Teach Me How To Love

Part 25 ~ Sex

He pulls out and turns me around. . . . our eyes meet . . . a tiny drop of sweat is rolling down the bridge of his nose . . softly dripping down on my chest. . . I'm looking up at him . . . feeling nothing but love and desire for this man . . . I take both his hands and place them on my boobs . . . . He then starts kissing and squeezing them . . licking one nipple and playing on the other one with his thumb. . . . sending chills down my spine. . .

"I love your breasts . . . they're perfect . . ."

"Touch them, honey . . . hold them . . . squeeze them . . . they're yours . . . all yours"

He squeezes them a little harder . . . kissing in between both breasts, pressing them together . . letting them go . . . and pressing them together again . . . with his face in the middle of it . . . I throw my head back in pure bliss . . . . his mouth is so perfect . . . the way he uses his lips and his tongue . . . so perfect.

He picks me up and puts me back on the desk . . . then he places my feet on his shoulders. . . . oh boy . . . that position is intense . . . he enters me . . going in slowly . . . starting off slow and then becoming faster by the second . . . . I'm just like: DAMN . . . it hurts a little but the pleasure is stronger . . .

"AHHH . . . F*CK . . . OH MY GOD . . .MICHAEL"

"Are you hurting?"

"A little . . . . but it's ok . . . keep going . . . keep going baby . . . oh my god . . . you gotta be kiddin' me . . . this is so damn good . . . yea . . .ohh . . yeaa . . . oh god . . . ohh my . . . . f*ck . . . ohhhh . . . ahhh"

"I'm gonna cum, Love . . . . I'm so turned on . . ."

"Ohhhh god . . . ahhhhhhhhh . . . oh my gaaaaawwwddddd . . ."

I lean back, breathing heavily . . . Michael just came . . . he's looking down at his d*ck . . watching the condom fill up with his juice . . . . . my heart is pounding . . and so is his . . I can hear it . . I can feel it . . . god, that was good . . . I'm so exhausted now . . . . Michael picks me up and carries me to the bed . . . then he disappears in the bathroom. He returns a few minutes later wearing fresh boxershorts. . . . he took a shower . . . aww . .
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Michael's alarm goes off at 6:10am . . . I turn on the bedside lamp and look over at him. He's still fast asleep. . . . didn't he hear the alarm go off? . . wow . . he must be exhausted. I move close to his face and kiss his cheek . . . . woaah . . he's hot. . . literally . . his face is burning up . . is he alright? . . . I shake him gently to wake him up.

"Mhm . . hmm . . . yea?" He mumbles, rubbing his eyes.

"Your alarm went off . . . it's time to wake up, honey . . ."

"Oh shoot . . . I didn't hear it . . . thank you for waking me up!"

He gets up and walks over to his closet . . . he takes a seat on the sofa chair next to his closet and brushes his hand across his forehead.

"Are you ok, Michael?"

"I think so . . . but I don't know . . . I'm feeling so hot . . but I'm freezing"

I get up and put my hand on his forehead. . . he's burning up . . I'm pretty sure he's running a fever. He can't go to work like this . . . he needs to stay home and rest. . . poor honey . . .

"I think you should stay home . . . ."

"No, No, No . . . I can't stay home . . . I'm running late . . I have to get ready"

"Michael come on . . you're sick . . . you can't go to work like this"

"I'm alright . . . I'm gonna pick up some medicine on my way to work, I'll be fine . . . don't worry about me . . go back to bed, Love"

I sit down on the bed . . . I can't believe he wants to go to work in his condition. I beg him to stay home but he really wants to go . . . I wanna drive him there and pick him up again but I don't think he will let me drive his car after the stupid accident I had . . . . .

"Michael you should stay home . . . you look awful . . ."

"No . . I really have to go. . . . I'm running late . . . I love you"

"Michael . . . . . . you're not wearing any pants . . ."

He looks down at his legs . . . "Ohh"

"Michael your cough sounds horrible . . you CAN'T go to work like this, you almost went out without any pants on . . . please, honey . . . go back to bed . . . I will call the school and tell them that you're sick"

"Maybe you're right"

"Of course I'm right . . . now get back in bed . . I'm gonna make you some tea"

"Thank you . . . ."

I just called the school and let them know that Michael is sick. I made him some tea and a little something to eat . . . . but he totally fell asleep . . . awww . . . I feel so bad for him. He didn't have enough sleep and now he's sick . . . . . I put the tea on his bedside table and brush my thumb across his cheek.

"Sleep, honey . . . I'm going to work in a little bit but I will check on you during lunch time, ok? . . . I will come home really quick and make sure you're ok, alright? . . . I love you . . ."

"I missed you, princess . . . you look so beautiful in your Cinderella dress"

Michael mumbles in his sleep. . . cute . . . Cinderella dress? . . awww . . is Michael dreaming of me wearing a Cinderella dress? that is so sweet!! and he never called me princess before . . . . this is too precious . .

~ to be continued ~