#yikes?

Michael Langdon could convince you to do almost anything. Maybe not, like, murder, but you're pretty sure he could convince you to hide a body if he did murder someone. You love him so much that it's easy to say yes to what he wants, and you know he feels the same way towards you. As you lay on top of him in the bed in just a shirt and your underwear, you think you've found the one thing you might say no to.

"I—what?" You need to hear him say it again; after all, he was mumbling it against your lips, so maybe you misheard him.

Michael smirks, his hands still tightly on your thighs. "Don't be shy, now. Sit on my face."

"You...want me..."

He's patient with you as your brain tries to catch up, but he still rolls his eyes good-naturedly. "To sit on my face, yes."

"Are you sure?"

"I'm the one that suggested it, didn't I?"

Michael's fingers begin to tug at your underwear. Despite your bewilderment and hesitation, you let him slide them down your thighs before you have to awkwardly take them off. "But...what if I crush you or something?"

Michael laughs loudly at this. "My love, if I were to die between your thighs, that would be quite the way to go out."

You finally nod jerkily, allowing Michael to help you crawl up until you're hovering over his face. It's an extremely vulnerable position, and you try to look away from his excited eyes as you try to breathe through the nerves. You're apparently moving too slow for Michael, who wraps his hands around your thighs and yanks you down on top of him.

Michael licks you first, trying to gauge your reactions. When he wraps his lips around your clit and sucks, your head falls back with a gasp, and it's game over from there. He's diligent, he's relentless, he's ruthless: all of the fire that you've seen from him when dealing with members of The Cooperative, he puts into trying his hardest to pleasure you.

Your hands land on the wall, needing something solid to keep you from falling over. You want to catch his eyes, but there's no way that you'd be able to even open them for longer than a couple of seconds right now, not when his tongue continues to work against you. When Michael realizes that your hips are just barely rocking back and forth against his face, he hums in amusement. It makes the heat in the bottom of your stomach quickly fan into a wildfire, and you let out a broken moan.

When your orgasm finally hits, your body threatening to crumple at the force of it, Michael just grips your legs tighter and continues to eat you out through it. When you finally can't take it any more as you begin to come down, you tap his hand with yours twice and fall to the bed, breathing heavily.

Michael grins at you, his lips and lower face shining under the lights. His eyes meet yours, and he laughs lightly. "See? You didn't kill me."

"No, but you almost killed me." You lay a hand against your chest, feeling the way that your heart races underneath it. "Where'd you learn how to do that?"

He shrugs coyly. "I did some reading."