Michael was usually rough and possessive in the bedroom, but I wanted to try something different. I asked him to be gentle.
As he returned to the bedroom, I slowly walked over to him. My bare feet providing a light echo on the wooden floor. With each step, his deep blue eyes seemed to pull me closer and closer. Until there were mere inches between us.
Michael bent down; his lips casually brushed against my left cheek. Even his casual touch managed to send tremors though me. I felt my body give an involuntary shudder when his lips moved from my cheek to my lips.
"Do you still want me to be gentle with you?" he whispered. Silence befell me, the words were lost in my throat.
"Yes?" he asked softly, as he continued to press his lips against mine.
"Or—" I did not give him a chance to finish.
Slow kissing gave way to a fevered hunger. I moved my hand behind his head, pulling him firmly to me. Gentle was no longer what I wanted. My finger found his belt loop as I roughly dragged him closer.
He started kissing me as though he would never have a chance again. Desperately, heatedly, his tongue found mine. I felt his cock grow bigger as it rubbed against my stomach. Harsh low grunts escaped his throat as his cock grew bigger and harder.
Michael's hands slipped down my hips and rested firmly on my ass. Getting a good grip on it, and squeezing hard. Driving me crazy for him. The glow in his eye showed me he knew what he was doing.
My palm found his chest and I broke our embrace. He looked slightly puzzled until I started to unbutton my shirt.
"Sit on the bed," I commanded as I undid the second button. Then the third. His eyes never leaving my fingers as I unfastened the rest of the buttons. My favorite dark purple bra laid underneath. He reached out, but I stepped ever so slightly back as my shirt fell to the ground.
With a brief pull, the ties of my pants came undone. I let them drop. I held onto his shoulder for balance as I slipped them off my feet. His arm wrapped around my waist as he stood up. The outline of his cock swelling against his pants.
I pulled his shirt over his head and he hurriedly took off his pants. The lust in his eyes betrayed his intentions. I knew he couldn't keep his promise to be gentle, and I was completely looking forward to that!
As I spread my knees apart, he ran his fingers lightly along my calves. His fingertips delicately roaming the length of my thighs. His touch only broken by the occasional kiss.
He ran his tongue against the outside of my panties. Holding my waist down as I gave an involuntary shudder. He knew my body's reaction to him.
