The Way You Make Me Feel - A Michael Jackson Love Story

Chapter 87 - Surrender

"Goodmorning..." I whisper back as he climbs back in bed. He moves under the covers close to me as we stay quiet staring in each others eyes. It wasn't awkward, it was just.....right. I move closer to him as I cuddle up to him, with his arms wrapped around me. 

He presses his lips against my forehead and slowly trails his kisses down my nose, to my lips. I feel myself melt softly in the kiss. 

Smooching and smacking sounds of our lips anxiously colliding together filled the entire room, creating its own harmony which caused echoes.

It's just when we are kissing, cuddling, or any other type of display of affection, I forget about the world. When we're together, it's like we're the only two people in this planet. The troubles, and rocky roads are driven in the past.

But the past is the past. I want a new beginning—with Michael.

I get such a rush when I'm kissing him, it's indescribable but I wouldn't mind doing this all day. I feel like I'm on cloud nine. My heart goes haywire, and it feels like there's electricity flowing throughout my entire body. This feeling gave me such a high.

And as for Michael—well, we all know what happens when guys get happy.

We have been in the same position—laying on our sides, obviously facing each other. But I can almost feel a he wants more. 

And with Michael, he has many roles. And right now, Horny Michael is action.

His hand goes down to grab me by the bend of my knee, pulling me closer until my left leg is wrapped around his waist. He rolls over so now he's lying on his back, causing me to roll on top of him.

He was so slick with this.

But in all honesty I don't mind because I'm not going to let him go any further. And if I have to, I'll let him know.

He wraps his arms around my waist and pulls me down to his body, causing me to moan in his mouth from the sudden movement. My legs are on either side of his waist, chest to chest, my hands buried in his hair, smashing his mouth even more into mine. Meanwhile his hands trail down my hips, to my outer thighs and gripping me there. But now my hair is hovering over his face, tickling his cheeks and ears so he reaches up to move all her my to one side, accomplishing that task without having to break the kiss. But when his hand trails back down, to my butt. My mind goes insane as I feel his touch there, waking up these sensation that have been at rest for the longest time. He rubs my bottom through my cotton leggings in a slow, circular motion before his hands have a mind of their own and grip a handful of it. This causes me to gasp in his mouth while our tongues were tangled.

He pulls his tongue away, places one last kiss on my lips and I exhale a deep breath. He trails it down to my chin, jawline, and to my neck finally.

I can't help but be a little upset that he pulled away from my lips because he kissed so damn good. And that tongue—I missed that tongue in my mouth, and in other places.

But I have to put her sexual desires to the side for a while longer. My plan was to take things slow with Michael but look at what I'm doing.

This was wrong in her mind.

Is ass grabbing and neck kissing too far? Maybe just a little bit.

"Michael," I call out barely above a whisper, still feeling his lips doing work on my  neck, "You know we're not going any further."

I look down at him causing him to break away from my neck and they're face to face now. They were so close their noses were rubbing against each other.

Still in his passionate state, "Shh," He hushes, softly, "Don't ruin the moment." He whispers, pecking at my lips so softly it drove me up the wall on the inside.