Still Michael's P.O.V.

She tried to tangle those precious fingers in my hair once more, only, to her utter dismay, I pushed them away again. Before she could react, I bit down onto her bottom lip, gently, tugging it with my hungry teeth, "No touching..." I growled whilst still biting her lip.

She groaned, a mixture of frustration, helplessness and...satisfactory pleasure?

Unable to hold back a smile, I grinned whilst still nibbling her lip, I peeked through my previously closed eyes to see her hands hovering, not up, not down, hovering, she didn't know what to do or where to put them.

I decided to mix things up a bit, lips still locked together, my hands slipped down the soft material of her shirt and started to caress her curved waist, my big hands easily gripped them tightly, I heard as she let out a loud breath, I gently, but forcefully began to push her up from the sofa, my own self following her motions, soon, we were standing, the room felt to be spinning, as if I was intoxicated...my hands still holding her waist, I pulled her into my body, our close proximity meant nothing...not even air...could pass through us, her body this close drove me wild.

Letting my grip of her waist loose, but still making contact I turned my hands so that my slender fingertips were pointing downwards, I slowly began to run my hands down the length of her tremendous body, from her waist, to her hips, then back up, I made sure that, on the repetitive journeys my hands were easily making, I brushed my fingers over her, tight, toned and peachy butt.