Ariana's Point Of View ~

Michael & Ariana's Home | Los Angeles, California

It's dark outside.

It has to be after midnight . . at least. Or even just before sunrise. I don't know. Ugh, I don't fucking care. I stare into Michael's eyes as he does the very same to me. I can't look away from him, I can't look anywhere else but him. I see how his eyes just sparkle. His skin damp, same with his curls as they gorgeously hang down over his forehead. His smell . . hmm, well it's one that makes me go crazy while keeping me calm all at the same time. My hand comes up, in an almost weak and shaky manner for my fingers to graze over his cheek. I can feel everything. 

Absolutely everything. 

My thumb falls down to his bottom lip to touch it, just as Michael thrusts into me . . fucking hard. I throw my head back - mouth open and my eyes close from the force.

I moan out.

Oh my god. Oh my fucking god.

Hmm. Ugh.

He's still keeping in mind to love me harder, I see. And I don't change my mind about that decision as I don't dare object to what he is doing, to how he is making me feel right now.

If anything, I want him to do it again.

We went to Michael's parents home - everyone was there. His brothers and sisters too. It was so great to see everyone and they are all so lovely to me . . since the day we all first met each other. I remember Katherine welcoming me with open arms - literally. A never ending smile on her face as she told me the most comforting things. Janet too. I love how her and Michael are when they are together.

So silly.

So similarly goofy together. It's so cute to see.

But now we are back home . . back to being all alone and picking up where we left off. As soon as we walked through our front door - Michael wrapped his arms around me. Kissing me with so much love and even more passion within him, I felt. I open my eyes to see Michael's still on mine. To me, right now, they contain such darkness. Oh it's incredibly sexy as they set such a blanket of mystery but never failing to hold that sparkle in them . . always. His lips on my neck as he continues to thrust into me causing me to moan out softly as he hits my sweet spot over and over and ugh, fucking over again.

Mmm.

My fingers entangled within his short curls as his lips leave my neck feeling all tingly. Suddenly, I feel his arms snake under and around me to lift me up so I'm now straddling him.

How much I love this man. It's so consuming. I can't explain. My arms around his neck with our lips only centimetres away from each others. I begin to move slowly on him, our gaze remains. Moving from one side to the other. Michael's large hands on my hips as I do so . . holding me. His eyes burning into mine. Wow. I throw my head back as the feeling just tickles me inside.

Like an itch you just can't scratch.

So instead, it drives you wild.

My heart completely in this but my mind is simply elsewhere. My arms still around his neck as I bounce on him now . . hmm, no one loves me better. No one does me better. I can't talk - only just being able to simply react. Michael whispers breathlessly, saying how much he loves me, how much I mean to him. It's something that I already know about but hey, it never hurts to still hear it. I love him too and I tell him that almost each day but as for telling him right at this very second . . well, it's as best as I can make it. But Michael . . he doesn't need to tell me. It's the daily measure of the way he looks at me, the way he treats me, the way he is touching me and the way he is making me feel right at this very second.

It's endearing.

It's so fucking provocative.

His body dripping as I sit upon him, with his eyes saying everything but nothing at all. Michael is killing me with the way he looks right now. He looks so sexy and it's driving me wild. His stare . . it's everything and it's one that no one else can ever possibly match. I look at him carnivorously, wanting and wishing I could hold off but I know I can't.

"Almost . . "

I manage to get out somehow. Moving on him faster and faster, never once stopping or even a glimpse of slowing down. I'm so close. Shit. I am almost there. I am so fucking close. My hand comes up to rest on his damp forehead, causing his short curls to flick up.

"Hmm. I'm- . . I'm almost done . . "

I breathlessly throw out of my mouth. And within seconds, I finish. With Michael doing the very same. Afterwards, all there is, is the sound of heavy breathing that both of us are guilty of making along with the fierce movement of my chest rising and falling so rapidly after such an activity. I close my eyes as my head plummets forward to rest my forehead onto his shoulder. I am left exhausted, but satisfied . . always. I feel his arms around me and his hands all over me. His lips find my shoulder this time and it's a feeling that just warms my heart up to the fullest with my arms around him much more tightly and the corner of my lips moving to a smirk.

"You okay, baby? . . "

Michael asks me. It's like magic - his voice. Like the warm morning sun on your face as it shines through curtains or the soft song sung by birds as they sing everyone awake from the sight alone of daybreak. My arms no longer around his neck, instead coming down to sit on his damp chest. Seconds have passed and I find the strength to lift my head to just stare at him. His soft touch on my cheek as Michael waits so patiently for my response.

I smile tiredly.

"I'm okay. I'm good, Michael . . "

"So good. Yep . . " I say with a giggle.

I peck his lips, eyes on his. I never want to leave this spot, this position . . ever. Please, let me stay here forever. But it's the sudden ring of my phone that causes just that. A loud groan is released from my lips as the frustration within me is just far too much to hide. I lift myself up and gently off Michael's dick - the condom still on and in tact, of course. Yet another loud groan is released from my still deprived lips as my phone continues to fuss.

It's mum.

I have to take it as I haven't spoken to her in weeks. I do feel bad and in my defence, I was going to call her - after coming home from Michael's parents anniversary celebration actually but you can't help it when you get . . distracted, you could say.

"Hi mum . . " I say, putting the phone to my ear.

I scurry into the bathroom to find a towel that I can quickly throw around my naked body. Suppose the closed toilet seat will do for a chair until I'm off the phone with her.

"How have you been? I just thought I would call you, haven't spoken to you in a few weeks . . "

Mum says into the phone. She's not wrong. "I know, I know. I'm sorry. I've been super busy. Sorry mum . . "

My hand comes up to bang on my forehead softly."I can tell. Your father and I are so proud of you, Ari . . "

"It's late here. What time is it even in LA? . . "She asks me. 

Oh god, the time difference is something she always seems to forget about. I can't help but to roll my eyes. I'm not mad at her . . it's just what if she calls in the middle of the night and wakes up Michael? Ooh shit, that is something that can never happen, ever.

"Well, it's much later here . . " I tell her.

Perhaps the thought suddenly smashed into her as I hear her exclaim before it's silence for a few seconds. "Ariana. I'm so sorry. I wasn't even bloody thinking. Such a stupid women I am . . "

"It's fine. I have been in the studio working anyways . . " I tell her.

Okay, I lied.

We talk for at least another thirty minutes or so before we say our non-final goodbyes to each other. I can't help but to just listen for a few seconds. It's quiet . . ooh how I pray that maybe, just maybe, Michael has fallen asleep. Something that he deserves of course and desperately needs - some times much more than others. I tip-toe back into our bedroom to find Michael still awake.

Ugh. Damn it!

His eyes come off his phone screen to look at me. "All good, baby? . . " Michael asks with a smile.

I walk back towards our bed, directly towards Michael but not before placing my phone on the bedside counter. How is it that even his silhouette drives me crazy? . . somehow Michael makes it sexy without even having to try. He just makes it that way.

"Yep. Good. She's just calling to catch up and forgetting about the time difference . . "

I say giggling as I crawl onto our bed on all fours. Michael only a few short scurry away from me. His scent re-entering my nostrils and my hands completely desperate to touch him again. His lap straddled once more with my arms back locked around his neck.

I lean down to kiss him.

Slowly and passionately. A whisper in my voice and a smirk on the corner of my lips as I ask him "let's do it again? . . "

to be continued.