her head. Her hair was still curly and stiff from the hairspray. His fingers caught in it when he tried to run them through it.
“I love you, Nicole. Never forget that, okay? I love you so much. I always have.”
She responded by jerking forward and crashing her lips against his own once more. This time she took control, pulling him with her as she laid back down.
Michael groaned when her breasts came into contact with his bare chest. His hands began exploring in earnest, one tweaking her nipple while the other caressed her stomach, feeling her muscles spasm beneath him before traveling over her shorts to cup her center. She bucked her hips against his hand, spurring him forward. He began tracing circles with his fingertips, and Nikki was helpless to do anything outside of whimpers and mews. He seemed to know instinctually just how to make her feel good.
“Please, Michael…” she whispered before licking the shell of his ear and blowing a breath against it. Michael pulled his hand away and pushed his hips against hers, thrusting experimentally through their clothes. Nikki arched her back and met his thrusts, the friction slowly making her lose her mind. “Please” was the only coherent word she could muster.
Nikki ran her hand down his back, tracing his spine until she reached the waistband of his shorts. She hooked her thumbs underneath and pushed downwards to show him what she wanted.
“Nikki… I don’t think…”
“Good. Don’t think,” she interrupted.
He conceded, raising his hips and removing his boxers, quickly lowering himself back onto her. It happened too fast for her to get a look at him, but she could feel him better now with only one layer of clothing between them.
“Oh God,” she moaned as she grinded herself against him. Michael kissed her lips sweetly once more before blazing a trail of kisses along her jaw and down her collarbone.
“So beautiful,” he murmured before taking one of her nipples into his mouth, licking and sucking so gently. Every caress, every touch, every kiss made her skin feel aflame until she was writhing against him, mindless of anything except the pleasure bubbling beneath the surface.
Michael’s hand found its way beneath her shorts, and finding no other barrier there, began caressing her sex. Her folds were embarrassingly warm and wet, her center swollen and pulsing. He pressed his thumb against one particular spot and Nikki shuddered from the sensation. He pulled himself away from her breasts to watch her face as he slid his middle finger into her for the first time. Her mouth opened in a silent ‘o’ and her eyes squeezed shut.
“Are you okay?” he whispered.
“So good, oh… So good,” she whispered back.
He bent down and kissed her softly as he began to thrust his finger inside her, brushing her hair out of her face with his free hand. She began breathing quickly through her mouth as he picked up the pace a bit, curling his fingers around as he did, exploring.
Nikki let go of his shoulders, reaching down to push her own shorts down. Michael moved out of the way to help her, never removing his hand from her core. He smiled as he saw her completely naked for the first time. He watched as his finger began thrusting into her once again. Slowly, he added his index finger as well. Nikki moaned as her body stretched to accommodate him and felt herself become even wetter.
Michael bent down to kiss her once more as he slowly removed his fingers. She was disappointed at the loss until she felt him place himself at her entrance.
“Nikki, are you sure?”
“I’ve never been more sure of anything, Michael. I want it to be you. Always. Please.” She grabbed his hips and pulled him towards her own for emphasis.
“I love you,” he told her again as he pushed forward, throwing his head back as his tip was engulfed by her heat. He flopped his head forward, resting his forehead
“I love you, Nicole. Never forget that, okay? I love you so much. I always have.”
She responded by jerking forward and crashing her lips against his own once more. This time she took control, pulling him with her as she laid back down.
Michael groaned when her breasts came into contact with his bare chest. His hands began exploring in earnest, one tweaking her nipple while the other caressed her stomach, feeling her muscles spasm beneath him before traveling over her shorts to cup her center. She bucked her hips against his hand, spurring him forward. He began tracing circles with his fingertips, and Nikki was helpless to do anything outside of whimpers and mews. He seemed to know instinctually just how to make her feel good.
“Please, Michael…” she whispered before licking the shell of his ear and blowing a breath against it. Michael pulled his hand away and pushed his hips against hers, thrusting experimentally through their clothes. Nikki arched her back and met his thrusts, the friction slowly making her lose her mind. “Please” was the only coherent word she could muster.
Nikki ran her hand down his back, tracing his spine until she reached the waistband of his shorts. She hooked her thumbs underneath and pushed downwards to show him what she wanted.
“Nikki… I don’t think…”
“Good. Don’t think,” she interrupted.
He conceded, raising his hips and removing his boxers, quickly lowering himself back onto her. It happened too fast for her to get a look at him, but she could feel him better now with only one layer of clothing between them.
“Oh God,” she moaned as she grinded herself against him. Michael kissed her lips sweetly once more before blazing a trail of kisses along her jaw and down her collarbone.
“So beautiful,” he murmured before taking one of her nipples into his mouth, licking and sucking so gently. Every caress, every touch, every kiss made her skin feel aflame until she was writhing against him, mindless of anything except the pleasure bubbling beneath the surface.
Michael’s hand found its way beneath her shorts, and finding no other barrier there, began caressing her sex. Her folds were embarrassingly warm and wet, her center swollen and pulsing. He pressed his thumb against one particular spot and Nikki shuddered from the sensation. He pulled himself away from her breasts to watch her face as he slid his middle finger into her for the first time. Her mouth opened in a silent ‘o’ and her eyes squeezed shut.
“Are you okay?” he whispered.
“So good, oh… So good,” she whispered back.
He bent down and kissed her softly as he began to thrust his finger inside her, brushing her hair out of her face with his free hand. She began breathing quickly through her mouth as he picked up the pace a bit, curling his fingers around as he did, exploring.
Nikki let go of his shoulders, reaching down to push her own shorts down. Michael moved out of the way to help her, never removing his hand from her core. He smiled as he saw her completely naked for the first time. He watched as his finger began thrusting into her once again. Slowly, he added his index finger as well. Nikki moaned as her body stretched to accommodate him and felt herself become even wetter.
Michael bent down to kiss her once more as he slowly removed his fingers. She was disappointed at the loss until she felt him place himself at her entrance.
“Nikki, are you sure?”
“I’ve never been more sure of anything, Michael. I want it to be you. Always. Please.” She grabbed his hips and pulled him towards her own for emphasis.
“I love you,” he told her again as he pushed forward, throwing his head back as his tip was engulfed by her heat. He flopped his head forward, resting his forehead
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