess him to possibly say that to me? I told him I did what I could but that’s never enough for the son of a bitch.” You grumble. You were getting pissed off just by telling the story. “I wanted to break down and cry when my boss said that to me because I already had a long fucking day at the office. I had to bring these filing cabinets to the 5th floor and they were at least over twenty pounds each. I messed up my coffee three damn times and didn’t even want it anymore when I got it right the fourth time. And then this woman-”

You got stopped in your tracks of ranting about your fucked up day. Michael had his hands palming your breasts. His fingers swallowed them in his grasp. He reached some digits down to play with your nipples softly, his face behind you was stretching a grin over it. Knowing he was gonna get a noise out of you. It’s been a while since you’ve had intimacy, a few weeks. Maybe that can help relax your mind, take your head off things. That’s what you need.

“Mikey..” you gasp. He hums softly. You can hear his smirk. “I thought you wanted me to tell you about what happened today.” You were halfway not caring and halfway glad he’s trying to ease you down. “You don’t have to do that anymore, darling. I’ve heard enough. You need this..” the last part he whispered so sultry in your ear. Your body shivered a bit. You nod, and that’s all the permission he needed before gently manhandling you like it’s nothing. He flipped your body around so your front is facing him. He sits you on his lap properly, his dick half hard under you. You were placed directly on it, it going between your folds. You cup his face and tilt his head up to make eye contact with you. You mumble a soft ‘thank you’ in advance before bringing your lips to his. The taste of his lips was always enticing to you: minty, and soft and sweet from his chapstick. The kiss holds for a moment before you two pull back, then going in for more hungrily. Quiet sounds come from your mouths as water slushes around in the brown marble tub. Your hands tangle in his hair as you press up against him. Pebbled nipples brushing his chest and even his own as you slowly start to grind on his lap. His erection sliding through your lips. He keeps steady hands on your hips and guides you.

You two kiss for so long the water turns lukewarm, but that doesn’t change anything.

“Hop up here, mama.” He whispered against your lips before giving you another sloppy, passionate kiss. You do as he asked and sit on the edge of the tub, the coldness of it stings on your butt and thighs. Your calves and feet still in the water.

Michael scoots over to your legs while still sitting in the water. He pushes apart your knees and hikes up a leg to the point where your thigh is to your chest, and you’re spread open for him to take in. “Let me take your mind off things, okay?” He says gently. You nod at his words and twirl a piece of curl over his forehead, then slide your hand over his cheek and cup it. “Touch me, Mikey. Make me feel good like you always do.” You say with a smile and he cheeses back. You share a kiss before he goes down on you.

He rubs a thigh as he slowly kisses in the crevices of your inner thighs, teasing you. Giving you touch like you asked but not giving you what you exactly want. But he cuts the playfulness off and licks a balmy line up your slit. You gasp softly and put a hand in the back of his hair, towards the nape of his neck. You watch him like a hawk as he slurps and sucks. Kitten licking your clit occasionally and latching onto it to hear your sounds and praise. Your core felt on fire almost at his intoxicating touch. The build up of your orgasm coming rapidly and the tightness hitting you all at once. “Mikey, I’m gonna cum soon..” you managed to get out. He hums against your crux and the sound vibrates. That was the last straw and you throw your head back, your release spilling out of you and right on top of his eager tongue. He groaned at the taste of you and lapped at you happily. Your toes curled from the overstimulation, but it felt so good. When he was done with his cleaning of you, he pulls back. His mouth covering in a creamy ring which he licked at staring into your eyes. His wide, Bambi eyes always get you. He stands up from the water and the droplets on his body trickle down him with every movement he took. He reached out a hand for you to take, which you do. “C’mon.. I’ll show you a better time in bed.” He murmured, already taking you two out of the tub and grabbing your towels. When you dried off, he dropped your said towels and picked you up bridal style to the bedroom just behind the bathroom door. You were in for a long night, but you’re not complaining. Not at all.

Michael couldn’t stop filming you the whole time he had his camera in his hand.

You and him were out on a ‘just because’ trip. Not for an event, not for anything. Just a vacation you two wanted and needed. You were standing on the wooden balcony, looking out to the pale, dark blue sea with tall trees surrounding it. It was a chilly and windy morning, the sky was cloudy and grey but the whole landscape looked beautiful still. It was peaceful in a way since it was so quiet. You silently take it in, enjoying your time here, when you hear a ‘click!’. You turn to where the sound came from, and of course, it’s no other than Michael with the camera in his hand smiling.

“Michael..put the camera down.” You say with feigned annoyance. Yes you were a bit peeved with all the filming and pictures, but you knew he meant no harm. All he wanted was to capture this trip in his camera, but especially capture pictures of his pretty lady. You were just so breathtaking to him. “Why?..I just want some pictures of you. Y’know, for memories.” He reasons. You stare at him blankly but he’s not paying attention. He clicks a button on the camera and a red light blinks on, showing he’s recording. You instantly suck your teeth and look away from the camera. “Mama, look here.” “Mmh-mmh.” “Why not? Stop bein’ sour I just wanna keep memories—is that so bad?” He says teasingly with that shit-eating smirk which makes you break a smile. “See, see I knew you weren’t that upset at me. You usually like the camera.” He walks a bit closer to you. You look at him. “I do like the camera, only when it hasn’t been on me for the past 20 minutes.” You retort. He tries to reason again. “Well because you look wonderful in your outfit today, I couldn’t help myself. Now could you please smile, mama?” He asks.

You huff then turn to the camera and smile while tilting your head. “Is this better?” You ask through your teeth, holding the smile for a second longer before wiping it off. He giggles behind the camera at your antics. “Alright, alright I’ll turn it off. But gimme kiss.” He says the last part softly. As much as you were slightly ticked off by his insistence with the camera, you lean over the camera and make it record the floor then give him a soft kiss on his lips.

Later in the day, around lunch time, you were getting dressed to go to an ornate restaurant Michael had picked out. You were dressed in one of the many dresses you had with matching jewelry and a updo that was done to perfection. You were touching up some makeup on your face when your focus goes to the figure standing behind you in the mirror, holding that damned camera again. You turn around.

“Michael.” You warn.

“But you look real good. I just wanted a few pictures, is that alright?” He actually sounded genuine. You decide to hold in your lecture about the camera and give an ‘okay’. “Let me fix my makeup then you can take as much pictures as you want.” You say as you flick up the mascara wand on your lash. “You look good enough mama, I don’t think you need makeup.”

That makes you smile to yourself and you put the mascara away. You motion for him to come here and he does just that without hesitation.

Turning to him, you put his chin between your thumb and index and press a big lipstick kiss on his cheek, leaving a stain. When you pull back to look at him, he’s smiling like an idiot.

“Now you can take your pictures.”

You were laid out on his pale blue comforter, thermal kisses press against your neck as he kisses up it then down. His hands gently traveled over your torso while your arms are around his neck to hold him in place. He pulls back from his spot in your neck and looks at you with precious, round eyes.

“Mama, can we try something..a little different this time? It’s not anything crazy, I promise.” He whispered while looking at you hopeful.

“What is it, Mikey?”

“Could I record us on my camera?..I’ll set it up on my dresser so it doesn’t get in the way.” His tone slightly hinted at how long he’s been thinking about this. He wanted to capture the way you sounded when he showered you in love on some nights like this one, where things lead to sex.

You look at him and your cheeks get warm. You never thought of recording yourself before, but he opened a new light in your head when he said it. You nod quickly after a moment and he smiled with such enthusiasm. You didn’t trust yourself to speak.

He moves away from you fully to get up and grab his camera from his desk and he turns it on. He checks the battery and some other things over before clicking a button and a red dot shows on the front of the camera. He mumbles something soft like ‘alright..’ , and puts the camera on his dresser.

He points it towards the bed then speaks to you in his careful tone he always uses with you. “Can you wave f’me, mama? Wanna see if it catches everything.”

You do what he asked and waved at the camera and he smiled. “So pretty..” he says in admiring which makes you give a shy grin.

He moves back to the bed after doing another look over at everything on the camera, wanting it to be perfect. Maybe he can even look back on this recording when he’s on tour…he’ll definitely do that.

He goes back to being over you, hands planted on each side of your head. He leans down to give you soft kisses on the lips. “It’s recording.” He mumbles into your lips.

You nod before pulling him back in for a few more kisses. You let the last one have longevity then pull away. “Help me with my shirt, Mikey.” You murmured and he sits on his legs and reaches for your shirt’s hem.

“Lift your arms, baby.” He says and you put them up. The shirt comes up and over your head then meets his carpet. You’re left in your bra and jeans. He takes off your bra too, but not before he looks at you for permission. You nod and he goes forward with unclasping it.

When that piece of clothing also meets his floor he sighs in awe. “You really are beautiful..” he said in disbelief. You look away from his face in embarrassment. But that immediately fades when he cups your warm breasts tenderly. He massaged them in circles and flicked over the nipples with his thumbs.

You let out a supple moan and he looked at your face instantly, wanting to take in your face twisted in pleasure. “You like that?” He asked. That got him a nod and he bent down to take one into his mouth.

The sudden feel of hotness and his tongue on you made you silently gasp. You put a hand on the back of his neck and into his soft ‘fro. You fidget with the curls at the hairline gently while he latched and licked at you.

He let out sounds of his own at the taste of you. You always wondered what your breasts taste like, but that’s a conversation starter for another day. He switched the breast in his mouth and pinched and rolled at the nipple from the previous one. It went on for a couple of minutes, then he pulled away once he was satisfied.

“Can I take your pants off, mama?” His hand rubbed over your hip while waiting for permission, ever the gentleman.

You nod as always, never not saying yes.

His hands are fast and go to unbutton and unzip your jeans. His tugs them off with your panties and tosses them, making a quick ‘clank!’ on the floor. He spreads your legs to showcase yourself to him, and you’re sodden.

Your slit making sound that you could hear if you’re quiet enough. Your entrance gripping at air from the cooler temperature now hitting your pussy. You were perfect. He couldn’t wait to taste you.

He shifts off the bed and makes way to his knees at the edge of the front of the bed, wanting the angle to be good on the camera. He scoots you to the edge and spreads you again and bit his lip. “This okay?..” he asked when realizing he’s so eager to lick at you that he hadn’t even thought of permission from you yet. But you say yes in a hushed tone anyway.

You moan when his tongue drags up your slit to your clit and sucks. He was sloppy when it comes to eating you out. His tongue everywhere, spit and your arousal mixed so much you wouldn’t be able to tell the difference, his chin drenched. He was in the clouds. Your state wasn’t much different.

Your eyebrows knitted together so tight it hurt, your eyes fading in and out of focus, your moans switching between being loud and being soft depending on what spot he hit, the nerves in your clit on fire but in the good way. You were getting close to cumming and he hasn’t been down there for more than 5 minutes. His mouth was magic.

“Mikey..” you call, your tone warning that you might be getting close.

“I know mama, I know. I’ll get you there, promise. Keep looking and sounding pretty. I wanna hear you when I watch it back.” He said relaxed, his focus going straight back to your clit to suck for at least ten seconds before popping off of it.

When he stuck his tongue inside you, you almost yelled out. He stuck it as far as his anatomy would let him and moved it around as much as he could too.

You carefully grip the front of his ‘fro as your toes curled inward. You humped his tongue gently and he gladly accepted your advances. He moved it in and out slowly, soft squelching filled the room.

“Mikey I’m—” you cut yourself off with your orgasm. The fluid gushing out and on his tongue that’s stuck deep in you. He hums at your taste and the sound vibrates, making you whine from the overstimulation from just cumming. He lapped you up greedily until there was nothing left. You let out a breath you didn’t think you were holding in and he got up from his spot on the floor to lay next to you.

“Was that good enough for your recording, perv?” You say teasingly with a lopsided smirk. He rolled his eyes at you and couldn’t help but smile.

“I’m a pervert for recording a tape for my girl with permission because I miss her on tour?” He says with an eyebrow raised. You scoff then face him.

“I’m joking Mikey, I know you miss me when you’re gone—you call me to tell me.” You say and put a hand on his cheek. “I know you’re joking. I can take jokes.” He says a little offended.

You give him a look and he stays quiet.

“But I enjoyed this, enjoyed you. You always know how to satisfy me.” Your smile is bright on your face and your skin glows a golden hue from his warm lamp light.

He smiles back. “I’m glad I know how now. I wanna be able to please you for as long as you’ll let me, mama.” His voice is softer now, the look in his eyes genuine.

You bring him into a long kiss for being so sweet. You pull back when you couldn’t breathe but stay close together. He wraps his arms around you snuggly and you do the same too.

The camera is still going but that’s something to worry about in a minute.

“Mikey, baby please-” you say quickly before getting pulled into other soft kiss. It’s been 10 minutes since he decided that he wanted to show you how much he missed you today by kissing you silly.

The movie “Peter Pan”, his absolute favorite that’s he’s rewatched more times than he can count on his hands, played in the back. Making background noise for you two while Michael is kissing you like he’s never have before.

“I missed you so much today angel, you don’t even know…” he says in between gentle pecks. His hands cradle your cheeks tenderly. The way he said it made you think you’ve been gone for months. “I spent all the time I was able to get in my head thinking about you in the studio.” He admits so freely, like he truly means it. Which he does.

“But I-” kiss. “I wanna watch the movie, Mikey.” Kiss kiss.

“We’ve watched it so many times, lovey. Forget about it for right now..” he countered. His focus on your lips not faltering. “Just a few more..” “It’s never a few more.” You frown that feigns upset, and he kisses it all over until it breaks and you faintly smile.

“See, you like it. I don’t know why you’re so interested in Peter Pan so much all of a sudden. How many times we’ve seen it is double digits by now.” His tone had sass to it.

“Focus on me please? We can watch another movie some other time—you don’t miss me?” He said with feigned sadness. He knew you did.

“Of course I missed you Mikey, but I thought we were supposed to watch a movie together.” Your tone also feigning sadness. You liked his idea better. The way he kisses you always felt like the first time. His way of kissing you so sweet.

“Do you really want to watch the movie?” He asked with genuine curiosity. Wondering if he should push off because maybe you do. You see his expression falter a little and you know he’s getting in his head about it.

“Mikey..” you say in a bit of worry. “No, no. I don’t have to anymore. I can always watch it again someday with you, it doesn’t have to be now.” You say softly and you give him a hopeful look, which he smiles at and mumbles a soft ‘ok’ with a smile of his own.

“C’mere.” You call.

He leans again and you cup his face and press one kiss to his soft, full lips. And another, and another, then one longer lasting kiss. You pull back and he’s in heaven. He was drunk on you already. Such an easy way to get him going.

He wears a giddy grin on his face and you giggle at it. “What? I got somethin’ on my face?” He asked jokingly, knowing exactly what you’re laughing at. “No..no you don’t.” You say between your laughing.

He looks you over softly while you try and catch your breath. He can’t believe how beautiful you are, he never will. He always thanks God every morning for you, saying you’re the best thing he’s got in life. And to him, you are.

When you’re done with your outburst of giggling and come down from your high of dopamine, you look at him and see how he’s looking at you. And it’s the look of pure love. It always is when he looks at you.

“What?” You ask softly, wondering why he’s looking at you like that.

“Nothin’..you’re just. I’m glad you’re my girl.” He finally gets out.

“Mikey..”

“I mean it. I love you..so much. And I’m glad you picked me too.” He puts a warm hand to your face and cups your chin.

“I love you too.” Your murmur softened since your lips are slightly squished together.

He faintly smiles before leaning in again and kissing you deeply. He takes his time, wanting you to feel the intimacy and intensity of the kiss, wanting to you feel his love. You two stay like that until you couldn’t hold your breath.

Pulling back at the same time, you both say the same thing.

“I love you.”

“I love you.”

You both smile together after you say the words that truly come from the heart.

He lets go of your chin and you wrap your arms around him to cuddle into his side when he turns, facing the tv. He wraps his own arms around you too. Peter Pan still plays, but he looks at you.

“You wanna watch it from the top?”

“Sure, Mikey.”

You both look at each other lovesick. He grabs the remote and rewinds the old box tv and the intro of the movie plays again.