The car ride from the studio office to Neverland has never been so quick. Michael leads Dove down the cobblestone path, eating up her expressions as she takes in the elegance of his property. It fills him with pure joy to make her so happy, to see her so pleased.

"Are you fucking kidding me?" She says, pointing at the rows and rows of rose bushes.

"I'm definitely not. I was hoping you'd like them. Come in." Michael ushers her inside.

"Wait, slow down. This is all so much to take in." She giggles.

"You're in for a treat, girl." Michael says smugly.

Dove takes her time admiring the gorgeous foyer, living areas and kitchen. Michael gives her a proper tour of his main house before eventually leading her upstairs to a hallway where there are two bedrooms.

"This is where you'll be staying if you'd like." He leads her to the guest bedroom not far from his. The room is beautifully decorated, it looks like a room fit for a member of the royal family.

"Where will you be staying then?" She tries not to sound disappointed, but Michael picks up on it.

"Don't worry, I'm just right next door." He wraps an arm around her waist and points her to his bedroom door.

"But why are we staying separately? I thought..." She trails off, searching Michael's face warily.

"Dove, I just... I didn't want to assume that you wanted to be with me. You're more than welcome to stay with me, Petal." He brushes a piece of hair behind her ear soothingly.

"I want to be alone with you in that room now." She blushes.

Michaels cheeks flush and he wordlessly leads her to his bedroom, opening the large door slowly.

The room is spotless, grand and just so fit for a king. It feels both elegant and cozy at the same time. He glances at his desk for a moment and looks at Dove.

"I just can't believe you're here with me right now. To think one lonely Christmas lead to meeting the girl of my dreams... And you're in my bedroom now." He pulls her close and his lips meet hers.

Her hands wrap around his waist and trail up his back, rubbing him gently. Michael does his best not to tense at the feeling of her touch; he has struggled with intimacy in the past. He has played this scenario out in his mind countless times, but the real thing is far more intense. Michael is determined to do things differently, having been led by women in the past. He wants to lead her, to pleasure her and make her want him just as much as he wants her. Michael gathers himself, pulling his lips from hers and trailing gentle kisses down her neck. She whimpers when he sucks on a tender spot below her ear. He feels her skin prickle with goosebumps against the smooth skin of his face.

Michael leads her to the edge of his bed, gently laying her down against the mattress before bending down to take her shoes off. He steps out of his own shoes and begins to unbutton his shirt. He watches her expression carefully. Her eyes are full of lust, her lips swollen from their kiss. He gets on his knees and helps her out of her jeans, then pulls her shirt over her head. She's even more gorgeous than he had ever imagined. Michael wishes he could hold onto this moment for the rest of his life. His arousal is nothing if not evident by the bulge pressingly painfully hard against his pants. Still, he is determined to focus on her first.

"Can I remove your underwear?" Michael asks, looking down at his perfect Dove.

"You can do anything you want." She mumbles wantonly.

Michael throbs, leaning down to place his fingers onto the sides of her panties before carefully moving them down her thighs and places them at the foot of the bed. Dove smirks and impatiently removes her bra, shielding her breasts from his greedy gaze before dropping her hands and leaning back on her elbows. She basks under his gaze. Michael has to stop himself from gawking. He wants nothing more than to worship her beautiful body, and he is determined to. He takes her ankles and kisses both of them before placing them on his shoulders, looking down at her face. She throws an arm over her eyes shyly.

"God, I've never been this fucking nervous before." She squirms.

"Don't be nervous, baby, I'm here. You're safe here with me." He leans forward, pulling her legs further back onto his shoulders.

Michael kisses her thighs gently, resisting the urge to bite her. He knows how cruel it would be to sink his teeth into such a tender spot, but he can't deny that he's infatuated with her femininity and softness. He wants so much to squeeze her and roughly handle her just as he wants to caress, kiss and show her gentle affection. He patiently kisses his way up to her sex, where he feels her tense up, her thighs squeezing his head between them.

"Relax, Petal. If you want me to stop, just say the word, okay?" He looks up her.

"I don't want you to stop. I'm just very ticklish, Michael." She giggles.

"Noted. I'll apply pressure right here," He takes one of his large hands and presses down on her lower stomach. He uses the other to gently spread her apart, taking his place and meeting her clit with his soft tongue.

Dove whimpers at the contact, her hands clutch at Michael's hair, gently holding onto him as he begins his deliciously gentle seduction. His tongue flattens and he laps at her with patience until she moans, asking him to press harder against her. He gladly begins to lick her with much more need, his own desire driving him. He feels himself nearing the edge of his own release at any moment. He removes his hand from her sex, his tongue continuously working against her sensitive nub. He releases his member from its confines and shimmies his pants off.

Dove is crying out obscenities, Michael's name and something blasphemous for good measure. Michael couldn't be more pleased with the way her body is reacting to him. He can taste her arousal flowing and thinks that he might just become addicted to the taste of her. He slips a long, thick finger into her needy sex and it isn't long before he can feel her walls fluttering around it. He knows she's a breath away from climax and he has to use all of his self restraint not to meet his own end. When she comes crashing down, Michael makes sure to hold pressure against her lower stomach, intensifying her pleasure and helping her ride it out. He pulls his mouth from her sex when he senses that she is going to cross the line into overstimulated territory. He looks up at her, his chin dripping with her arousal and grins devilishly.

"You're too fucking good at that. I'd ask who taught you how to do that, but I don't want to deal with that jealousy right now." Dove covers her face with her hands.

"All that matters is that it's all for you now, baby." Michael takes a seat on the edge of the bed beside her.