Dedication: This chapter is dedicated to @mylifeismichael . This chapter was her idea and if you don't follow her on ig you should. Her MJ fan account is absolutely beautiful!

Disclaimer(s): Extreme sexual content is in this chapter.

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Tatiana's POV

"You know I'm getting you back for when you wanted me when you were drunk..." Michael smirks softly nibbling at my jaw, as I feel my knees begin to go weak. "Remember how bad you were begging for it? For me to be inside of you?" he whispers between kisses, thrusting his hips into mine sharply making me moan.

"N-no..." I whisper shakily.

"I guess I'll have to remind you.." he mumbles as his hands trail down my waist, his lips exploring my neck. We haven't even reached the bathroom yet and I was already soaking wet.

My backside stays pressed tightly against the wall as I pull him closer to me by his shirt, pressing my lips against his in desperately.

Desperate because I need and want him now.

"Jump...." he whispers against my lips. I jump as he hoists me in his arms, my legs wrapped tightly around his waist.

"I got you..." he whispers softly, as he walks us to the bathroom our lips never separating. He sets me down on the counter before pulling away from me to turn on the faucet of the shower.

He comes back to me and our lips linger against each other, as I unbutton his shirt in the process. He removes the scrunchie from my hair, and breaking the kiss as he pulls my shirt up over my head and dropping it to the floor. He takes off my heels off before damn near ripping my leggings in order to take those off, along with my panties. Taking everything off until I'm wearing nothing but skin.

"Now it's time for my late-night snack," He smirks as his lips roam all over my breasts, to my stomach, and then all at once he stops, his hands light; then he's licking and using his fingers all at once, watching my reaction, feeling how my legs move, watching my body writhe.

My fingers get lost in his curls as I instantly become completely weak under his control, as his tongue moves in ways I could hardly imagine.

"Shit!" I scream out my back arching against the wall as I gently throw my head back against the mirror as I let go, my legs trembling as he holds me by my waist tighter, licking every drop.

With our hotel room door closed every pretense falls. The facade we show the world melts away, the only thing on their minds is making love until we couldn't anymore.

"I need you--right now.." he whispers huskily his lips trailing my neck, as I breath heavily.

"Then have me." I whisper undoing his belt as he leans in pressing his lips against mine, as our hands move in unison slowly taking off his clothes. I slowly move off the counter, our lips still connected, as he moves me back towards the shower, our bodies pressed against the cool shower wall.

Now that both of them are only wearing skin, he moves himself closer to me, gently grabbing my leg wrapping it around his waist. His manhood is at my entrance, moving himself up and down my slit, teasing me. I let out a whimper as he kisses me deeply, my heart going haywire.

"How bad do you want me?" He whispers in my ear as I rest my forehead on his shoulder as he continues to tease me.

"Michael please..." I nearly beg.

He slowly pushes his tip inside of me making me gasp, as he grips my leg tightly. The feeling of him inside of me is so strong that I felt I could faint.

He closes his eyes and wraps his arms around me, hugging me as he makes love to me, sliding deeper. Nothing could beat the feeling of when he first pushes himself into my walls.

I try my hardest not to bite on his shoulder, so I keep my lips locked there, planting kisses.

The steam from the hot water of the shower surrounds us, making the moment so much more exotic, intense, and passionate.

He opens his eyes and sees his reflection in the mirror shower doors in front of him, behind me. His eyes roaming my back, the way he his hand is clenched on me, holding me.

"Baby," He breathes, thrusting slowly. "Look." He motions his head to the mirror.

I turn my head to face the mirror, seeing him thrust into me and then he leans in and kisses my neck. His eyes were closed as he devours me there, and seeing that through the mirror was a complete turn on.

I couldn't have had it any better. As long as I was with Michael, that's all I need.

In a swift movement her grabs my other leg lifting me off the shower floor, as I wrap my arms around his neck. His hips pin me to the wall, his movements becoming sharper as I throw my head back moaning uncontrollably.

Oh, Michael..." I moan resting my head onto his shoulder again. He was slowly grinding against my g-spot and it felt so damn good. "Right there, baby. Don't stop..."

"Here?" He pants as he rolls his hips so perfectly against me after every thrust making me cry out in pleasure.

"Oh God!" I whimpers. "Oh my God... Yes... I don't want you to stop." I kiss the wet skin on his right shoulder.

There was no gap between us at all. All twelve inches was inside of me and I feel my orgasm coming to taunt me.

"I'm gonna go..." I moan as I throw my head back so it's against the wall.

"I can feel it." He groans as he thrusts deeper. He looks up at me, meeting eye contact, "Cum for me, baby..." His hand moves down to tease me clit as he moves inside me and my mouth falls open as a result. "Come on..."

The way he's touching me is sending all these electric waves throughout my body, and it's coming from my core. "Fuck!" I hiss as I arch my back to him, releasing myself.

He slows down the pace as I cums, but my walls are hugging and contracting against him and his peak is right around the corner. He watches my chest rise and fall rapidly, trying to recover.

He pulls out of me, with now only one arm holding onto her, plus the support from the wall. He's stroking himself with full speed with the other hand, breathing heavily and loudly.

He doesn't stop until he finally cums on my inner thigh. "Oh my God..." he moans.

We stay like that, holding each other close while I'm still up against the wall, kissing, something we will never get tired of. We were simply enjoying the feeling of our naked bodies pressed against each other as our skin glistened with the water.

He gently presses his forehead against mine, his curls dripping wet, as he closes his eyes breathing heavily.

"I love you..." I whisper softly.

He stays silent slowly opening his eyes staring in my soul.

Before slowly leaning in pressing his lips against mine.

Michael's POV

I slowly walk in the room seeing Tatiana sleeping deeply in bed, her curls still damp. I smile slightly before climbing in bed after her, pulling her in my arms.

"Goodnight, babygirl.." I whisper pressing my lips against her forehead before turning off the light.

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Hope you guys enjoyed! Also while I'm at it....let's take a moment to remember the lovely George Michael.

It's so sad that so many icons from the golden age of music are leaving us. Like that was the time music was real, the style was banging, and it was just a time to be alive without a fear on being different.

AND HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!

xoxoxo,

moonwalkergal