then: “y’wanna sit on my lap, angel?”

michael poses it like a question. but it really isn’t. “wha— why, mikey?” you turn your head toward him.

he flashes you a lazy, filthy grin. “just comfy, sweets,” he tells you. “nothin’ wrong with that, right?”

that’s true. most of your movie nights end up with you strewn across your best friend’s lap, body extended like you’re a lazy cat while the two of you watch the television, revelling in the feeling of michael’s big hands carressing your thighs, your sides, with slow strokes.

you don’t really answer. that guilty, sinking feeling in your eyes says enough. instead, your body obeys like it doesn’t have a choice. you’re crawling over to him without a word.

like clockwork, michael spreads his thighs wider to accommodate your heart-shaped ass right to his crotch. he leans back against the sofa, the feeling of your head tucked safely under his chin as his fingers splay over your abdomen to keep you exactly there.

“y’r a good girl, you,” he presses a light, friendly kiss to the crown of your head, and you have to do your best not to squirm from how fluttery and floaty michael’s making you feel. “that’s better, isn’t it, baby?”

the scenes of the movie playing blur into meaningless dots of colour. you’re totally out of it, but you agree wholeheartedly. “yes, mikey.”

the longer you stay here—slotted against your best friend’s chest, your ass pressing into his half-hard dick, feeling the steady rise and fall of michael’s chest—the more aware you become of how his balmy hands dig into the soft of your stomach, how his legs widened. how his hips bucked up to keep himself comfortable underneath you.

“lemme in, sweet girl,” your best friend speaks against the shell of your ear, wicked grin on his face. your whole body freezes in his hold. “michael, you can’t—”

“we’ve done it a million times before,” he interrupts, pecking the top of your head once more. that’s also true, but every time he enters you, it feels like the first time all over again. “it’s nothing bad, baby. just keepin’ me warm. you know that.”

his hand already disappears under the hem of your loose shorts. “just lift your hips f’r me, sweets.”

your body just obeys, a shaky breath leaving your lips as you feel michael’s hand push your shorts down. he frees himself just as fast. “it’s gonna be okay, baby. just me.”

he’s thick. slick. hot, as he settles you back on his lap again, shorts pathetically pooling around your ankles. his cock nudges against your thigh as a silent promise.

“look, we’re not even doing anything.” michael reassures once more.

ironically, that’s the moment he chooses to push into you. the pace is slow and sweet, yet dizzying and mind-numbing. every scrape of him inside your spongey hole has you whimpering in the tension-filled room.

your mouth is gaped open, eyes squeezed shut at his intrusion. yes, every time feels like the first time because he’s just so big. your hands claw at his wrists for leverage. “m-mike, i—”

“see, ‘m not movin’.” the noiret behind you grunts, voice strained and heavy, jaw tight. “we’re not doin’ anything— you’re just keepin’ me comfortable.”

comfortable, yes. the squelching pulse of your pussy with every passing second. you feel like a balloon, completely filled to the brim with your best friend’s cock. “okay, then.” you say in a small voice.

you feel him, sitting there, silently leaking into you as you two pretend to watch the movie you weren’t paying attention to in the first place.

the soft hum of the air conditioner was the only sound in the room, punctuated by the rhythmic thumping of her heart against her ribs. michael’s arm was draped loosely over her waist, his thumb tracing absentminded circles over the silk of her pajamas. they were both tangled in the heavy duvet, the moonlight filtering through the blinds and casting silver stripes across his messy curls.

he leaned in closer, the scent of his cologne—something woody and familiar—filling her senses as he pressed a lingering kiss to the crook of her neck. she felt a shiver run down her spine that had nothing to do with the cold. when he pulled back, his dark eyes searched hers with an intensity that made her breath hitch. he seemed to sense the shift in the air, the way she leaned into his touch instead of away.

"you okay?" he whispered, his voice low and gravelly in the quiet of the night.

she nodded, reaching up to brush a stray hair from his forehead, her fingers lingering there. "just thinking."

"about?"

"about how much i want you," she admitted, her voice barely a breath.

michael’s expression softened, a small, tender smile tugging at the corners of his lips. he moved with a slow, deliberate grace, hovering over her while keeping his weight on his elbows. his hand moved from her waist to cup her cheek, his thumb brushing over her bottom lip. he was being so careful, so attentive, as if she were something precious he was afraid of breaking.

"i want you too," he murmured, his gaze dropping to her lips before meeting her eyes again. "but we go at your pace. always."

she reached up, pulling him down for a kiss that tasted like a promise. it started slow, a gentle exploration of heat and friction, but as he pulled her closer, the rest of the world seemed to melt away, leaving only the two of them in the cocoon of the blankets.

instead of the shy nod or the hesitant smile he was used to, she surprised him. she reached up, her fingers sliding firmly into the thick curls at the nape of his neck, and pulled him down with a sudden, deliberate strength.

the kiss was nothing like their usual gentle exchanges. it was bold, hungry, and carried a level of confidence that caught him completely off guard. she didn't wait for him to lead; she claimed his lips with a desperate fervor, her tongue tracing the seam of his mouth until he arched into her. she was kissing him as if she couldn't get enough, her movements assertive and demanding.

michael’s eyes widened for a split second against her skin, his breath hitching in his throat. he noticed the way she didn't shrink back, the way her hands didn't tremble but instead gripped him with a new sense of authority. he could feel the shift in her energy—a raw, famished intensity that replaced her usual bashfulness. it was as if she had finally decided to stop holding back, and the sheer power of her confidence sent a jolt of pure electricity through his chest.

he leaned into it, his own hands tightening on her waist as he realized that tonight, the girl he usually protected was the one taking exactly what she wanted.

michael pulled back just an inch, his lips still brushing against hers, a breathless, surprised chuckle vibrating in his chest. he looked down at her, his dark eyes sparkling with a mixture of amusement and genuine heat. the usual shyness he was so accustomed to had completely vanished, replaced by a fire that left him feeling slightly lightheaded.

"wow," he murmured, a playful, lopsided grin tugging at his lips as he tightened his grip on her waist. "what's gotten into you all of a sudden? i've never seen you this... assertive."

he let out a soft, teasing hum, his nose nipping at hers as he studied the newfound confidence in her gaze. "not that i'm complaining, mind you. but you're being so bold tonight, it’s almost like you’re trying to take charge of me."

his voice was a low, melodic velvet, dripping with a lighthearted challenge. he tilted his head, watching her closely, his thumb tracing the line of her jaw as if he were trying to uncover the secret behind her sudden spark. "is there a reason you're acting so hungry for me? because you're definitely keeping me on my toes, and i’m starting to think i might have my hands full."

she didn't answer with words. instead, she let out a soft, shaky exhale and pulled him back down, her lips finding the sensitive skin of his neck. she bit down ever so slightly, a tiny nipping motion that made him groan low in his throat, before she began to trail frantic, wet kisses up toward his ear. her body was pressed flush against his, and he could feel the heat radiating off her skin, the way she seemed to be searching for every ounce of contact possible.

her hands weren't still for a second; they wandered under the hem of his shirt, her palms flat against his warm skin, moving with a restless, starving energy. she was no longer just responding to him; she was pursuing him, her movements filled with a raw, undeniable hunger that made his head spin.

michael felt his own heart hammering against his ribs like a trapped bird. the playfulness in his expression began to fade, replaced by a heavy, hooded look of realization. he caught her wrists gently, pinning them against the pillow for just a moment to force her to look at him, his own breathing coming in shallow, ragged bursts.

"hey," he whispered, his voice dropping an octave, becoming thick and serious. he searched her eyes, seeing the dark, dilated pupils and the sheer wanting written across her face. "you're really... you're really feeling this tonight, aren't you?"

he let go of her wrists, his hand sliding down to rest over her heart, feeling it mirror the frantic pace of his own. he leaned in until their foreheads were touching, his voice barely audible.

"is this what you want? do you want to go all the way tonight?"

she looked up at him, the bold fire in her eyes momentarily softening into something more vulnerable as the weight of the question hung in the air. a light flush crept up her neck and settled into her cheeks, and for a second, she looked away before meeting his gaze again with quiet resolve.

"yes," she whispered, her voice a little small and trembling, but filled with a depth of feeling that was unmistakable. she took a shallow breath, her fingers curling into the fabric of his shirt. "i’m sure, michael. i... i’ve never wanted anything more. i really want this. with you."

michael’s expression was a portrait of pure, tender devotion. even with the heat of the moment pulsing through him, his protective nature remained at the forefront. he didn't move immediately; instead, he searched her face, his thumb gently stroking her cheekbone as if he were trying to read every thought behind her eyes. he wanted to make sure there wasn't a single shred of doubt or pressure hiding in her heart.

"are you absolutely sure?" he asked, his voice low and incredibly gentle, like a velvet caress. "there’s no rush, you know. we can stop right now, or we can just keep kissing. i only want this if it’s exactly what you want, right this second."

he leaned in, his lips hovering just a fraction of an inch from hers, giving her every opportunity to back away. "i need you to be certain, okay? because your comfort means more to me than anything else in this world."

she let out a frustrated, needy whimper, her fingers tightening in his hair as she pulled his face back down toward hers. the wait was becoming unbearable, the heat in her belly coiling into a tight, desperate knot.

"yes, michael, please," she breathed out, the words tumbling out in a frantic rush. "i’m sure. i’m so sure. i’m literally begging you, stop talking and just... please."

a low, devilish chuckle vibrated in michael’s throat. he didn't move to continue; instead, he propped himself up on one elbow, looking down at her with a look of pure, playful mischief. he took his time, his eyes traveling slowly over her flushed face and her parted lips, clearly enjoying the way she was squirming beneath him.

"begging, are we?" he teased, his voice dropping into a velvety, rhythmic drawl. he leaned down, his lips ghosting over the shell of her ear, but he didn't kiss her. "and here i thought you were the shy one. i've never seen you so... impatient. what happened to that sweet, quiet girl i know?"

he trailed his fingers slowly down her side, barely touching her, just enough to make her skin prickle with anticipation. "you seem really, really desperate, sweetheart. are you really that hungry for me? because it’s kind of cute seeing you lose your cool like this."

he gave her a tiny, lingering peck on the tip of her nose, his eyes dancing with lighthearted malice. "maybe i should make you wait just a little bit longer, just to see how much more assertive you can get."

michael didn't make her wait any longer. he silenced her desperate protests by capturing her lips in a deep, languid kiss that seemed to pull the very air from her lungs. it wasn't the hurried kiss from before; this was slow, honey-thick, and incredibly thorough, his tongue dancing with hers in a way that made her head swim.

as they stayed locked together, he slowly shifted his weight, his lean body sliding over hers until he was fully draped against her, pinning her softly into the mattress. he was careful not to crush her, but the solid feel of him from chest to toe made her let out a muffled moan into his mouth.

his hands began a restless journey, roaming over her curves with a possessive but tender touch. he caressed the line of her hips, his palms sliding up over her ribs, his fingers grazing every inch of skin he could reach.

"you’re so beautiful," he murmured against her lips, his breath hot and smelling of mint. "you have no idea what you do to me when you look at me like that... so hungry, so sweet."

he broke the kiss to trail his lips down her jaw, his voice dropping into a raspy, seductive whisper that sent electricity through her veins. "i love how you feel underneath me. your skin is so soft, and you're so warm... you're perfect, you know that? absolutely perfect."

he moved his hand up to cradle her face, his thumb tracing the curve of her lower lip as he looked down at her with a gaze that was both incredibly soft and intensely dark. "i'm going to take such good care of you tonight. i promise. i'm going to show you exactly how much i love you."

the heat was becoming all-consuming, a fever that radiated from the core of her being and turned her blood into liquid fire. every place their skin met felt like a beautiful burn, and she found herself pressing closer, desperate to merge into him, to lose the boundary where she ended and he began. it was a physical hunger she had never experienced before—raw, heavy, and pulsing behind her ribs.

yet, woven through that burning desire was a sense of profound, quiet wonder. she felt like she was standing on the threshold of a vast, undiscovered world. every sensation was a revelation: the specific weight of his body pressing her into the mattress, the rough-soft texture of his fingertips, and the low, melodic vibration of his voice against her skin. it was the thrill of the unknown, a dizzying mix of adrenaline and discovery that made every second feel like a lifetime.

she looked up at him, completely entraged, and found herself utterly succumbing to his spell. the way the moonlight caught the sharp line of his jaw and the softness in his eyes made her heart ache with a fierce, overwhelming devotion. he wasn't just the man she wanted; he was her entire world in this moment, a steady anchor in the middle of this rising storm of sensation.

under the weight of his gaze and the tenderness of his touch, all her defenses simply melted away. she let herself fall, surrendering entirely to the charm he radiated, trusting him to lead her through this new territory. it was a total eclipse of the senses, where nothing existed except the heat of his body, the sweetness of his promises, and the beautiful, terrifying thrill of finally giving herself over to him.

sensing her anticipation, michael slowly pulled back, though his eyes never left hers. he moved with a deliberate, graceful rhythm, sitting up just enough to reach for the hem of his shirt. he wanted to show her there was nothing to fear, turning the simple act into a gesture of trust and vulnerability that only heightened the intimacy between them.

as he gripped the fabric and pulled the shirt over his head in one fluid motion, she felt her breath hitch in her throat. seeing him like this—the lean strength of his shoulders, the smooth expanse of his chest glowing under the soft silver moonlight—sent a fresh jolt of heat through her. he was breathtakingly beautiful, a perfect mix of power and gentleness, and the sight of him bare before her made the room feel suddenly much smaller and warmer.

he tossed the shirt aside, his gaze dropping back to her with a soft, knowing smile. he could see the way her eyes widened, the way her chest rose and fell in quick, shallow breaths as she took him in.

"you okay?" he asked, his voice a low, honeyed rasp. "you're looking at me like you want to eat me alive."

the sight of his bare skin made her impatience flare into a desperate, localized ache. she reached out, her fingers trembling slightly as she traced the line of his collarbone, her touch light but hungry. the confidence he was trying to instill in her had worked almost too well; she wasn't just comfortable anymore—elle était absolument impatiente.

she watched him, mesmerized by the play of shadows across his muscles as he moved, her mind racing with the realization that this was finally happening. she felt a surge of pride knowing that all of this—all of him—was hers in this moment, and the need to feel his skin against hers again, without any barriers, became a driving, frantic force in her mind.

"you're... you're so beautiful," she breathed out, her voice trembling with a mix of awe and pure, unfiltered desire. the words seemed to escape her before she could even think to hold them back, her eyes tracing every line of his torso with a hunger that made no effort to hide itself.

hearing her say it—seeing the genuine adoration and the raw want in her gaze—sent a visible shiver through michael. his pupils dilated until his eyes were almost entirely black, and he let out a low, shaky breath that sounded almost like a growl. her appreciation was the ultimate spark; it didn't just boost his confidence, it set his own blood on fire.

"you have no idea," he rasped, his voice thick with a new level of intensity. "you have no idea what you're doing to me right now."

he leaned back over her, capturing her lips again in a kiss that was much deeper and more possessive than the last. while his tongue tangled with hers, his hands moved with a slow, agonizingly careful precision. he reached for the first button of her pajama shirt, his fingers brushing against her skin, sending sparks dancing across her nerves.

one by one, he undid them, his eyes locked onto hers every time a new inch of skin was revealed. he moved with a reverence that made her feel like a masterpiece he was finally allowed to unveil. once the shirt was open, he didn't stop; his hands slid down to the waistband of her pants, his touch light and grounding.

he began to slide them down her hips with a slow, teasing pull, his movements so steady and deliberate that it only made her more frantic. she arched her back slightly, helping him, her breath hitching as the cool air hit her skin before being immediately replaced by the radiating heat of his body. he stayed close, his lips never leaving hers for more than a second, ensuring that even as the clothes disappeared, she felt completely enveloped by his presence and his touch.

with her pajamas finally gone, the cool air of the room felt like a sharp contrast to the radiating heat of michael’s body. he didn't move away to admire her from a distance; instead, he draped himself back over her, his skin finally meeting hers in a full, seamless contact that made her let out a long, shaky breath. the feeling of his bare chest against her own was a revelation—firm, warm, and pulsing with the same frantic heartbeat that was thundering in her own chest.

he propped himself up on his forearms, his dark curls falling forward as he looked down at her. his expression was no longer just playful; it was filled with a raw, almost reverent wonder. his hands, large and steady, began to wander again, tracing the curve of her waist and the flare of her hips as if he were memorizing her by touch alone.

"you have no idea," he whispered, his voice vibrating deep in his throat, "how long i've dreamed of seeing you like this. you're more beautiful than any vision i could have had."

she felt a surge of pure, unadulterated power at his words. the sight of him—this global icon, this man she admired so deeply—looking at her with such desperate, hungry devotion made her feel invincible. she didn't shrink away; instead, she arched her back, pressing her body more firmly against his, her hands sliding up his back to grip his shoulder blades.

she was famished for him, her touch becoming more insistent, her fingers digging into his muscles as she pulled him back down for another kiss. this one was even more intense, a silent communication of her readiness. she could feel his restraint beginning to fray, the way his muscles tensed under her fingertips, and it only fueled her confidence further. she wanted him to lose that legendary composure; she wanted to see exactly how much power she had over him.

michael let out a low, ragged moan into her mouth, his hands tightening on her hips. he could feel her impatience, her body practically vibrating with the need for more, and it was driving him over the edge. he began to trail a path of burning kisses from her lips down to her throat, his breath hitching as she tilted her head back to give him better access.

"you're so ready for me, aren't you?" he breathed against her skin, his voice a mix of awe and dark, simmering heat. "i can feel it... you're literally shaking."

michael’s hand slid down, his fingers grazing the elastic of her panties with a touch so light it was almost agonizing. he moved with an excruciating slowness, his eyes locked onto hers, searching for any flicker of hesitation even as the air between them grew thick with tension.

he hooked his thumbs into the sides of the fabric, inching them down over her hips. he paused halfway, his knuckles brushing against her skin, and he took a shaky breath to steady his own racing heart. the playfulness from before had completely vanished, replaced by a deep, protective seriousness that belonged only to her.

"last chance to change your mind," he whispered, his voice sounding thick and raw in the quiet room.

he didn't move another inch, holding the fabric in place, giving her the space to breathe and think. his gaze was a soft, dark velvet, grounding her despite the storm of heat swirling in her belly.

"i want this to be perfect for you. so i need to hear it again," he murmured, his thumb stroking the soft skin of her hip. "do you still want this? do you want me to keep going?"

he waited, his body poised and tense, showing her that even in his own state of desperate need, her choice was the only thing that mattered. he was hers to stop or hers to claim, and he wanted the answer to come from her own lips.

she didn't hesitate for a single second. "yes," she breathed out, the word more of a plea than a simple answer. "please, michael. keep going."

his gaze softened with an intense, soul-searing tenderness before he finally slid the last barrier away, tossing it onto the floor. the moonlight seemed to dance over her skin, and for a moment, he just looked at her, his expression one of pure, silent adoration.

"i've got you," he whispered, his voice like a vow. "i promise, i've got you."

the final barrier was gone, and for a heartbeat, time seemed to stand still. michael hovered over her, his eyes dark with a mixture of reverence and a heat so intense it felt like it could melt the very air between them. he didn't rush; he was being so incredibly patient, his every move designed to make her feel like she was the only thing that mattered in the world.

he propped himself up on his hands, his gaze traveling over her in the silver moonlight, making her feel completely seen. "you're so beautiful," he whispered again, his voice sounding raw and strained by his own restraint. "it's almost like you're made of light."

he began to kiss her again, but this time his hands were everywhere—mapping the curve of her waist, the soft skin of her thighs, his palms hot and steady against her. his touch was firm yet gentle, a soft dominance that made her feel safe enough to let go of every remaining inhibition. she felt the weight of him pressing her into the mattress, and it sent a fresh wave of fire through her veins.

she was more than ready—she was starving. the initial shyness had completely evaporated, replaced by a bold, hungry confidence. her fingers dug into the muscles of his back, her nails grazing his skin as she pulled him closer, her hips arching instinctively against his. she was making tiny, desperate sounds in the back of her throat, her breath coming in shallow hitches that mirrored the frantic beating of his own heart.

michael let out a low, shaky groan, his forehead dropping against hers as he tried to catch his breath. "you're making it so hard to be slow, sweetheart," he rasped, a playful yet desperate edge to his voice. "you're being so assertive tonight... it’s driving me absolutely crazy."

he began to use his hand to explore her further, his touch incredibly patient and fluid. he watched her face closely, his dark eyes searching for every reaction as he teased her with a slow, rhythmic grace. each movement was a promise of what was to come, but for now, he was content to let the tension build until she was practically vibrating beneath him, her confidence only growing as she realized just how much power she had over him.

michael shifted his weight slightly, hovering just over her, his dark eyes sparkling with that familiar, playful mischief. instead of giving her what she was so clearly begging for, he began to tease her, his touch ghosting over her entry with an excruciating slowness. he brushed against her, close enough to make her gasp, but deliberately held back from any real progress, just testing the waters to see how she would react.

the sensation was dizzying. a sharp, intense jolt of electricity shot straight up her spine, making her hips tilt upward instinctively to chase his touch. every tiny friction felt magnified, a rush of brand-new, overwhelming feeling that made her skin tingle and her heart pound like a hammer against her ribs.

"michael, please," she whined, her hands gripping his shoulders so tightly her knuckles turned white.

a low, pleased chuckle vibrated in his chest. he nipped at her lower lip, his gaze locked onto hers, thoroughly enjoying the sweet torture he was putting her through.

"you like that, sweetheart?" he murmured, his voice a gravelly, seductive velvet. he shifted just a fraction of an inch, teasing her again in a slow, circular motion that made her arch off the bed completely. "look at you... you're practically melting. i told you i wanted to see how impatient you could get."

he was deliberately heightening every single sensation, making her feel the agonizingly beautiful contrast between his hot skin and the cool air of the room. she was completely at the mercy of his rhythm, her breath coming in ragged, desperate pants as she realized he was testing her newfound confidence, daring her to see just how much of this sweet torment she could take before she completely lost her mind.

the playful smirk on michael’s lips softened into something much darker and more intense as he watched her squirm beneath him. he could feel the frantic heat radiating from her skin, and the temptation to push her newfound confidence just a little bit further was too hard to resist.

"you're so impatient tonight," he murmured, his voice a low, gravelly whisper against her cheek. "let's see if we can make you lose that bold little attitude completely."

slowly, deliberately, he shifted his hand down. he didn't give her what she was begging for; instead, he eased a single finger inside her.

the sensation was sudden and overwhelming, a tight, burning wave of friction that made her breath catch sharply in her throat. she let out a loud, breathless gasp, her toes curling into the sheets as she felt the solid, warm intrusion. it was entirely new, a deep and pulsing feeling that filled her just enough to make the ache for more absolutely unbearable.

"michael..." she whined, her head tossing back against the pillow as her hips instinctively hitched upward, trying to pull him deeper.

"hush, sweetheart," he coaxed, letting out a soft, satisfied hum at her reaction.

he kept his movement agonizingly slow, curling his finger slightly inside her in a lazy, rhythmic motion that seemed to target every single nerve ending. he watched her face closely, admiring the way her eyes clouded over with pure pleasure and how her lips parted, desperate for air. he was completely taking his time, using that single finger to tease her, mapping out her warmth and stretching the tension until the room felt like it was about to burst from the sheer heat between them.

the agonizingly slow rhythm was driving her completely over the edge. the single finger moving inside her with such lazy, deliberate precision was creating a tight, coiling friction that made her entire body tremble. the initial confidence she had shown earlier had melted into a desperate, beautiful vulnerability, and she couldn't hold back anymore.

"michael... please," she gasped, her voice cracking as she threw her head back against the pillow. her hands moved from his shoulders to his wrists, her fingers tightening around them as if she could pull him closer by force. "i can't... please don't make me wait anymore. i need you."

michael stopped his movement for a heartbeat, hovering just over her. a low, heavy groan escaped his throat at the sound of her begging, his composure finally showing signs of cracking under the weight of her pleas. but he still didn't give in completely; instead, he leaned down until his lips were brushing the shell of her ear, his breath hot and ragged.

"need me to do what, sweetheart?" he murmured, his voice dropping into a deep, raspy whisper that sent a fresh wave of electricity down her spine. "tell me exactly what you want."

"you," she sobbed out softly, her hips moving instinctively against his hand, chasing the contact that was driving her crazy. "i want you inside me. please, michael, i'm begging you... stop teasing me."

hearing her speak those words so desperately, without a shred of her usual bashfulness, sent a visible jolt through him. his chest rose and fell in heavy, shallow bursts, and the playful glint in his dark eyes vanished entirely, replaced by a dark, consuming heat. he slowly withdrew his finger, making her let out a whimper of protest, before he shifted his weight to settle firmly between her thighs, his bare skin pressing flat against hers as he prepared to finally give her exactly what she was crying out for.

michael shifted his weight, his bare skin pressing flat against hers as he positioned himself at her entry. the playfulness was completely gone now, replaced by a deep, protective reverence. he knew how much trust she was placing in him, and he was determined to make this moment as safe and gentle as possible for her first time.

"look at me, sweetheart," he whispered, his voice a low, thick melody as he reached up to frame her face with both hands, his thumbs wiping away the sweat at her temples. "just breathe with me. keep looking at my eyes."

slowly, with an excruciatingly gentle care, he began to push forward.

the initial entry was tight and intense, a sharp wave of brand-new friction that made her stretch beneath him, her eyes widening as her fingers dug deep into the muscles of his shoulders. she let out a tight, breathless gasp, her body tensing instinctively at the unfamiliar sensation of being filled.

the moment he felt her tense, michael stopped instantly. he didn't move an inch further, anchoring his weight on his elbows so he wouldn't crush her. his breath was coming in short, ragged hitches, his own muscles trembling from the sheer effort of holding back, but his focus remained entirely on her.

"i'm sorry, i know... just breathe, love," he murmured against her lips, pressing a succession of soft, feather-light kisses to her mouth, her cheeks, and her forehead to distract her from the sting. "i'm staying right here. i won't move until you tell me to."

he waited patiently in the quiet room, letting her body adjust to his presence. he kept his dark eyes locked onto hers, searching her expression for any sign of real distress, his hands smoothing down her arms in a soothing, grounding rhythm.

"how does it feel?" he whispered, his voice dripping with anxiety and tenderness. "are you okay? do you want me to stop?"

she took a long, trembling breath, her eyes locked onto his dark, worried gaze. the initial sharpness began to dull, melting into a heavy, deep warmth that radiated through her entire body as she adjusted to him. the feeling of being completely filled by him, of having him so close, replaced any lingering discomfort with a wave of profound relief and affection.

"no... don't stop," she whispered, her voice still a bit breathless but steadying. a soft, genuine smile tugged at the corners of her lips. "i'm okay, michael. it feels... amazing. please don't stop."

hearing her words, a look of immense relief washed over his face, followed by a surge of dark, tender heat. "you're doing so well," he murmured, his voice thick with emotion as he leaned down to press a deep, lingering kiss to her lips.

slowly, with the utmost caution, he began to move. his first few thrusts were incredibly slow and shallow, a gentle testing of the waters to ensure she remained comfortable. he kept his hands firmly planted on either side of her head, his eyes never leaving hers, reading every twitch of her brow and every change in her breathing.

as the rhythm established itself, the pace naturally began to deepen. the gentleness of his approach allowed her confidence to flood right back in. she began to find her own rhythm within his, her hips tilting up to meet him, her hands sliding down his back to grip the tight muscles of his waist, pulling him closer. the slow, steady friction was building that tight, coiling fire in her belly all over again, and the quiet room was soon filled with the soft, rhythmic sound of their skin meeting and the quickening pace of their shared breath.

the rhythm between them grew seamless, the initial hesitation completely dissolving into a shared, intoxicating heat. every slow, deep movement became a language of its own, a perfect synchronization of their bodies that left them both entirely breathless.

michael let out a low, gravelly groan against her neck, his restraint finally snapping as he felt the way she was welcoming him, her body completely adapting to his presence. the tenderness was still there, but it was now laced with a raw, undeniable passion. his thrusts became deeper, more confident, driven by the intense pleasure that was clearly washing over him. his skin was slick with sweat, glowing under the moonlight as he pushed them both closer to the edge.

she was completely lost in the sensation, her head tossing back against the pillow as a soft, continuous stream of whimpers escaped her lips. it felt better than anything she could have ever imagined—a deep, heavy ache that was being answered perfectly by every shift of his weight. the confidence she had felt earlier returned in full force; she arched her back to meet him, her legs wrapping tightly around his hips to pull him even deeper, desperate to feel every single ounce of him.

"you feel so good," michael rasped, his voice thick and completely undone. he buried his face in her hair, his chest heaving against hers as the friction built into a roaring fire. "sweetheart... i can't get enough of you."

they were both caught in the exact same storm, riding the wave of a shared crescendo that filled the quiet bedroom with the frantic sound of their breathing and the undeniable rhythm of their love. nothing else existed outside the perimeter of the bed—just the overwhelming warmth, the friction of their skin, and the pure, unadulterated bliss of losing themselves in each other completely.

the heat in her belly was mounting to a fever pitch, blurring the edges of her conscious thought until only pure, instinctual desire remained. through the hazy rush of pleasure, a sudden, thrilling idea took root in her mind. she didn’t want to just be carried away by his rhythm anymore; the overwhelming sensation of discovering this whole new world had unlocked a bold, untouchable confidence inside her. she wanted to see him from above, to feel the power of guiding the friction herself.

before michael could register the sudden shift in her energy, she placed her palms flat against his gleaming, muscular chest and gave a firm, decisive push.

michael let out a sharp, breathless gasp of surprise as his balance broke. he tumbled backward onto the pillows, his dark curls spilling messy across the sheets, his eyes widening in utter astonishment.

taking advantage of his shock, she moved with a fluid, natural grace that surprised them both. she slid her knees up on either side of his hips, straddling him completely and settling her weight over his lap. the sudden change in position altered the angle of their connection entirely, sending a sharp, deep jolt of electricity straight to her core that made her arch her back and let out a shaky, desperate moan.

"oh..." michael rasped, his voice dropping an octave into a completely undone, gravelly register. his hands flew instinctively to her waist, his large fingers gripping her hips tightly to steady her, though he didn't try to take back control.

she looked down at him, her chest heaving, her hair falling like a dark silk curtain around her flushed face. looking at him from this vantage point—seeing the legendary michael jackson completely flat on his back beneath her, his chest rising and falling in frantic bursts, his jaw tightly clenched, and his dark eyes burning with absolute submission to her whim—sent a rush of adrenaline through her veins that was just as intoxicating as the physical pleasure.

"you... you really are full of surprises tonight, aren't you?" he breathed out, a helpless, smoldering smile tugging at the corner of his lips as his grip on her hips tightened, waiting to see exactly what she was going to do with her newfound power.

"i want to try something," she said, her voice dropping into a low, confident murmur that held none of her usual hesitation. she looked straight into his eyes, her lips curving into a small, daring smile as she shifted her weight slightly on top of him, asserting her position.

michael’s breath hitched completely. hearing that fierce, playful confidence in her voice sent a violent jolt of heat straight through him. he stared up at her, utterly captivated, finding her a thousand times more alluring in this moment than he ever could have imagined. there was something intensely intoxicating about seeing her drop all her shyness, completely owning her desires and taking exactly what she wanted from him.

"is that so?" he rasped, his voice sounding thick, deep, and thoroughly undone.

a low, helpless chuckle vibrated in his throat, but his eyes were dark and burning with an intense appreciation. his large hands slid up from her waist to cup the back of her thighs, his fingers digging in softly as he looked at her like she was the only thing that mattered in the universe. he was completely mesmerized by the sheer power she was radiating right now.

"go ahead then, sweetheart," he murmured, his jaw clenching as he braced himself under her gaze, a smoldering, proud smile playing on his lips. "show me. i'm all yours."

she took a deep, steadying breath, keeping her eyes locked onto his as she slowly began to guide herself down. sitting up on top of him changed the angle completely, making the sensation feel entirely new and incredibly deep. she moved with an agonizingly slow precision, lowering her hips inch by inch, giving her body the time to adjust to the overwhelming fullness of having him beneath her.

a soft, shaky gasp escaped her lips as she felt the intense friction of his warmth stretching her all over again. she paused for a moment, her hands resting flat against his firm chest to stabilize herself, her muscles trembling slightly from the sheer concentration of controlling the pace.

michael didn’t try to rush her or force the movement. he lay perfectly still beneath her, his head sunk back into the pillows, but his body was completely rigid with tension. his fingers dug firmly into the soft skin of her thighs, anchoring her, his knuckles turning white from the immense effort it took to keep himself under control.

"you're doing so good, sweetheart," he rasped out, his jaw clenched so tightly the muscles in his neck stood out. his breathing was short and shallow, his dark eyes fixed on her face with a mixture of intense pride and pure, burning desire. "take your time... just like that."

the sheer confidence of being in charge, combined with the slow, deep heat building up between them, made her feel incredibly powerful. she took another shallow breath and let herself sink just a fraction lower, a dazed, blissful smile breaking through her focused expression as she completely mastered the new position.

once she was fully settled and the initial intensity transformed into a deep, comforting warmth, she began to move. she started with a slow, cautious tilt of her hips, testing the waters and exploring the friction of this brand-new vantage point.

the sensation was immediate and overwhelming. moving on top allowed her to feel every single ridge of his warmth, sending a sharp, intoxicating ripple of pleasure straight to her core. she let out a long, trembling sigh, her head bowing forward as her hair brushed against his chest.

michael let out a low, ragged groan that seemed to come from the very depths of his chest. his eyes, which had been locked onto hers, drifted shut for a fraction of a second as his head sank deeper into the pillow. his hands on her thighs tightened instinctively, his large fingers applying just enough pressure to ground her as she set the pace.

"oh, god," he rasped, his voice thick and completely strained by the effort of remaining still. "just like that... you're doing perfectly, love."

encouraged by his reaction, her confidence flared again. she lifted her hips slightly, starting a slow, rhythmic vertical motion that was agonizingly deliberate. she watched his face closely, completely mesmerized by the effect she was having on him. his jaw was clenched, his breath coming in short, jagged hitches, and a fine sheen of sweat was beginning to glow on his shoulders under the moonlight. she was entirely in control now, and the feeling of his complete surrender beneath her was just as addictive as the slow, building fire between them.

the slow, rhythmic friction she was controlling was driving michael completely out of his mind. his legendary composure fractured entirely, and any remaining attempt to stay passive melted away under the sheer intensity of what he was feeling. he was loving this far too much, his body reacting instinctively to the incredible warmth and the perfect angle of her movements.

"ah... sweetheart," he choked out, his voice dropping into a raw, gravelly moan that he couldn't even try to hold back.

his eyes flew open, dark and completely glazed over with pure, unadulterated pleasure. he stared up at her, his vision blurring slightly as he took in the sight of her moving above him, completely owning her power. the feeling of her tightening around him with every slow rise and fall was sweet torture, sending waves of intense heat straight up his spine.

unable to just lie still anymore, his hands slid up from her thighs to grip her hips with a sudden, firm desperation. he didn't take over the pace—he wanted her to stay in control—but he began to lift his own hips slightly to meet her, deepening the friction and pushing himself up into her warmth with every stroke.

his jaw was completely clenched, the muscles in his neck taut as a fine sheen of sweat coated his bare chest. he let out a short, ragged breath with every movement, completely undone by the rhythm she was setting. he was entirely at her mercy, losing himself completely in the sensation of her body against his, his fingers digging into her skin as he rode the wave of pleasure she was giving him.

she kept going, her movements growing smoother and more confident as she locked into the rhythm. the friction was deepening with every single slide, and the sheer pleasure of it was becoming so intense that it completely caught michael off guard. a wave of genuine shock washed over him; he had never expected it to feel this overwhelming, this raw, or this incredibly good.

"oh my god... ah..." he gasped out, a loud, breathless moan tearing from his throat before he could even think to suppress it.

his head thrashed back against the pillows, his dark curls scattering wildly. he was completely undone, utterly defenseless against the pace she was setting. every time she rose and sank back down, a fresh, involuntary whimper or a deep, gravelly groan escaped his parted lips, filling the quiet, moonlit room with the continuous sound of his surrender.

his eyes were wide and clouded with a dazed, completely shocked expression, staring up at her as if he couldn't quite comprehend how she was making him feel this much. his hands remained locked onto her hips, his fingers digging into her skin with a frantic, desperate grip, but he couldn't even manage to lift himself to meet her anymore; he was completely paralyzed by the sheer sensation, entirely at the mercy of her rhythm while his chest heaved in rapid, shallow bursts.

she was completely swept away by the exact same storm. looking down at him and hearing those deep, breathless moans tear from his throat sent a thrilling surge of pleasure straight through her, magnifying everything she was feeling a hundred times over. she was absolutely loving it, the intense, heavy warmth spreading from her core until her entire body felt alive and tingly.

"michael... ah..." she whimpered, her voice cracking as she threw her head back, her hair flying over her shoulders.

the feeling of having him completely inside her, combined with the absolute freedom of setting her own pace, was more intoxicating than anything she could have ever dreamed of. she arching her back, her muscles tightening around him instinctively with every slow, deliberate slide. it felt so good that a dizzying sensation washed over her, making her eyes flutter shut as she surrendered entirely to the rhythm.

her hands moved down his chest, her fingers digging into his slick, warm skin just to find some kind of leverage as the friction built into a roaring fire. she was completely lost in the sensation, her breath coming in short, ragged pants that matched his own, both of them completely caught up in the pure, unadulterated bliss of the moment.

the heat between them was reaching a dangerous, undeniable peak. michael could feel the familiar, coiling tension tightening deep in his belly, a sharp, electric rush warning him that he was starting to approach his limit much faster than he had anticipated.

"sweetheart... wait, ah..." he gasped out, his voice dropping into a desperate, gravelly rasp as his eyes flew open, completely wide and dark with a mix of shock and pure ecstasy.

he was taking an unbelievable amount of pleasure from this, completely overwhelmed by how incredible she was doing. the way she was holding her ground, maintaining that perfect, agonizingly deep rhythm without a single trace of her usual shyness, was driving him absolutely insane. she was handling him so perfectly, adapting to his body with a natural, fierce confidence that made every single friction feel completely magnified, pulling him closer and closer to the edge with every slide of her hips.

his hands on her waist turned frantic, his large fingers digging deep into her skin as his hips gave a small, involuntary jerk upward, completely helpless against the intense warmth wrapping around him. his chest was heaving, his jaw clenched so tightly it ached, while a continuous, broken stream of low groans escaped his lips, completely undone by the fact that she was assuring everything so perfectly, leaving him entirely at her mercy.

the tension was completely snapping now. michael could feel himself teetering right on the very edge, the coiling heat in his belly turning into a blinding, electric rush that he couldn't hold back for a single second longer. he truly felt that he was about to finish, and the sheer, overwhelming realization of it completely broke what little control he had left.

"oh god... ah, no... i can't—" he choked out, his voice completely fracturing into a loud, desperate moan that echoed through the quiet room.

his head thrashed violently against the pillow, his eyes tightly shut as his jaw clenched in pure, agonizing ecstasy. he couldn't stop the continuous stream of deep, gravelly groans and breathless whimpers from tearing out of his chest with every single move she made. the friction of her hips against him was far too perfect, far too intense, and every slide felt like a wave of pure fire rushing straight up his spine.

his hands on her waist grew entirely frantic, his fingers digging in with a desperate, white-knuckled grip as his body trembled beneath her. he was completely at her mercy, his breath coming in short, ragged gasps, his entire being utterly undone by how incredible she felt and how beautifully she was commanding the rhythm that was about to push him over the brink.

the final friction broke through the last of his restraint, and michael completely snapped. the blinding, electric rush coiled deep in his belly finally erupted, pushing him right over the edge into a sudden, shattering finish.

"ah... *oh god*... !"

a loud, raw cry tore from his throat, completely uninhibited and echoed into the quiet room. his hips gave a sharp, involuntary arch upward, burying himself as deeply as possible inside her warmth as his entire body went completely rigid beneath her.

the sensation that washed over him was something he had absolutely never felt before in his entire life. it wasn't just a release; it was a profound, deeply intense wave of pure ecstasy that felt almost spiritual, a complete shattering of his mind and body that left him totally breathless. as the intense, pulsing waves of pleasure washed through him, a look of genuine, profound shock crossed his features. his eyes flew open, completely wide and dazed, staring up at her in utter astonishment as if he couldn't comprehend how a human being could possibly experience something so intensely beautiful.

he couldn't move an inch, paralyzed by the sheer power of it. a continuous, trembling stream of breathy moans and broken whispers escaped his parted lips while his chest heaved in frantic, shallow gasps. his hands, still locked tightly on her hips, were shaking violently, his fingers clinging to her as his head sank back into the pillow, completely undone, overwhelmed, and forever changed by what she had just given him.

the sudden, intense reaction of michael’s body beneath her—the way he completely unraveled and buried himself so deeply inside her—sent a violent jolt of electricity straight to her own core. seeing him that undone, combined with the pulsing warmth that now filled her entirely, pushed her right over the very edge.

"michael... oh!"

she let out a loud, breathless gasp, her voice completely cracking as her own finish hit her like a sudden, beautiful wave. her eyes flew open for a split second, clouded with pure, dazed wonder, before her eyelids fluttered shut and her head fell forward against his neck.

the sensation was overwhelming, a deep, radiating fire that started at her core and rushed through every single nerve ending in her body. her muscles tightened around him in a series of intense, involuntary pulses, matching the rhythm of his own release. she completely lost all control over her body, her hips trembling violently as she sunk fully down against him, unable to move another inch.

she melted completely over his chest, her heart hammering wildly against his ribs. a continuous, soft stream of shaky whimpers and shallow pants escaped her lips, her breath hot against his skin as the intense waves of pleasure slowly began to settle into a deep, comforting warmth. they lay there completely locked together, tangled in the sheets and the moonlight, both of them utterly breathless and trembling from the shared intensity of a moment that neither of them would ever forget.

a low, breathless sound started deep in his chest, vibrating against her where she lay melted over him. before she could even look up to see what it was, the sound broke into a soft, helpless laugh. it wasn’t a mock, but a laugh of pure, unadulterated shock and disbelief.

"oh my god," michael breathlessly chuckled, his head shaking back and forth against the pillow as his shoulders trembled beneath her.

he wrapped his large arms completely around her waist, pulling her even closer against his heaving chest, his forehead coming to rest against her shoulder as the soft laughter continued to escape him. he was just so utterly stunned by what had just happened, his mind still spinning from the sheer intensity of it.

"i can't believe... i mean, sweetheart," he rasped out, his voice a mix of awe and a slight, playful embarrassment as he looked up at her, his dark eyes wide and shining in the moonlight. "you completely took down all my defenses. you handled that like you've been doing it your whole life."

he let out another soft laugh, a beautiful, genuine smile spreading across his flushed face, though his cheeks darkened slightly with a soft blush.

"i mean, look at me... i completely lost it," he whispered, a bit sheepishly, tracing the line of her spine with his fingers. "i was supposed to be the gentle, experienced one, and i ended up finishing so pathetically quickly because of how amazing you were. you completely broke me, love."

she shifted slightly on her elbows, her hair falling around them like a curtain, and looked down into his eyes with a tiny hint of that familiar shyness creeping back in.

"did i... did i really do okay?" she asked, her voice soft and a little hesitant after all the boldness she had just shown.

michael’s smile softened instantly, the playful teasing melting away to leave nothing but pure, infinite tenderness. he brought his hands up to frame her face, his thumbs gently brushing over her cheeks, which were still warm and flushed from the effort.

"did you do okay?" he repeated in a breath, looking up at her as if she were the most incredible thing he had ever seen. "sweetheart, you were absolutely amazing. you completely took my breath away."

he leaned up to press a tender, lingering kiss to her lips, taking his time to make sure she felt every ounce of the gratitude and love washing over him. when he pulled back just an inch, his dark eyes grew a little more serious, filled with a deep, protective care.

"but you know, that’s not even the most important part for me," he murmured, gently tucking a stray lock of hair behind her ear. "the only thing that truly matters is that you had fun. i just want to know how you feel. do you feel okay, love? are you happy?"

"yes," she whispered, a bright, genuine smile breaking across her face as she leaned down to rest her forehead against his. "i feel amazing, michael. it was... perfect."

hearing her words, the last bit of tension completely melted from his body. he let out a soft, contented sigh and wrapped his long arms securely around her back, pulling her down fully against his chest for a deep, enveloping hug. he buried his face in her hair, holding her so tightly and warmly, just enjoying the quiet, rhythmic beat of her heart against his own.

they stayed like that for a long, peaceful moment under the moonlight, his large hands gently stroking up and down her back in a soothing pattern.

but then, that familiar, playful spark crept back into his eyes. he shifted slightly, loosening his grip just enough to look up at her, a beautiful, teasing smirk tugging at the corner of his lips.

"well," he murmured, his voice dropping into a low, smoldering purr as he nipped affectionately at her earlobe, "since you did so incredibly well tonight... i have to say, i really hope i get to see this confident, adventurous side of you much more often."

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