SHE’S OBSESSED

By the time you and Michael had made your way back to the house, lunch had been prepared and waiting for you. You made your way to the back patio and were served lunch, along with more wine. 

“You better slow down missy” Michael teased, playfully poking at your ribs. 

“I’m not the one who ordered wine with lunch, I believe you were the one who set this up, Mister.” You poke Michael’s leg with your toes, your legs draped over his thigh as you sat next to one another. His hand on your knees. “Besides, you’d better slow down, you’re the lightweight here.” 

Michael giggled as he took a swig. More teasing. You secretly loved when Michael would get a little buzzed. With his inhibitions low, he was able to fully relax and just enjoy the moment, which had become more and more rare these days. 

You spent the majority of lunch gently petting one another, occasionally picking at the extravagant spread in front of you. His hands rubbed your thighs that draped over his; you ran your fingers through his curls and down his neck; you shared light pecks every time you locked eyes. It was the perfect afternoon just enjoying one another's company. 

“I’m gonna go hop in the shower. I need it after you insisted on having me in the middle of a field.” Another tease. Michael’s head whipped up. “Hey! You liked it” he grinned and bit his lip. You giggle as you make your way up the stairs. 

You kicked off your flats and dropped your dress as the water warmed. You knew this mornings’ entanglement would likely not be the last of the day, so you spared washing your honey blonde hair and tied it up instead. You had just planned on a quick rinse, that is, until you had company. 

Michael had slipped into the bathroom while your back had been turned away from the door. 

“You need help in there?” You nearly jumped out of your skin, you hadn’t heard him come in. He laughed as he unbuttoned his jeans and ripped his t-shirt off. 

“God! You scared me! Don’t do that!” 

“Oh please. You knew I’d be right behind ya…you were practically begging me to join you. With those eyes…”

You playfully scoffed as he stepped in. He towered over you, he had that wanting gaze in his eyes again. His hands rested on your shoulders. He could rarely resist you in the shower. Your figure wet and covered in soapy streaks generally made Michael lose all control. It was the perfect moment to make him beg. That is, if you could resist yourself. 

He stood behind you, and you could instantly feel his length on your back, throbbing hard already. You would have thought the wine would have infringed on his ability to get this hard, but your slick body was apparently more intoxicating than the bottle you finished at lunch. 

“Well, perfect timing, I was just about finished so it’s all yours!” You grinned as you reached for the door handle, hoping he’d beg you to stay in there with him. 

“Un-un. Come here Missy.” He grabbed you by your waist, the length of his arm wrapping all the way around your abdomen. He pulled you back in and tight against his chest, his erection pressed into your back again. “You need me to help you… get all those… hard to reach places.” 

His mouth was on your neck, giving you tender love bites. His hands slipped up your hips, then your stomach, landing on your tits. He began to massage your nipples gently. You knew you had to break free before you broke down. 

“Fine. You can help me rinse off. But that’s it!” You spun around to face him and grabbed the loofah from the hook behind him. You handed it to him with a smile. “Get to work.” 

He smiled suspiciously, never breaking eye contact as he doused the loofah in soap and began rubbing it over your body. He started at your shoulders, slowly making his way up and down each of your arms. Then your decolatage, rubbing in slow circles just above your tits. 

As he made his way to your chest, his eyes broke from yours and became locked on your tits. He swiped the loofah around each, even slower than before, now using both hands. You could feel his cock twitching on your stomach, he was practically drooling. 

“I think they’re clean baby...” You smiled, reaching up and encouraging his hands to move on. 

“Sorry, you know I just love your boobs. They’re perfect.” He began to swipe the loofah down your stomach, his other hand bracing at the small of your back. 

“Thank you baby.” You left a small peck on his chest. Not quite an invitation, but would likely keep him hard. 

Michael slid the loofah down your front and in between your legs. His pressure was gentle, innocent almost. You looked up at him to try and catch him before he went too far. Instead, he pressed his lips to yours as he dropped the loofah. He guided you by your hips until your back pressed up against the shower tile. His long fingers slipped into your crease. 

“Michael, baby…” Your breath hitched as you tried to pull away. He continued rubbing circles around your clit, his other hand gripping the back of your neck, pulling you into him. 

“C’mon baby, I know you wanna..” his tongue slipped into your ear before he could finish his sentence. 

A breathy moan escaped your lips. “No, really, Michael, I just needed to shower.” You grabbed his wrist, pulling his hand from your neck. Your eyes shot up at him with a pout, you knew you were torturing him at this point. 

Michael brought both his arms up and above you, palms resting on the slick tile. He towered over you, his glare serious but desperate. 

“I don’t believe you.” He was stern, almost angry. 

“Well, believe it.” you crossed your arms, sassy, knowing it would drive him crazy.

He glanced down at your tits bursting out from above your crossed arms, his cock twitching up against your stomach, his bottom lip tucked under his teeth. His breathing was heavy, and you could practically see his pulse jumping out of the side of his throat. 

“You’re gonna do this to me, leave me like this all by myself?” This time, he was trying his best to pout, flashing those big, puppy dog eyes. 

“You’re a big boy…I’m sure you can handle it.” You say as you look down at his throbbing erection. You had to bite your lip to keep from drooling. His cock was so big and so pretty it gave you that flitter in your core. 

He grunted as he head fell, desperate for you to give in again. You stood your ground this time. 

His tone softened. “What is it baby? You want me to beg? Is that what you want?”

“Yes…actually…” You dropped your arms, letting your index fingers graze the tops of his thighs. 

He inhaled sharply. “Fuck. Baby. You know I want you, okay?” 

You wrapped your fingers around his girth, squeezing gently. His eyes shut hard as his body flinched into yours. 

“Tell me you need me, Michael. I have to hear you say it.” 

“I need you. God I need you.” His head fell back as he begged. 

At his confession, you couldn’t help but drop to your knees and take him into your mouth. You swirled your tongue around his tip, already dripping in precum. He was salty and sweet and so hard. 

“Fuck, baby. Thank you. I needed you.” He was practically gasping. You looked up at him from below his hard cock with a widening smile and those big, pouty eyes. 

“God I love it when you beg.” You were obsessed with his moans of desperation. His body jerked into your mouth as you took more and more of him and he held the back of your head. His lack of control made your clit swell and pulse and your legs felt like jello.

You slipped your fingers into your slit, comforting your wet pussy. The pleasure ripping through your body only made you more eager to please Michael, to see him squirm and writhe with his dick in your mouth. 

You twisted your hand at his base, bobbing your head until he popped out of your mouth. 

“Mmm, you taste good baby.” You gave him your best ‘fuck-me’ eyes as you looked up at him. He shuddered as you lightly brushed your tongue against his tip. 

“God, baby. I need you. I need more of you.” He reached for your chin, pulling your face back up to his. 

“Let me have you, please, baby. I need you.” His words falling out of his throat, raspy and deep. 

You pressed your mouth onto his. He eagerly wrapped his hand around your cheek, pulling your chin down and slipping his warm tongue against yours. 

He reached down and hooked his hand around the back of your knee, pulling your thigh around his hip. 

“Please, baby, can I fuck you? Please, baby. I need it.” His brows furrowed, needy. 

You nodded into his kiss, wrapping your arms around his waist to steady yourself. 

He gripped his cock and slipped it into your pussy, quickly, leaving you gasping as he forcefully entered you. 

“Fuck, baby, gentle!” It’s like he couldn’t hear you at all anymore. His thrusts were hungry, quick, frantic. He pressed his mouth to your ear so you could hear all the pleasure you were giving him. 

With each thrash your own moans became more and more breathless. His tip was hitting that tender spot, you were close. Your nails dug into his back. 

“God, baby, I love you. And I love your pussy, thank you baby.” You knew Michael was close when he talked like that. His voice was deep, pleading.

“Can I cum inside you, baby? Please?” You nodded, pulling his hips deeper into yours. His pelvis was hitting your clit just right, his frantic thrusts were about to send you over the edge. 

You simultaneously cum; you throw your arms around his neck to steady yourself. Michael’s hand gripped your back, the other bracing against the shower tile as you shuddered into one another. You could feel his heavy breath on your neck, sending a chill across your body as you came down. 

You held each other until you caught your breath, Michael still inside you, his cock twitching ever so slightly. Your body rocked with aftershocks as Michael slid out, making your sensitive clit tingle. 

As Michael lifted his head from the crook of your neck, he left delicate kisses along your throat, up to your ear, and onto your cheek. 

“That was so dirty I need another shower.” You grinned as Michael pulled you in for a slow, passionate kiss. You could tell he felt so connected, so in love in that moment. He grabbed your jaw until you were looking right at him. 

“I love you. You know that, right?” 

“Of course, Michael, I love you too.” 

“Good.” He leaned in for another long kiss. 

He stepped out of the shower first, retrieving your robes. He draped yours over your shoulders as you stepped out. You turned around to him, threw your arms over his shoulders and kissed him again. You were in a state of euphoria, and you didn’t want it to end. 

You and Michael had spent his day off hanging around the house, starting off with a slow, lazy wakeup that ended in soft cuddles & kisses. 

You had decided that you would spend the day at home to get that quality time you so desperately needed. You had missed his soft touch, his breathy sweet nothings he’d whisper in your ear as he passed behind you throughout the house. 

“I love you. I love being here with you. I can’t wait to taste you.” He’d say, slipping a hand along your lower back, teasing you just enough to send a shiver over your body, making you eager and impatient for the next touch. 

After breakfast, you decided to take a leisurely stroll around the lake on your property. You threw on a white cotton baby doll dress with lacy piping and your favorite red ballet flats with the little bow. A perfect easy outfit for a perfect 73 degree day. Michael watched as you dropped the dress over your shoulders with ease, admiring your long, tanned legs. A slight smile crept across his face. You caught him looking. 

“What?” you grinned. Secretly loving the way he was looking at you. 

“I just like looking at you.” He sat on the edge of the bed, one hand outstretched behind him, holding himself up. The other fiddled with his bottom lip. You could see the building tension all over his face. 

You giggle. “You ready?” 

You head downstairs and out the front door. Michael swopped up a quilt and basket as you stepped out, something you barely noticed and didn’t realize he had prepared. 

You made your way around the lake slowly, taking in the easy breeze and the smell of fresh spring. Your fingers intertwined, swinging between your bodies. You grabbed his arm with your free hand, pulling him closer and looking up at him, completely in love and totally at peace. 

You came to a big, beautiful Oak tree, the most majestic one on the property. Its canopy had just filled out that week after all the rain. Its shade covered the ground beneath it. 

“Your favorite tree. Wanna sit?” Michael knew that this tree, home to many fond memories of the two of you, would elicit nothing but gratitude from you. 

“Of course.” you said sweetly, leaning into him. 

He spread the quilt out and laid down, his bent arm propping him up. He motioned you to join him. You crawled next to him, tossing your arm over his waist. You sat and took in the view for a while, periodically exchanging charged grins. Michael caressed your face, brushing his thumb along your cheek, kissing your forehead so gently you could have thought it was the breeze. Eventually, Michael leaned over and opened the basket he had discreetly packed. He pulled out two glasses and a bottle of wine. 

“Are you trying to loosen me up?” you teased him playfully. 

“What! No! I just thought it would be nice.” He knew you were teasing, but he smiled and played along, laughing as he popped the bottle and poured you a glass. 

“It’s not like you would need to, anyways. I feel tipsy just looking at you.” You wanted to play with him a bit more, curious to see how much he could take before he cracked and took you right there. He giggled, bit his lip, and met your gaze as you looked up at him. He was burning, you could feel it. Teasing was a big part of your relationship. It built up and around you both until you couldn’t physically control yourselves any longer, and your joint release became that much more powerful. 

You were one to enjoy an afternoon glass of white wine on a beautiful spring day, but Michael rarely indulged. This time, he did. Tipsy Michael was fun, too. He would giggle endlessly, and he couldn’t manage to keep his hands off of you. You knew you were in for a fun afternoon. 

Halfway into your second glass, you found yourselves playfully bickering over what you would have for dinner that night, and what movie you’d watch as you fell asleep. 

“If you’re picking dinner, then I get to pick the movie!” 

“No, no, no! You gotta let your husband show you what’s good for you!” he laughed. Michael always, always wanted chicken for dinner, and to watch Gilda. You had requested steak, and suggested Love in the Afternoon. One of your favorites, and on theme for the day. 

At this point, you were laid between Michael’s legs, your back resting on his chest, his arms behind him propping you both up. His face burrowed into your neck. He whispered into your ear “Let me take care of you. Like you deserve."

Already tipsy, this worked and you caved. “Fine, we’ll do it your way.” He knew he had you right where he wanted you, and you knew you were about to be putty in his hands. 

In an effort to regain a shred of dominance, you finished your glass, spun around to face Michael, and planted a knee on either side of his hips. He laid back without hesitation, unaware of the games you were about to play with him. 

You sat your hips onto his and instantly felt a charge rip through your own body. You felt it in him too, as his bulge rose to meet your now throbbing core. 

You slowly slid your palms up and down his chest. His head cocked up to watch where your bodies met as you slowly rocked back and forth. His mouth slighted parted as his hands slid up your thighs. You knew you were playing with fire, but you were having too much fun. 

You hunched over, bringing your face to meet his. You smiled when he let out a heavy sigh, his chest rising and falling hard. His lips quivered, preparing for yours. Instead, you smiled, brought your mouth to his ear, nibbled gently before whispering “Do you like when I’m on top of you like this?” You pulled up to catch his eyes. He nodded desperately, mouth parted, waiting for your lips on his. His hips rocked up to meet your center, and you felt his pressure against your red lacy, now soaked, panties. 

As badly as you wanted it too, you wanted nothing more than to tease him endlessly. You loved the desperate look in his eye when he was about to lose control. Like he was lovesick, just for you. 

You knew you had him hooked, so you swiftly pulled yourself off of him and laid beside him, a mischievous grin ripped across your face. 

His eyes widened as he looked over at you, his hands still hovering where your thighs had just rested. You smiled and bit your lip, he shifted to his side, his face now hovering over yours. 

“You love doing that to me, don’t you?!” You giggle up at him. 

“Well you’re not getting away with it this time.” In one swift motion, he lunged over you, slipped his legs under yours, forcing them apart with his hands, and squared himself up to your core. 

You gasped as his face met yours and you felt his throbbing cock thrust up against your wetness. Michael grabbed your face, thumb hooked around your chin. 

“I know you want it just as badly as I do.” He grinned. “That’s why you’re so wet for me, right baby?” He slipped his hand between your bodies and then between your legs, just his middle finger tracing the outline of the wetness on your panties. 

You inhaled sharply. The tender touch made you involuntarily jerk into him. You let out a small whimper. He pressed into your clit with his two middle fingers, holding pressure until you squealed quietly and your back arched into him. 

“Yeah, I know you do. You shouldn’t play games you know you can’t win.” His breath was hot on your neck. His tongue slipped around your lobe, biting tenderly. He continued to massage your center that was getting wetter by the second. 

You tried to resist, but you knew you were about to fold. The weight of his body on yours, his big hand now wrapped heavy around your neck and his fingers still dancing along your soaked panties. Your eyes shut hard and head cocked back, trying to hold your pleasure in. 

“Look at me, baby.” He grabbed your face again, pulling your chin back down to its normal position. “Do you want to cum for me baby? Or do you want to play games?” His tone was tender, but demanding. Your body began to flood with heat. You did want to cum for him, but not now. You wanted to play with him more; make him beg for you like you were begging for him. 

You raised your hand to his wrist and grabbed onto him tight. Your eyes fluttered open, catching his directly. 

“I want to play games.” A devilish pout plastered across your face.

Michael rocked back on his knees, slid his hands up your spread thighs, and clenched his jaw, exhaling deeply. His glare was dark and wanting, exactly what you were looking for. 

He lifted the hem of your dress and tilted his head, peaking at the soaked red lace still between your legs. He palmed himself over his jeans, inhaling sharply, comforting his still hard cock. 

“That’s too bad. I wanted to make you feel really, really good.” His tone was serious, taunting. His glare sunk into you, your heart beating out of your chest at his confession. 

You took a moment to really take him in as he looked down at you. He was so good to you, and so, so handsome. He had put on your favorite blue flannel, with a white tee poking out underneath. His delicious curls trellised down his face. And those gorgeous lips that he carefully licked before biting down on the bottom one. 

You bit down on your index as you debated your next move. Make him beg, or give in? 

You exchanged a charged look as his palm slid down your thigh, his other still on his crotch. You couldn’t wait any longer. You were weak for him. 

You exhaled, defeated. “C’mere." You reached up and fisted his shirt, pulling him down on top of you. He met your open mouth with his, the kiss was immediately rough, fast, eager. His hands gripped your face, controlling your movements. His warm tongue slipped into your mouth, your moans vibrated into one another. You had both finally given in. 

He reached down and dug his fingers into your thigh, pulling you closer forcefully, like he was starved for your touch. You instinctively began grinding your hips into his bulge, craving the pressure on your pulsing clit. Your hands drifted down his back and clawed his shirt from his waistband. 

“God, you’re so wet for me. You gonna be a good girl and take my big dick?” You nodded feverishly. 

“Say it. Tell me how bad you need me.”

“I need you. God, Michael I need you. Please.” You begged. 

Michael quickly perched up, reached down, ripped your lacy thong from your hips and tossed it aside. 

“So wet. So pretty.” He mumbled to himself, his eyes locked on your dripping pussy. He leaned back down in your ear, his fingers slipping back into your pussy. “Right? You’re so wet just for me, right baby?”

“Uh-un” was all you could muster. 

“Say it, baby. Tell me how wet you get for me.” 

“You make me so wet baby.” You manage through whimpers. 

“I wanna make you feel s’good.” In between sucking at the skin on your neck, and his long veiny fingers rubbing your clit, you were beside yourself with pleasure. 

Your legs quivered with anticipation. He reached down, unbuttoned his black jeans, and pushed his waistband down, just enough to release his throbbing cock. It sprung up and rested perfectly in your soaking folds. 

He took his tip to your clit, massaging it into you with enough pressure to make you shake. 

“This feel good, baby?” 

“Mm-hmm.” 

You grabbed his hand from your thigh and pulled him back down to you until your chests met. His other hand still gripping his dick, drawing circles around your clit. 

“You ready, baby?”

“Yes, baby, please. I need you inside me.” 

Michael slid his cock down your center until he found your entrance and grabbed your jaw. 

“Look at me baby.” You locked eyes just as he slid himself  in. You gasp into one another as he fills you completely. 

He was so big it took your breath away every time he fully sunk into you. “God, you feel so good, baby. You okay?”

“Uh-un..fuck you’re so big..you feel so good inside me.” 

He pressed a kiss to your open mouth aggressively, and began to thrust in and out. 

The pleasure was consuming. Your legs were weak, goosebumps riddled your skin. Your teasing had paid off. 

Michael wrapped his arm around your head, cradling your face with his massive hand. His other, rubbing your clit as he rocked into you, harder and more aggressive with each stroke. 

“I love you baby.” he grunted into your ear. 

The pleasure overtook you, you were rendered speechless. Your mouth was agape, moaning and writhing. 

“I need to hear you say it baby, tell me you love me.” 

“I love you Michael, baby. I love you” Your moans were desperate, unhitched. You felt your peak approaching, your pussy clenching around his girth. 

“Cum for me, baby. I want to watch you cum. I want to make you feel really good, baby.” His words prickled the skin on your neck, his gentle sucking intensifying as you tremored beneath him. 

You began to convulse in pure ecstasy. Michael cradled your face with both hands now, holding you tightly through your release. He pressed his lips firmly against yours, your moans still escaping your closed lips. 

“That’s it, that’s my good girl. I love when you cum on my cock.” 

His pace had slowed, his focus on comforting you through your high. As you came to, your eyes found his, and a tear of bliss slid down the side of your face and into your hairline. 

“I love watching you cum, baby. I love you.” Michael’s pace picked back up, and you could tell he was close. Your lips latched onto his neck, giving him the same treatment he had just given you. 

“Cum for me, baby. I want you to cum inside me.” You whispered gently into his ear, licking the tender bit just underneath. 

His movements became quicker, more eager, you knew he was on the edge. 

“I love you, Michael.” Hearing you say his name sent him over the edge, jerking into you as he filled you. His head fell into your shoulder, letting out soft whimpers as he slowly became limp. 

You both stayed there for a while you recovered, the only movement came from your heaving chests and your hands softly grazing his back in comfort. Your heads nestled into one another's necks. 

Michael propped himself up above you, making deep eye contact as he pulled himself out of you. 

He grinned. “Thank you for being my good girl.” He bit his lip. 

“Thanks for making me cum.” A flirty grin plastered across your face. 

“Anytime, baby. As long as you beg.” He leaned back in for another kiss. A soft, sweet, almost innocent kiss. Like you didn’t just convulse into one another like animals. 

Michael sat up, reached into the picnic basket once again, pulling out a hand towel and began to clean up the mess between your legs. Your jaw dropped at the sight. 

“You planned for this?!” You teased him, lightly swatting at his arm. 

“Oh please, I knew from the second you put that dress on you wanted me.” He giggled. 

He was so delicate and took such care to return you to an acceptable state. It made you swoon all over again. 

Michael climbed over you, locating your red lacy thong. “We can’t lose these ones.” He grinned as he slid them back on you gently. 

You made your way back towards the house, hands intertwined, both silently blissed out. The only communication between you were the big, wide smiles you’d crack as you locked eyes. 

“See what happens when you let your husband take care of you.” 

To be continued…

Finally. Your eyes scan the room. No one was looking at you – your guests strewn about the dance floor, sweating, singing, or clumped together chatting and catching up. For the first time today, you knew you had a moment to sneak away to be completely alone. 

You knew your best friend Sarah had packed the essentials in case of a last minute freak-out, but you found her to confirm. 

“Sarah!” You grabbed her by the elbow and guided her towards the exit. 

“Did you happen to bring any…” You brought two fingers to your lips discretely. 

“Y’know?” You leaned in close. 

“Duh!” Sarah loved to indulge you in your bad habits. In college, the two of you were known for being fun, loud, and pushing the limits of “ladylike” behavior. Since then, you had kicked (most) of your bad habits and presented as a put together, proper young woman. Sarah loved seeing you break free from your adult persona and engage in the wild, girlish activities you had in college. 

The two of you walked swiftly to the Bride’s quarters, a private suite at the opposite end of the ornate Italian castle. Sarah riffled through her bag and found the little red and white box and a gold bic lighter. She handed you the box and you ripped it open and pulled just one little secret out. 

“You want company?” Sarah asked. 

“No, thank you, I think I just need a minute alone. To reset.” You looked at her with a grateful smile, she could see the social exhaustion all over your face. 

“Okay! I’ll be out there, come find me when you’re done!” As she pulled on the doorknob, you caught her attention once last time. 

“Sarah?”

“Yeah?”

“Don’t tell anyone I’m back here” you slouched slightly and grit your teeth, whispering under your breath. 

“For all I know, I don’t know anything!” She slipped out the doorway and softly shut the door behind her.

You began to sneak towards the private balcony, slight guilt creeping in about what you were about to do. Michael hated when you smoked, said you were too pretty for it. He would say “It doesn’t suit you”. You had mostly kicked the habit when you began dating, but the occasional cigarette was sometimes too powerful to resist. On this particular night, your wedding night, you needed the relief, something to stop the jitters. 

The ceremony had gone perfectly, and it wasn’t the reception that made you a nervous mess, it was what came after. 

You climbed out onto the terrace, gathering your silky white gown in your left hand, your little friend & your lighter in your right. You leaned up against the concrete balcony as you lit the cig and took your first drag. It hit the back of your throat and swirled around in your head, almost making you dizzy. It was exquisite. You took in the view as you exhaled, and almost all thoughts left your brain entirely. The night was a perfect 72 degrees, with a slight breeze carrying your train and bits of your bangs along with it. Clear skies and hundreds of tiny, glimmering specs decorated the sky. You finally found the peace you needed so badly. 

Three drags in, and you hear the terrace door creak open. Your heart skipped a beat, knowing you were about to be caught red-handed, hoping it was anyone but Michael. 

“Hey missy”. His voice made your stomach drop and your body freeze. You had a split second to lean in, or abandon your fresh friend in an effort to not disappoint your new husband. You sighed, giving in, twisting just your head towards the door, chin resting on your shoulder. You kept your hands resting on the balcony, trying to hide what sat in between your first two fingers. 

“Hi.” Trying to keep your voice as soft and sweet as you can, hoping your sweetness distracts him from your scandalous behavior. 

“What’re you doing out here?” His brows furrowed, leaning over to see what you may have in front of you. 

“Just… needed some fresh air” 

Too late.

Michael clocked the white smoke floating up and over your blonde up-do, his expression turning from confusion to disappointment, letting out a sigh. 

“Y’know I don’t like you smoking.” He stood up straight and cocked his head back, still standing at the terrace door, now shut. 

“I know, I’m sorry. I just… needed something to… calm me down.” You had slowly begun twisting your body around, your back against the cool concrete, a slight smile creeping across your face. Michael began towards you, with a look on his face that said “you’re about to get a talking to.” He stood in front of you, your right hand still resting on the balcony, the glow of the Marlboro tip illuminating your hand. 

He looked you up and down, his gaze softening when his eyes met yours again. 

“Are you not having fun?” A slightly concerned, babying tone in his voice. 

“I am! Of course I am. I was just feeling… a bit… nervous.” Michael leaned in closer, towering over you now, you kept your eyes on his, the perfect angle to give him your best puppy-dog eyes. You bit your lip ever so slightly, as if asking for forgiveness with just the batting of your eyelashes. 

He learned in, holding himself up by planting his palms on the balcony, one on either side of you, arms straight, his eyeline meeting yours perfectly. 

“What’s there to be nervous about baby?” His voice soft, and so, so sweet. 

“Y’know..later..later tonight.” Your head dropped and eyes focused on his shoes. You brought the still lit cig to your lips and sucked hard. You looked up and to the right to not exhale directly into him. As the last bits of smoke left your lips, he brought his hand to your cheek, brushing his thumb from side to side. Your eyes locked again. Michael slowly slipped his first two fingers over yours and swiped your sweet, sweet relief from you. Your mind jumps to the next logical step, he’s about to drop it & stomp it. 

Instead, he pulls your cig to his lips, his eyes slightly squinting as his cheeks inverted. His lips pop as he pulls it away, inhaling even deeper, and shooting you a wink. The sight makes your knees buckle, and your own breath hitches. 

Michael famously was so not a smoker. He believed it would ruin his voice, and “was a bad look” for him. He wanted nothing to do with it. That being said, he had indulged before, but these were extenuating circumstances, he explained. He would tell me “he had no choice” with a cheeky smile running across his face. The first time, he was young, and with his brothers. He had been a bit overserved and was sucking the butt end of a menthol before he realized what was even happening. He said it was delicious, but never again. That is, until the stress of mixing Bad reached a fever pitch and his temptations got the best of him. He had swiped one of Bill’s from his jacket pocket, slipped out a side door, and practically made love to the cigarette in the studio parking lot. 

Your shock was all over your face, jaw ajar, you couldn’t take your eyes off of him. What you could never say out loud, was that he looked fucking sexy. 

His hand dropped from your face to your waist, pulling your hips in to meet his. Your hands wrapping loosely around his waist. 

“I’m a bit nervous too.” Hence the cigarette, you gather. He smiles shyly, Your eyes are locked, he leans in and presses his lips gently against yours. The smell of the cig on his breath and the taste of the sweet champagne on his lips consumes you, making your stomach flip and cheeks turn red hot. The wild college girl inside of you practically jumping up and out of your throat to capture every bit of “bad boy” energy Michael was giving you. It was intoxicating. A small, quiet moan vibrated out of your mouth. You wanted more, needed more. 

Michael pulled away slowly, his eyes now locked on your lips. 

“Those are too pretty for this.” He raised the cig and flicked it, like he had been a pack-a-day smoker for years. This man was so smooth, he made any and everything look easy, natural, sexy. That sight was all the relief you needed. You instantly felt calm, just the two of you on the terrace, now in silence. 

Michael’s right hand slipped behind you once again, this time at the small of your back, slipping down further than before. His left grabbed your cheek, thumb hooked around your chin. 

“Fuck. You look so pretty, baby.” He leaves no time for you to respond before he firmly plants his lips against yours. Your hips rock into one another and his tongue slips into you. You feel your pulse in your core, begging to be touched. Michael’s hand slips down your back, grabbing your ass and pulling you into him even harder. The thin barrier of your silk gown allowed you to feel the bulge attempting to escape his slacks. 

“I love you.” He softly exhales into your open mouth. 

Your eyes flutter open as your head falls back, exposing your neck. Your weakness, and absolutely toxic to him. He knew he had to stop when you threw your head back, otherwise you may never peel yourselves off each other. His jaw clenched as he pulled back, sucking air between his teeth in agony. You both had waited, not intentionally, but waited until you had found the perfect person. You both knew each was the perfect person, but the waiting had made it that much better.

The desperate way you both yearned to be touched and held, it made each kiss, every touch send a chill down the spine of the other. You had both become addicted to the small brushes you exchanged throughout the day, waiting for the perfect moment to taste one another in private like teenagers.

The reception would continue for hours, and you felt guilty for not entertaining your guests. You looked at Michael and saw the same guilt in his eyes, tainted by his desperate yearning to taste you. He bit his bottom lip, exhaling slowly, trying to compose himself. His bulge still pressed up against you, your heart still racing. Michael took a step back, turned towards the door, and held his hand out for you to latch onto.