Love Me Like You Do

..:: Fifteen ::..

Descriptive sexual scenes

Minutes turned to hours, the storm slowly subsided to a soft and gentle rain just outside the windows. The patter of the rain drops creating a serene and gentle melody. The thunder had long since faded into the distance, an occasional flash of lightning illuminated the room.

Slowly opening his eyes, Michael blinks against the darkness, rubbing the sleep away. He groaned and stretched carefully as not to disturb the lady at his side. Beholding her with sleepy and curious eyes, Michael smiled and ran his fingers through her hair. When Sarah shifted and moved closer his breath hitched, not wanting to wake her.

Michael was simply amazed, not just with her natural beauty, but the beautiful heart she held. Running his fingertips tenderly over Sarah's lips, he carefully leans in and presses a fleeting kiss upon them.

He was taken by surprise as Sarah responded. 

Her arms wrapped him in a tender and loving embrace, a feeling which he has longed to feel from a sincere woman. Wrapping her tight against his body, Michael began to explore, hands grasping at the borrowed clothing draped upon her slender form. Each curve was soft and taken straight from a dream.

Sarah carefully began to explore Michael's toned chest and shoulders, feeling each muscle contract below her fingertips. Pulling back she is met with a pair of dark chocolate browns flickering despite the darkness as the storm clouds faded to allow the full moon to cast its light across his features.

She gasped and traced every future he had, forehead, cheekbones– his lips. Capturing them in another kiss, Sarah is soon pinned under Michael's body, hands pressed down on either side of her head.

Michael pulled back just enough to gaze deep into her eyes, gazing into her very soul. This was unlike anything he has ever felt before, and it was driving him wild.

"I'm sorry," he whispered.

"Michael, please…"

"Please what?"

A rosy blush blossomed along her cheekbones, never had a man affected her the way Michael is right now. She's had moments which nearly led to sex, but it just didn't feel right. And now she is forever thankful to have rejected all the others.

"I know it sounds too forward–"

He silenced her with a kiss so tender it took her breath away. Michael held her as close as possible, pulling every delicate curve against his body fully and completely. 

"I won't unless you are absolutely–

Sarah slowly nodded, pulling his hand to her breast, not once leaving his eyes. "Touch me."

Pulling her into another kiss, Michael sighed and reached up and under the fabric hiding her from view, caressing and stroking the soft skin of her breast, tenderly stroking her nipple. Feeling it harden under his fingertips sent a thrill down his spine and between his thighs. 

Slowly and teasingly he removed the shirt and tossed it aside, where it landed, neither of them cared. Wrapping his lips around her hardened bud brought about a gasp of pleasure, which in turn caused him to harden further. A groan of pleasure and longing escaped him, fire raging through his veins.

"Michael!" Sarah gasped, carefully running her fi gers through his tousled curls.

A growl soon replaced the groans, as the fire continued to spiral higher and higher within his blood, pulsing with a desire never felt before.

"So sweet, so beautiful…" He whispered, hands tugging at the material covering her lower body.

Again she flushed at his tone, shivering at the soft intensity it held. It was beyond seductive, it was sexy as hell.