Fill My Empty Spaces

Part 1 - On Fire

Michael was putting the plates and glasses in the dishwasher when he felt Gaga's hands sneak up inside his t-shirt. She leaned against his back and ran her nails against his skin up his chest.

"Did they get to welcome you back properly to you before you sent them out of the house?" he asked.

"Yeah, they were all so sweet," she said with a distant voice. "I missed having someone to hold," she mumbled and he could hear that she smiled when she pressed her cheek against his back.

He turned around, looked at her and his heart starting pumping twice as fast because of how pretty she was. He kissed her, softly on the lips and on the corners of her mouth. "Just someone?" His lips slipped against her neck and he could sense how she enjoyed it.

"You, you and you," she mumbled and dug her nails into his arms.

"I love you. You are the most amazing and beautiful woman in the whole world. I missed feeling your voice as you talk – not just hearing it, your incredible body and your softness. I kept counting the days until you came back. I have't done anything properly because I just kept wanting you by my side." He looked at her, tilted his head to the side as if seeking approval and smiled showing his teeth. He looked down as if he was embarrassed that he had missed her and his dark lashes looked wet.

She met his eyes, smiled wider and the dimple appeared by cheek. She pressed her lips together and wet them using her tongue. "And now I am here, babe."

"I know." His hands slipped down her back until they reached her waist. He kissed her neck and opened his mouth. The familiar, spicy taste of her skin. He licked her below her soft earlobe using the tip of his tongue. "And you're hotter that hot sauce."

"Thanks," Gaga giggled and leaned to the side. She turned her face up and met his honey colored eyes. Her hands were on his chest. "Oh, you mean hot, literally?" she asked jokingly and her eyes were open wide. Framed by that smudged, sexy eyeliner, and glittering green they seemed to shine when he met her gaze.

"Yeah, you're totally, literally on fire, cupcake." He ran his fingers through the hair on the back of her nape and continued, "My sweet... sexy, little... marshmallow." His hands moved down, grabbed her butt hard and lifted her up on the counter and she wrapped her legs around his waist. "I finally have you now. I'm never letting go," he said and kissed her lips.

Gaga buried her head against his neck, put her arms around his back and drew her nails along his wide shoulders. He shivered and kissed her cheek, felt her soft hair against his face when she chuckled and curled together as his soft touches made her feel comfortable and safe. She was turned on. Weeks without the proper attention of a partner and now Michael's hands on her made her realize what she had been missing out on. It felt so nice. She just wanted to lie down and let him do as he please, but she felt stale and sticky.

"Come." She smiled and avoided his grip when he tried to make her stay. She felt his hands on her and let them chase after her while she made him understand that she wanted him to follow her upstairs. His hands were inside her top, she giggled and felt his fingertips stroke her soft skin and hold her waist. He kissed her harder now, wanted to make her stay while she wanted to go upstairs.

"Oh my god, Mickey," she mumbled and felt how her body became both numb and sensitive while he touched her. She stumbled backwards until he lifted her up and carried her up the stairs in his arms up to the landing. "Join me," she mumbled between their kisses. His rough chin was driving her nuts.

"Anywhere," Michael said. "I can't believe you're mine," he said. More to himself than to her. His crotch was on fire. Every time she touched him, he felt like it was a dream. Out of all the people on the planet, she was waiting for him and wanted him. He placed her on the bed and she immediately rolled off it and headed for the bathroom with Michael right behind her.

Gaga put her fingers inside the waistband of her sweat pants and started pulling them down while Michael was nearly squashing her against the wall and covering her neck and clavicles with kisses. When he noticed what she was doing he helped her out of her t-shirt and immediately placed his mouth over one of her nipples. He sucked it and cupped the other tit with his hand, squeezing it gently. He felt her raise her shoulders from the wall as she stepped out of the pants by her ankles.

They tumbled against the doorframe to the bathroom and knocked down a whole arsenal of make up and brushes before they reached the door to the shower. Gaga laughed and pulled his t-shirt. "Take it off." She ran her fingers along his shoulders and kissed his collarbones. She leaned over him and pulled his t-shirt over his head. He stood up, she grabbed his hair and dug her fingers into his locks. Exhaling against his ear she said, "I want you to fill my empty spaces."

"Those lyrics are pure sex. Should I be jealous?" he mumbled with his lips against the dimple between her clavicles.

She chuckled. "We weren't even dating then, babe." Then she groaned and leaned closer while she grabbed his shorts. "I hope to god you're hard." Her lips were swollen, close to his and her breath was warm. Never had he desired anyone more than he wanted her. She was oozing sex, her body was soft and welcoming. She pushed herself against him and let her hands travel up his chest. She squatted in front of him. "I want you," she said nasally and her knee made a clonking sound when it hit the tiles on the floor as she abruptly dropped down.

The door to the shower was about to give way when Michael leaned against it. The grids dug into his lower back. He felt her hands inside his pants, pulling and digging to get his dick out of them.

She could smell him, how turned on he was, when she licked her hand and grabbed his shaft.

Her mouth, a firework of pleasures, her tongue creating a sucking sensation and shielding her teeth, making it feel like the second best thing in the world after her cunt. Her lips closing around the knob and her hand cupping his ballsack. His thighs nearly collapsed when he felt her tongue wrap around the glans and licking all the way to the base of the shaft.

He was so hard, she could smell the blood pumping through his veins and ran her thumb down the swollen area on the underside of the cock. His sweet pre-cum on her tongue, the warmth of the shaft and his girth. She felt the spongy veins under her fingers when she held the cock while she let her tongue envelope the head. Looking up and meeting his feverish gaze. Her eyes, huge and nearly fluorescent in the warm light. Her brunette, wavy hair swept to one side of her head as she leaned a little to the side and his dick stretched her cheek.

Michael put his fingers into her hair by her left ear and pulled her up to make her stop because he couldn't handle it anymore. "Stop. You are just too good at everything you do."