garden life

luke who. . .loves making you ride him while he lays back with his arms behind his head and a cocky little smirk on his face that shows off his dimples.

luke who. . .is especially into bondage. handcuffs, his tie, christmas lights, you name it.

luke who. . .makes you praise him, even though he's the dominant. he'll make you tell him what a good job he's doing eating you out, how big he is, what a good boy he is.

luke who. . .loves cockwarming. he'll be sitting at his desk, reviewing samples that the studio sent over and you'll be in his lap, desperate for friction, while he holds your hips firmly, letting you feel every inch of his big dick inside you.

luke who. . .loves when you're submissive, in and out of the bedroom. he loves that you feel safe enough to rely on him, and he especially likes when he fucks you so stupid that you let him make all your decisions.

luke who. . .eats it from the back

luke who. . .loves marking. whether that's him marking you or you marking him.

luke who. . .will bend you over the kitchen counter when you're trying to cook, claiming that "dinner can wait. i want dessert first."

luke who. . .loves hearing your whimpers and grunts as you readjust to his size after him being on tour for months.

luke who. . .doesn't even even wait for the underwear to be off before he's eating you out. he'll just pull them to the side.

The photo shoot this evening felt different. Michael looked so good tonight… maybe a little more than usual. While I was telling him to strike another pose, I noticed how his new style looked perfect on him. Is there anything that doesn't look good on him? I don’t think so.

He was wearing black baggy cargo pants with a dark red loose shirt, and it fit him so well. It was almost like he had found a new version of himself, and he seemed so confident in it. Maybe that’s why I’m so shy around him.

His bright new red hair brings back memories from when we were younger, when he asked me to be his photographer. We used to laugh so much that it was hard to get a good shot… except now it’s different. We barely talk anymore.

Why am I thinking about him so much? I’m supposed to be professional. Get it together, Y/N.

He now struck another pose, his soft smile shining as he looked directly into the camera. Damn, he looked good. I took a whole lot of pictures of this perfect moment. Then I noticed him looking at me instead of the camera for a few seconds. Huh… that’s unusual. He’s actually looking at me?

After a few more minutes, the shoot finally ended. I started packing my camera and other things into my bag, and then I saw him walking towards me.

“You look really good today, Y/N. Maybe I should be the one taking pictures of you,” he said with a smirk.

I couldn’t believe he just said that.

“You’re just trying to get me flustered, huh?” I muttered, trying to play it off.

“I know you don’t like compliments, Y/N… but I mean it.”

“Well… thank you. It’s nice to hear that,” I said, my cheeks blushing despite myself.

A heavy silence settled between us as our eyes stayed locked. There was something different in his gaze, something that made my heart skip and the world around us fade for a moment.

The seconds stretched on, and I almost forgot we were still in the studio, with everyone else around us.

“Anyway, I should get going. I’ll see you Monday,” I said.

“Alright, see ya,” he replied, lifting a hand in a small wave.

I grabbed my bag and walked nervously toward the exit. My cheeks were still warm from the compliment he had just given me.

I couldn’t believe it. For years, it had felt like I barely existed to him. And now, something felt different, like something had come back to life.

Maybe we could be friends again, after all.

When I stepped outside the building, it was colder than I remembered. The city was quiet, the sidewalks almost empty. The thought of Michael’s compliment mixed with the chill in the air sent goosebumps along my forearms.

I reached into my pockets to pull out my phone, scrolling for a taxi number to call. Then I heard footsteps on the sidewalk. Somehow, it made the empty city feel a little less lonely.

“Hey!” someone shouted.

I took my eyes off my phone and instantly spotted Michael’s familiar red hair. He was walking toward me, looking straight at me.

“Michael?” I said, confused.

“What are you doing out here, standing in the cold? Don’t you have your car?”

“I’m waiting for a taxi. My car’s at the garage this week,” I replied. “Don’t you have a car? Why are you still here?” I asked, genuinely curious.

He smiled slightly. “Yeah, I do. But I saw you from inside, and I’m not letting you freeze your ass off out here alone. Let me give you a ride home.”

“Alright, if you insist,” I said, amused, a smile tugging at my lips.

We walked toward his car, and I couldn’t help but notice the insanely pleasant scent of his cologne. He still wore the same one, even after all these years.

A comfortable silence settled between us. Somehow, everything felt easier when he was around.

“Aren’t you cold?” he asked, glancing at my light coat.

“A little,” I admitted. “I didn’t think it’d be this cold.”

“You haven’t changed a bit, Y/N,” he said with a smirk.

“Yeah, nothing really changed about me since you’ve known me,” I replied as we reached his car and I slid into the passenger seat. “But you… you look like you’ve changed.”

“In a good way, or…?” he asked, intrigued.

“Of course in a good way. And you know it Michael, don’t play innocent. You’ve had the biggest glow-up ever.”

Did I really just admit that? Pull it together, Y/N.

He smirked, glancing at me.

“You’re sweet. And coming from you… that actually hits different.”

Silence filled the car. Time felt like it had stopped, like it was just the two of us, suspended in that moment. He started the engine, our eyes lingering on each other a second longer than necessary, my cheeks warming once again.

“So… what song do you want to put on?” he asked, grabbing his phone.

“I don’t know,” I replied softly. “Put on your favorite song. I’m curious.”

“Alright, if you say so.”

He pressed play and started driving. I recognized the song immediately. It was his favorite. The one he used to play over and over again, so often it used to drive me crazy.

It brought me back to a time when we used to hang out after photoshoots, at least four years ago. One night, I took him to my secret rooftop in New York City. It had always been my place. Somewhere I went when I felt overwhelmed or sad. But that night, it felt right to bring him there.

We laughed at some of the photos I had taken of him, the truly terrible ones. Then we talked for hours, about how fast life was moving, about getting older, about us...

And then he played that song.

He said it was the only song he had ever considered perfect. The lyrics, the melody, the depth of it. We listened to every second in silence, my head resting on his shoulder, our legs dangling over the edge of the rooftop as the city lights flickered beneath us.

It was overwhelming.

In the best way.

“You really meant it when you said this was the perfect song, huh?” I said softly.

He glanced at me, a faint smile on his lips.

“You still remember? That night…”

“Of course I do. It feels like it was yesterday.”

“Yeah,” he said, his voice quieter. “It really was an incredible night. Honestly… one of the best of my life,” he admitted.

I laughed softly, shaking my head.

“No way. I thought you would’ve forgotten about it by now. You have such a busy life… it feels like we slowly drifted apart.”

“Yeah, things got complicated,” he said. “Tours, traveling, everything moving too fast. But I miss you, you know? I’ve been wondering how we even stopped seeing each other.”

“I don’t know,” I replied, staring out the window for a moment. “It just… happened.”

He glanced at me for a second, then back at the road.

“Why don’t you come over tonight,” he said lightly, like it was nothing. “Just us. We could talk… like we used to.”

I took a moment to think about it, letting the idea sink in. It actually sounded really nice.

“Sure… why not?” I said, a little more excited than I meant to be. “I was actually wondering if we’d ever hang out again, so… yeah. That sounds pretty nice.”

He nodded slightly, his eyes still on the road.

“You know, I thought about it a lot,” he admitted. “But I don’t know… I felt like you’d been slowly running away from me. So I wasn’t really sure you’d want that too.”

“That’s weird,” I said softly. “I thought the same thing about you.”

A small smile curved his lips.

“Maybe we’re more alike than we think,” he said, winking at me.

“Yeah… maybe,” I replied, my cheeks warming once again.

For the rest of the drive, we just let the music play. We talked about our favorite songs, artists, memories tied to certain melodies. But more than anything, I simply enjoyed being there, fully present in that moment.

I couldn’t believe I was actually going to his place. The thought made my heart race. It felt like something inside me had quietly come back to life.

Maybe I was getting a little carried away.

Whatever. It felt right.

As we got closer to his house, I caught myself stealing a glance at him for a second too long while he was driving. He just looked… too good. I couldn’t even explain it.

There was something about his aura and his presence, like a calm, familiar energy that made me feel safe and happy all at once. I honestly couldn’t think of anyone who looked better than him in that moment.

He turned into the driveway and parked the car. We both stepped out.

His house was huge and beautiful. I had never seen it before. Not this one.

We walked inside, and I was suddenly very aware of how real everything felt. My heart was calm on the outside, but quietly racing beneath my ribs.

I was stunned by the size of the place. Everything looked so clean, so put together, yet incredibly inviting. There was a pleasant smell in the air, and the lights were perfectly dimmed, giving the whole house a warm atmosphere.

“So… what do you think?” he asked, closing the door behind him.

“This is literally my dream house,” I said, my eyes wide. “That’s what I think.”

He smiled, clearly proud. “Yeah, it’s improved a little compared to the last one.”

“Yeah… I can definitely see that,” I replied, quickly slipping off my shoes.

I walked straight to the huge couch that looked way too comfortable and let myself fall onto it without thinking twice.

“Make yourself at home, Y/N,” he said, amused by my behavior, which was clearly more relaxed than it had been at the studio. “I knew you couldn’t stay shy forever. At least… not around me.”

I let out a small laugh. “Honestly, it kind of annoys me that I’m always shy at first. But with the right people, I get comfortable pretty quickly.”

“Yeah, I get that,” he said, heading toward the kitchen. “I can be like that too sometimes.”

He glanced back at me. “Do you want a drink? I’ve got red wine, if you’re up for it.”

“Sure,” I said, sitting up slightly on the couch to watch him move around the kitchen. “A glass sounds nice.”

He poured two glasses of wine and joined me on the couch. I stretched my legs along the cushions, making sure there was enough space between us for it to feel comfortable, even if my body was a little too aware of his presence.

“So… do you want to take a look at the pictures I took of you today? I swear they’re badass. You look so good in them,” I said excitedly.

“I’m not totally convinced about that, but let’s see.”

“Just wait. You’ll see,” I said confidently.

I set my glass of wine down on the table in front of us and pulled my camera out of my bag. I scrolled all the way back to the beginning of the shoot.

Michael shifted closer to me until our thighs were touching.

A sudden wave of electricity ran through my legs, sending a shiver up my spine. I tried to ignore it.

Tried.

I cleared my throat nervously, trying to stay calm, and started scrolling through the first shots.

We went through a bunch of pictures, commenting on them as we went. Sometimes we debated which ones were the best. Other times we laughed at the ones that looked completely botched because of a bad angle.

I mean… I tried.

Then I stopped on one.

“Wow… have you actually looked at this one?” I said, leaning a little closer to him. “You look incredible here. The outfit, the lighting, the expression… you don’t even have to try. You’re so photogenic.”

I realized too late that I had let my admiration slip out a little too easily.

“Okay, yeah… it looks pretty good,” he said. “But I think it only looks that good because you’re the one who took it.”

He took a sip of his wine, his eyes lifting to meet mine.

The silence between us suddenly felt loud. Very loud. I could hear my own heartbeat pounding in my chest. I didn’t know what to say.

“What?” he said softly, a small smile forming on his lips. “It’s true, Y/N. You know you’re good at it. Don’t act so shy about it.”

I smiled at his compliment and continued scrolling through the pictures. After a moment, he stopped me.

“Wait… go back to that one.”

He gently took the camera, but I didn’t move my hand away. I liked the way it felt… the way we were sitting so close together.

For a few seconds, we just stayed there in silence.

Then I felt him turn his head toward me, leaning in slightly.

I froze. My thoughts scattered instantly.

Fuck. What am I doing?

I suddenly stood up.

“Can you tell me where the bathroom is?” I asked quickly.

“It’s down the hall, on the right,” he replied, clearly confused.

“Sorry, I just need to go. It won’t be long,” I said, already rushing toward the hallway.

“No worries.”

As soon as I closed the bathroom door behind me, I leaned back against it, taking a deep breath and trying to calm myself down.

I couldn’t believe it.

After all these years of secretly being into him, we were finally getting… close. I had been craving a moment like that for so long that it almost didn’t feel real.

After using the bathroom and washing my hands, I looked at myself in the mirror.

“You got this,” I whispered to my reflection, trying to sound confident.

Then I walked back out and returned to the living room, sitting down beside him again.

“You seem tense. Is everything okay?” he asked as I took another sip of wine.

“Yeah, I’m fine. Don’t worry,” I replied casually.

“Be honest,” he said. “Why are you so nervous around me tonight? I know you, Y/N. I’ve been watching you all evening… Is something wrong?”

“I don’t know… I’m just stressed. I’ve had a rough week,” I said, obviously lying as I looked away.

He stood up and stepped in front of me. His fingers gently touched my chin, lifting my face so I had no choice but to meet his gaze.

“You don’t have to be stressed, it’s just me.” he said confidently.

Then he turned and walked toward the kitchen.

I followed him without really thinking. I didn’t know what else to do.

I just stood there, leaning against the counter, watching him grab another drink from the fridge.

“Would you like to try some white wine? Maybe it’ll help you relax a little,” he said, teasing me with a small wink.

“Sure!”

He looked at me for a second, slightly confused, before setting the bottle down on the counter beside the fridge.

Then he walked toward me, stopping right in front of me under the soft light above the counter I was leaning against.

He got close.

Really close.

“You’re still nervous,” he said quietly.

“I’m not,” I muttered.

He stepped even closer.

“You are,” he said, his eyes locked onto mine.

His hand slowly lifted to my cheek, his fingers brushing gently against my skin.

My breath caught.

His gaze dropped to my lips.

Without thinking, I did the same.

For a moment, neither of us moved.

Then he slowly leaned in.

His lips met mine, soft and warm.

The kiss was gentle at first, almost hesitant, like we were both testing whether it was real. I could still taste the wine on his lips.

After a few seconds, we pulled away slightly, our faces still only inches apart.

I looked at him, still a little breathless.

My hand moved up to rest over his, which was still cupping my cheek.

“You have no idea how long I’ve been wanting to do that,” he said quietly, a vulnerable edge in his voice.

“I thought I was the only one.” I admitted, still a little stunned by the kiss.

I leaned in again, this time more boldly, wanting to feel everything I had been craving for so long.

Then, I placed my hand on his chest and slowly slid it down his torso, tracing the hard lines of his muscles through the thin fabric of his shirt.

I stopped just above his belt, my fingers hovering over the buckle.

He broke the kiss, pulling back just enough to look me in the eyes. His gaze was filled with hunger.

Without a word, he grabbed my waist, his grip possessive and tight. He lifted me as if I weighed nothing and sat me on the counter right behind me.

He moved between my legs, claiming the space, and I felt the hard, insistent pressure of his cock growing against my inner thigh.

A soft gasp escaped my lips.

I crashed my mouth against his again. I couldn't get close enough, couldn't get enough. Everything felt overwhelming and absolutely right.

His hands were both cupping my face. Then one of his hands began a slow, deliberate descent. His fingers brushed against my collarbone, sending shivers down my spine, and continued lower, over the swell of my breast.

"Can I?" he asked.

I nodded, more than sure of myself, my body already arching into his touch.

His hand cupped my breast fully and he started to rub his thumb in slow, deliberate circles against my peaked nipple, while he slowly kissed me down my neck.

I let out a soft moan, a wave of pure pleasure washing through every inch of my body.

Then, with a surge of confidence, I lifted my shirt over my head, letting it drop to the floor, leaving me in my bra only.

He took a long look at my silhouette, his eyes dark with desire as he devoured every second he could get.

Then he moved with sudden urgency. He grabbed me firmly by my ass, while my legs and arms instinctively wrapped around him as he started walking purposefully towards his bedroom.

Shit this is really happening. Finally.

An insane swarm of butterflies erupted in my stomach. I had never felt this excited. Not ever.

I took a second burying my face into the crook of his shoulder, taking a second to breathe in the intoxicating scent of his cologne.

When we entered the room, he laid me down on his bed, his movements surprisingly gentle, a stark contrast to the hunger in his eyes.

He stopped for a moment to take a look at me. A long, desperate look from head to toe.

Michael grabbed both of my hands and placed them securely above my head. He positioned himself right above me, each of his legs on either side of my hips.

Then, he started to kiss me again. This time his tongue met mine. It was so passionate but soft at the same time, like we were both trying to savor every second that we could.

We had both been waiting for a moment like that. In this kiss, I could feel everything we had missed and all the daily tension from the studio finally melting away.

He stopped and immediately started to kiss my cheek, then my neck, my collarbone and the upper swell of my breast.

He began to suck on that last spot, clearly trying to give me a hickey.

This is going to leave a mark, that's for sure.

I could feel my underwear getting damp, the fabric soaked against my skin. I knew it was going to be a mess under there.

"I have to make sure you're mine now," Michael said, his eyes meeting mine again.

He let my hands go and stood up beside the bed while getting his shirt off.

I looked at every defined inch of his body. He was so hot, I couldn’t stop looking at him getting undressed. While he removed his belt and his pants, I didn’t even notice that my mouth was parted.

He smiled, a knowing smirk, as he noticed me devouring him with my eyes.

God, he looks so good. I can’t even... with that smile...

Everything felt so intense. I was having trouble breathing, and I could feel every heartbeat in my chest getting heavier.

I saw the large bulge in his boxers. Clearly, I wasn’t the only one aching with need.

Then, he shoved his boxers down, letting his cock emerge, thick and hard, the head already glistening with pre-cum.

Shit.

Michael moved toward me and started to remove my pants for me.

He looked at me like nothing else mattered in the world. He was devouring me in a way I had never been before. There was a pure connection between us, like this was meant to happen a long time ago.

Then, he unhooked my bra, letting my boobs free. He took another pause, just looking at me. He bit his lower lip.

"Fuck, Y/N, you’re so hot," he said, his voice thick with desperation.

He quickly removed my underwear, leaving me completely naked just like him.

After tossing my underwear aside, Michael spread my legs, which were shaking a little from all the excitement taking over my body.

He lowered his face until he was level with my inner thigh, his eyes never leaving mine.

"Would you mind?" he asked.

I shook my head no, biting my lip as I thought about what was going to happen.

He put two of his fingers into his mouth, sucking on them gently. Then, he approached me and let me open my mouth for him to put his fingers inside.

I was looking up at him, making sure to keep eye contact at all times.

I kept sucking, moving up and down a few times while using as much saliva as I could.

"Fuck, that's hot," Michael said.

I lowered my eyes just to take a look at his beautiful cock and saw it twitching from excitement, still glistening with pre-cum.

Fuck me.

Then he took his fingers out and went back between my legs.

He went directly inside with his fingers and started to curve them gently to hit the G-spot. His fingers were moving in waves with a constant rhythm.

I couldn’t stop myself from letting an abrupt moan escape.

It felt heavenly, and just as I was starting to get used to the fingering, he started to eat me out at the same time. He combined a perfect combo, alternating between licking and sucking on my clit.

I couldn’t even act normal anymore. It was THAT good. I was moaning much louder than usual, getting satisfied in every way possible, feeling everything traveling through my lower belly.

I laid my hands on his head to make sure I could feel every move he was making.

It wasn’t long after that moment that I felt myself peaking towards an orgasm.

"Michael, if you don’t stop, I’m going to cum," I said between two loud moans.

He didn’t stop, and I could feel him getting more passionate down there.

That’s when I came.

I suddenly arched my back and let out an abrupt gasp. I felt my clit twitching, still overwhelmed by the numerous sensations.

"Fuck, that was so good," I said, feeling completely drained.

"You’ve seen nothing yet," Michael said passionately kissing my thighs.

"You haven’t either," I said, getting up beside the bed.

He looked at me and smirked, his eyes hungry like he hadn't eaten in days.

"Oh yeah? How's that?"

"Sit," I said, firmly.

He obeyed and sat on the edge of the bed. I went right in front of him and got on my knees.

"I can see you aren’t shy anymore. I like it," he said, a playful smirk on his face.

At this point, I thought about nothing else but the present moment. Everything felt perfect.

He lifted my chin upward for my eyes to meet his.

"You’re so goddamn pretty."

I took his cock into my hand and started to rub the pre-cum on the tip with my thumb. Then, I stuck my tongue out and slowly licked from the bottom all the way to the top.

He moaned softly.

I felt his dick twitching on my tongue.

Then, I started to suck him very softly, making sure he could barely feel my lips around him. As I went up and down, I alternated between pressing my lips closer and then parting them.

I continued for a moment, but this time focusing just on the tip, making sure to tease him enough.

"Y/N, please... I want to feel your pretty mouth on my—Oh, fuck," he said, his eyes rolling back.

At that moment, I took him fully into my mouth. I went slowly, feeling every inch of his cock down my throat.

I made sure to use my tongue while sucking him, swirling it around the tip to stimulate him to the max.

Sometimes I tilted my head slightly to the right and to the left, varying the angle.

I noticed his breathing getting uneven. He was moaning loudly, louder than I expected him to be.

I felt a tear trickle down my thigh.

This is so goddamn hot.

Then, Michael took my hair tightly into a ponytail, making sure no strand was left. He guided me gently with his hand.

I took his free hand and placed it on one of my tits. While keeping my hand on top of his, I felt him squeezing it gently.

"Fuck, you gotta stop, I don’t want to cum yet."

"If you say so," I said, my voice barely a whisper.

My lips felt sore, glistening with saliva as I looked up at him.

"Are you ready for more?" he said with a dominant smile.

I nodded and got up from my knees, not quitting his eyes.

He got up too and kissed me once again. He cupped my face with one hand and grabbed my ass with the other.

Michael is such a good kisser, it’s insane.

I devoured every bit of his lips and tongue.

"Okay so... I gotta warn you that I kinda have a dominant kink. Would you mind if I tie your hands together and pull your hair a little?" he asked.

Gosh, this is getting even hotter.

"I wouldn’t mind at all, I’m kinda into that, actually."

"Good. I promise I won’t be too rough. You already have a lot to take in..." he said, glancing down at his cock.

"Fuck off, Michael," I said jokingly before going for another kiss.

While we were devouring each other's mouths roughly, Michael turned us around. He walked backward towards his dresser, his hands leaving me only to search inside the drawer.

He opened it and found a pair of handcuffs.

Then he took my hands, which were cupping his neck, and pulled them behind my back.

Like it was nothing, he locked them into place.

He removed his lips from mine.

"Turn around and put your knees on the bed."

I obeyed, getting on the edge of the bed as he ordered.

"I don’t think I could’ve ever imagined how insanely hot you would look under those clothes. Every day in the studio, I thought about that. Now it’s here, right in front of me," he said before slapping my ass firmly.

I let out a small gasp. The excitement couldn't be kept inside. Not at this point.

"Are you sure you can take this?" he asked.

I turned my head to the side and nodded.

That’s when he spat in his hand and started to stroke himself. With his other hand, he swirled my hair around his fist to gently pull my head backwards.

Then he got close to me; I could feel the heat of his body radiating towards me.

I suddenly felt the tip of his dick touching the entrance of my pussy. He rubbed himself, coating his cock in my wetness.

He kept his cock at the entrance, teasing me slowly, as he moved his other hand to get a grip on my handcuffs.

With one hand in my hair and the other on the handcuffs pulling me towards him, he finally let himself in.

My eyes rolled back immediately.

He thrusted heavily with an impactful rhythm. I could feel my pussy getting stretched all the way, again and again. It felt way more than amazing.

"Fuck, Y/N, you're so wet and tight," he said, sighing heavily.

I moaned in response. I couldn't even talk at this point.

Michael kept going with a systematic rhythm. Sometimes he would go slower and deeper, and other times he would go fast and make my butt clap loudly.

It felt so good and satisfying. He was fulfilling me at my highest point. Nothing has ever felt this good. It felt like he was the missing piece all along.

He kept enjoying himself inside me. At some point, he would let go of the handcuffs with his hand and would grab my waist or my tits, squeezing it firmly.

Then my ass, grabbing it or slapping it as it bounced continuously on his cock.

After a moment, he stopped.

"Alright, let's change things up a little bit," Michael said.

He got the handcuffs off of me and put them aside on the bed.

"Okay then, come here," I said, tapping on the bed beside the pillows.

"Lie down, on your back," I added.

"I see where you're going with this, I like it," he said, smirking at me with excitement.

He lay down and I went right on top of him, getting both of my knees beside his hips.

I started to kiss him really hard and felt him getting his arms around me, pulling me closer.

I felt his hands squeezing my ass tightly then slapping it.

I let out a soft moan into his mouth as I was still kissing him passionately.

Then, I stopped kissing him to lower my legs and meet his cock on my inner thigh.

I put my hands on his chest and started to thrust slowly.

It was already so slippery with my fluid covering everything.

I was sliding from front to back, making sure to feel the tip of his cock against my clit, making us both moan at the same time.

Then, I went a bit further than the tip of his dick and made him enter me easily as I pushed down.

At first, I rode him very slowly from front to back, making sure that he and I felt everything, from the tip to all the way in the deep end.

"Fuck Y/N, you gotta stop teasing me like that..." he said, trying to control himself with the overwhelmingness.

That's when I began to go up and down on him. When I got down, I made sure to push harder and faster to make a clapping noise.

It made my tits and my ass bounce all the way.

Both of us were sighing heavily, savoring it all.

He cupped my tits with both of his hands, like he was trying to keep them in place.

Then he moved one of his hands to meet my ass, grabbing and slapping it once again.

"Faster," he said impatiently.

That's when I started to go slower, teasing him once again while gazing at him.

Suddenly, he sat up, grabbed me by the waist and laid me down with him, laying me flat on his torso.

"You have no idea what you make me feel," he said while starting to thrust faster.

I was moaning loudly once again. I couldn't keep them inside, it would be impossible.

I was also hearing him, right beside my ear.

Then, I started to thrust faster with him, making my ass go up and down with a constant rhythm, making my ass jiggle intensely.

I felt his hands going again on my butt, grabbing it firmly.

"You like it, huh?" I asked.

"You goddamn right. Look at it!"

I let out a smirk through some loud sighs.

"I want you to cum on me," Michael said.

That's when we stopped thrusting.

"What? But I already came..." I responded, surprised.

"I don't give a shit, I want to feel you on me."

"If you insist," I responded while getting up, separating myself from his chest.

I began sliding slowly again, from front to back, giving me enough space to touch myself at the same time.

I started to do circles on my clit, already slippery from our fluids.

With all the excitement of the sex, I felt already edging to another orgasm.

"I want you to cum inside me," I said.

"Okay but I'm telling you, if you keep moving your hips like that, I won't last long..." he responded, gazing his eyes at my hips and my tits.

"Me neither."

He grabbed one of my tits with one of his hands.

The thought of him cumming inside me made me even more excited and I knew it wouldn't be long.

"Fuck Y/N, you feel so good, I can't keep it for much longer," Michael said.

"Oh fuck, I'm gonna cum," I responded, thrusting deeply, making my hips move drastically.

"Oh god, I'm gonna cum too," he said, looking at me directly in the eyes.

We both moaned loudly while we looked at each other, climaxing at the same time.

I noticed my legs were shaking from the overwhelming excitement.

I felt my pussy clenching on his cock while he was pulsing into me.

It took a moment before we both calmed down and then I finally let myself lay flat over him.

"How could it possibly be better than that?" Michael asked.

"I don't think it would be possible," I answered, shaking my head.

"Can you stay tonight?" Michael said.

"Of course, I wasn't planning on leaving this big ass house to you alone," I said jokingly.

He let out a little sigh, smiling to his ears.

"Also if you want to spend some mornings, afternoons, evenings or nights... Maybe it would be nice to take this relationship further," Michael admitted, still smiling softly.

"I would very much like that," I said, going for a soft kiss.