#part two

It's 11am, you and Micheal just got back from dropping Prince off with Kathrine. You thank Bill for driving you as Michael opens your car door, helping you out.

Making your way into the Neverland Mansion, you stop in the foyer, closing your eyes and just listening. Listening to the silence. No children's show tunes playing, no toys booming cartoonish sounds, no baby crying.

You open your eyes and step into the common room. You notice that Michael had the cleaners come while you were out, all the clutter of having a curious, hands on baby now neatly tucked away.

You turn to him and hes already grinning. "I thought the place could use a once over. And no way am I making my beautiful wife do an ounce of work during her rest time." He says. He walks to you, placing his hands on your waist. He leans down and presses his lips to yours, you eagerly returning it.

He starts to pull away and you grab the collar of his shirt, making him stay there. He smiles against your lips, his fingers fiddling with the hem of your shirt.

When you finally let go and pull back, he hugs you. "Let's go upstairs, yeah?" He asks, you nodding into his chest. He picks you up bridal style with ease, making you giggle and blush. He carries you to the bedroom, laying you on the bed gently and covering you up.

He leans down, kissing your forehead. "Get some rest, my love. I have some things I need to finish up in my office, then I'll be here with you." He says. You frown at him, grabbing the cuff of his shirt. He lets out a sigh, smiling knowingly at you.

"Fine. I'll stay for now. But I have to get the work done by the end of the day, okay?" He warns, crawling over you and snuggling into his place on the bed. You smile, knowing you'd get your way.

You scoot to his side, laying your head on his shoulder, his arm wrapped protectively around your back. You place your hand on his chest, closing your eyes. Minutes pass, and for some reason you cant seem to sleep. You open your eyes, peering up at Michael, who's staring at the ceiling, also not sleeping.

You sigh, your hand absentmindedly moving down his torso, now resting on top of his abs. With each breath he takes, you feel them flex and relax.

You slip your hand under his shirt, tracing his abs, your fingers gliding over the hard muscles. He grunts, trying to cover it up with a cough. You giggle to yourself, now rubbing circles into his skin.

"Don't start what you can't finish, mama." He says gruffly, but not containing any real bite. You slip the tips of your fingers under the waistband of his pants, causing him to inhale sharply. You see the bulge in his pants, and you can sense the increasing effort it takes for him to stay put.

"You need your rest, my girl. We can do this after your nap." He says gently, his voice wavering slightly. You take that as a challenge, grabbing his dick through his boxers. He groans, his hand gripping your upper arm.

You smirk, palming his length in the way you know makes him go crazy. You can feel his patience running thin, his hips bucking involuntarily.

He snaps, sighing as he grabs your wrist and removes your hand from his pants. "How about a compromise." He says, not asking. "We can have some fun. But I do the work. You lay back and enjoy yourself."

Your cheeks and ears flush, a sudden wave of shyness overtaking you. Despite that, you nod, letting your hand fall to your side.

"I need you to use your words. I know its been a while, but you know how this works." He says, his eyes dark and hungry. You swallow, looking into his eyes.

"Yes. Please." You barely whisper, his smirk widening. "Oh, you dont get to be all bashful now." He chuckles, sitting up and turning his body so that he's now leaning over you, his messy curls dangling from his hairline.

He kisses you, gentle at first, but quickly deepening it. He slips his tongue in your mouth without warning, causing you to moan softly into his mouth. You swirl your tongue around his, the taste of him intoxicating.

As you sloppily make out, his hands start pulling up your shirt. You're suddenly hit with insecurity, sucking in your stomach as tightly as you can. He pulls back and takes your shirt off, then notices what you're doing.

His eyes narrow. Not angrily, but almost offended. "Baby. Dont try to hide yourself from me. You're perfect." He says, looking into your eyes. You dont hear any sign of unsincerity in his tone, but you still look away, not relaxing your stomach.

"Fine, then I guess I'll have to prove it." He says. You whine, looking back at him, but hes already busy at work. He kisses down your neck and chest, reaching around your back and unclasping your bra with expertise. He slides it off and throws it across the room. He kisses down your (still sucked in) stomach, his fingers hooking onto both your sweatpants and underwear. He practically rips them off of your legs, throwing them as well.

He sits up, taking in your completely exposed body, biting down on his lip hard.You feel the urge to cover yourself, to hide the fact you haven't had the time to shave. You nearly start tearing up, feeling so disgusted with yourself.

He catches your eyes, his expression softening. He leans forwards, kissing you gently. He takes one of your hands, guiding it to his bulge, which is straining painfully again his pants.

"You feel that, darling? Thats all because of you. Do you think I'd be throbbing and aching like this if I didnt find every single part of your gorgeous body attractive? Hm?" You blush at his words, gently rubbing your hand against his dick. He bites his lip, holding back a whine.

He moves your hand away, using one hand to pin both of your wrists above your head. You whimper, looking up at him, pleading. "I wanna see it." You say. He just looks at you, not moving, before grinning softly.

"Would that make my baby feel better? Seeing how hard you make me?" He teases, his thumb pressing into the sensitive erogenous zone on your hip. You moan, nodding aggressively.

"Words, baby. In fact, just one word. Its not hard." He teases, making you pout at him. "Yes." You huff. He presses deeper into your hip, making you cry out. Youre already needy enough as it is, and him using your body against you doesnt help.

"Dont get snappy with me, or we're both gonna have an unsatisfying time." He threatens. Your eyes widen, shaking your head. He chuckles at your neediness, unbuttoning and unzipping his pants. He gets off of the bed, stepping out of them and his boxers.

You lick your lips, watching the way his length bounces with every movement he makes as he pulls his shirt off. He crawls back onto the bed, kissing your tummy, which youve relaxed.

"Mm, there's my good girl. Laying so pretty just for me." He murmurs. Your clit throbs at his words, causing an audible reaction.

"So needy. You got so used to being full of me that you forgot what its like to not be, hm?" His fingers slip between your folds, the slickness coating them.

You whine, bucking your hips. He tuts at you and pulls his fingers away, an evil grin plastered on his face. "Dont rush me. Im taking my time with you, sweet girl." You whine at the loss of contact, digging the back of your head into the pillow.

"Youre really set on being bratty today, huh?" He asks sternly, his voice low. You pout as you tightly close your legs, fighting for any kind of friction, your eyebrows furrowed with need. His expression softens, cupping your chin and rubbing his thumb along your bottom lip.

"My poor baby, I cant stay mad at you. You just want some relief, dont you?" You look into his eyes, nodding. He smiles gently, moving his hand to your cheek. "I can do that for you, my love."

He kisses your stomach, trailing down to your hips. He parts your legs, kissing up and down your inner thighs, sucking marks into the most sensitive areas. Your breath hitches as he gets closer to your pulsing core.

He kisses your folds, his warm breath making you clench around nothing. You whimper, making him look at you with a glint in his eyes. He uses two fingers to spread you open further, giving your clit a small, light lick.

You groan, digging your nails into the bedsheets. Youre tired of his teasing. Without warning, you grab his head, pushing his hot, wet mouth onto your clit.

Instead of punishing you, he just smiles before wrapping his lips around it, sucking and licking like his life depended on it. You moan, your back arching off of the bed, your thighs closing around his head. He doesnt move, loving the feeling of being completely surrounded by you.

"Please... please, more." You groan, your fingers curling in his hair. Within 2 seconds, you feel his middle and ring fingers pushing into you. You gasp, clenching around them and sucking them in, like you'd die without them. The cold of his wedding band shocks you as his fingers slam all the way in, curling into that sweet spot.

"Fuck, Michael, please!" You cry out, feeling yourself brinking the edge. Your toes curl as he flicks his tongue over your clit, in rhythm with his pumping fingers.

Your eyes roll back, mouth hanging open, as you cum, the wet sounds filling the room deliciously. He doesnt stop, stretching your high for as long as possible before you practically deflate, every muscle in your body relaxing at once.

He pulls his face back with a pop, his fingers slowly pulling out of you. You try to catch your breath, looking at him with a small smile. He smiles back before putting his soaked fingers into his mouth, his eyes fluttering shut as he sucks them clean.

You bite your lip as you watch him, acting like hes never tasted anything better. He leans down, kissing you gently. "You taste so good, mama." He whispers, kissing you again. You can taste yourself on his lips, making you desperate again.

As you pull away from him, he chases your lips, making you grin. "Let me make you feel good, baby." You say, your hand wrapping around his dick. His head drops as you pump it a few times, sliding your thumb over his sensitive tip and spreading precum.

It takes everything in him to grab your wrist and stop your movements, pinning it back above your head. "No, right now, this is about you." He open-mouth kisses your jaw, his hand slipping back between your legs, just pressing his palm against you.

"I know its been a while since youve taken me. We need to be slow and make sure you're prepped correctly, okay?" He gently slides his two fingers back into you, making you gasp and grab his bicep.

He scissors his fingers, stretching you. You moan, a mix of pleasure and slight discomfort taking over you. You wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him into a deep kiss.

He closes his eyes, biting your lower lip gently as he pushes his spread fingers in and out. Once you give him less resistance, he slips a third one in. You throw your head back, whining as your toes curl. He presses hot, wet kisses into your exposed neck, his thumb finding your clit and making slow circles to ease the discomfort.

"Mm, right there..." You murmur, your nails digging into his shoulders. He huffs at the burning pain, turning him on more. A glob of precum drips onto your clit, his thumb rubbing it in. You moan, the warmth spreading from your core all the way to your face.

"You think you're ready?" He asks, his three fingers stretching you without much push back. You nod with a whimper, missing the way he feels inside of you. He connects his lips with yours, sliding his dick between your folds. The head slides across your clit, making you jump at the sudden sensation.

He slips his tongue into your mouth as he lines himself up with you. You grab his shoulders as he slides his tip in with a satisfying hiss. Your walls stretch around his girth, a feeling that is so disgustingly familiar. He pulls away from the kiss and you immidiently bury your face into his neck, panting as he pushes into you inch by inch.

He only puts about half of his length in before he slowly pulls back til just his tip is inside, then thrusts halfway back in at an antagonizing speed. You groan, squeezing his shoulders. "Please, more." You whine, your hips trying to push more of him into you.

"Baby, we have to go slow. I dont wanna hurt you." He says, clearly holding back laughter. You huff, rolling your eyes. "I dont care. I need you. All of you." You whisper the last part into his ear seductively.

He bites his lip, and it takes the patience of a man who's dealt with your antics for years to not shove his entire length into you in one thrust.

"If you're a good girl and stop teasing me, I'll think about it." He says, his voice low and stern. You just nod against his neck, groaning as he lets an extra inch or two slide into you.

You bite his neck, suckling a dark spot into his skin as he picks up his pace. You hear his breathing become heavier, his self control slowly slipping.

You know each other better than you know yourselves. You know what makes each other tick, you know what pushes each other to the edge, and you know what makes each other snap.

"Fill me up, angelface. Stuff me until Im fucked stupid." You whisper into his ear. He groans, his entire demeanor shifting all at once. He grabs your legs behind the knees, pushing them up so that your feet are practically touching the headboard. In one swift motion, he slams himself into you, his hips slapping against your thighs.

You scream out, pain and pleasure swirling with each other in your core. You grip the sheets, gritting your teeth. He pulls all the way back, slamming back into you. His curved dick presses against the most sensitive area for a millisecond before tapping your cervix with a slight pain that makes your eyes roll back and clit throb.

Michael has always known that your a little bit of a masochist, that you dont let a bit of pain get in the way of getting your back blown out by him, but usually he wouldnt ever imagine hurting his precious baby, even a little. But right now, much to your delight, hes exhausted and horny and his normal, steady patience ran out months ago.

Tears brim your eyes as he relentlessly slams into you, your legs shaking as your walls squeeze around him. He grunts, a film of sweat gleaming off of his beautiful, spotted skin.

"Fuck, is this what you wanted? For me to lose my cool, to fuck you like an animal?" He asks huskily. When you dont answer, he grips your jaw, making you look at him. "I asked a question." He pants, his muscles beginning to tense.

You can barely nod, much less speak, as you cry from the overstimulation, tears wetting his hand. He presses his thumb into your mouth, you immediately sucking on it without a thought.

"Look at you, gone dumb on my dick. God, you're so pretty, even like this. Shit." He groans, his balls tightening. Your core feels impossibly tight, like it might just ball up on itself until its out of existence.

With one final thrust, he empties himself into you. As soon as you feel the warmth of his seed, your eyes roll back and legs shake vigorously as you cum with him, both of you moaning so loud you're convinced the closest neighbor could hear.

You ride through your climaxes together until you're both utterly spent. He lowers your legs, your hips aching from being held in the position. Slowly, he slides himself out of you. You groan softly as the suction pulls at you.

He leans down, kissing you so, so softly. You'd kiss him back, if you had the energy or awareness to do so. You just lay there, staring into space, your body still twitching from the after shocks, eyes glazed over.

"You did so good baby. Are you okay? Did I hurt you too badly?" He asks, his voice filled with concern. You manage to nod at being okay and shake your head at if you're too hurt. Your reassurance calms him, and he kisses you again.

"I'll be right back, baby. Just lay here and catch your breath." He slips away, into the bathroom, returning with a warm rag. He gently cleans you up, making you hiss from the overstimulation.

"I know, my girl, I know." He murmurs, making sure to wipe his essence off of your thighs. After hes finished cleaning you off, he carefully cleans himself before throwing the rag in the dirty clothes.

He walks to the dresser, pulling out two pairs of boxers, a t shirt for him, and one of his hoodies for you. He dresses you first, not requiring you to move a muscle. God, how can a man be as perfect as him?

He quickly dresses and slides back in next to you, pulling you into himself to spoon you. "My sweet baby. I love you so much." He whispers. All you can do is cuddle into him more, your fingers intertwining with his. As sleep pulls you under, you think about how lucky you are to be married to the most talented, kindest, freakiest man on Earth.