A Night To Remember. ( A Michael Jackson fan fiction).

A Night To Remember Part 2

"You're so beautiful" he says finally, "you're perfect". He leans forward and kisses each nipple in turn before taking your pert willing flesh into his mouth. His free hand cups and strokes your other breast as he flicks his tongue over the sensitive bud in his mouth.

You feel like you are melting, you are half naked and sprawled over the lap of the most famous man in the world and his undivided attention is on you.

He switches sides, giving equal care to both of your breasts, filling his hands with their firmness.

He moves his face up to kiss you again, squeezing your nipples between his fingers just enough to hurt slightly, making your nerve endings sizzle.

"Cliché time again" he says, "I don't want you think I make a habit out of this, I've never been with a member of my entourage before and I don't sleep around".

"I'm glad you said that Michael", you reply, "because this is very unusual behaviour for me too, "I just can't help how I feel about you, but I want you to know that I'm not some morally bankrupt groupie".

Michael's answer to this is to strip off his own shirts, the silvery stage one, and the glowing white t-shirt he wears underneath. "Good", he says, "I'm glad we understand each other, I prefer honesty in people".

You reach out and touch the toned smooth flesh of his chest, enjoying the feel of the quivering muscles there. Moving closer you plant a trail of kisses from his oh so kissable neck all the way down and over his chest. Michael buries his hands in your thick soft hair and moans gently. His cock is straining uncomfortably against the tight material of his pants and he feels suffocated down there. He doesn't want to rush in too fast but he needs to have you soon or explode. He can't remember the last time he was this turned on.

He pulls at the zipper of your jeans and lifts you up and off his lap so he can pull the fabric down and off your legs. "I love your legs" he says, "They're so toned and beautul, I want to kiss them all over". He does just this, starting at your ankles and working his way up the length of tour trembling thighs.

You are stood in front of him wearing only the wispiest pair of lacy black panties, not even a millimetre of fabric separates your most intimate area from this mans gaze and touch-the feel of it is almost too much to bear and your head is swimming.

He grasps your taut thighs in the hands that are soft yet firm, large and all encompassing and pulls you towards his face. His lips touch your pubic mound and if you had had any resistance left in you it is surely ebbing away now. Nothing else exists, just you and Michael, alone together in an exotic dance of lust.

Your head in thrown back in ecstasy-the blood pounding in your skull as Michael's lips and tongue explore you through the sheer fabric of your panties.

He pulls your legs apart gently to access your cleft better and the touch of his tongue on your silky lips sets off fireworks in your body. You feel like you are in danger of collapsing into a puddle on the floor but Michael's strong arms keep you standing as he skilfully probes your soft flesh. The fabric of your panties is wet from your juices and Michael's lovemaking and he finally slips them down your legs, fully exposing your sex to him.

You are shaking with desire now; the flames of passion are burning your insides. You look down at him; his eyes have glazed over with lust. He is not Michael Jackson the superstar now in this setting but Michael the man, a man who (unbelievably to you) wants to possess your body and make it his own.

The first touch of his tongue fully against you jerks you into a powerful orgasm, the electrical feeling starting in your crotch and sweeping throughout your entire body in waves. "Oh God, oh JESUS!" You were totally unprepared for it and your body quakes in his grasp as you come, his tongue still lashing you delightfully and his long slim fingers thrusting in and out of your hot, wet tightness.