Michael's Point Of View ~ 

I open my eyes slowly, my head moving to the right of me. I look towards the window of our top floor apartment. The white silk curtain hangs carelessly yet beautifully in front of it as the shine of the sun makes a halo around it, trying to expose it's full self. 

I feel Allie's head on my chest, her leg draped over a single leg of mine as well as her petite body snuggled up against me. These fingertips can't help but to explore her . . feeling her smooth skin, hair beautifully tangled around my fingers. Her body gently rising and falling as she breathes. I can hear her breathes, it's an almost silent sound. 

She's so peaceful right now.

How did I get so damn lucky to have found this girl? 

I made love to her all night long, only falling asleep an hour or two before daylight from complete and utter exhaustion. I just couldn't get enough of her. I can't get enough of her. I was tired after performing last night but she just ignites this energy within me. I don't know how she does it . . she's so incredible. 

I smile to myself as my mind wonders . . 

. . back to that night that I met Allie. 

She really loves me. For me, there is no question about that. I know she does. She came on stage and I remember looking at her as she came running towards me onstage. I just thought she is absolutely stunning. There was something about her that made me think, I have to talk to this young women again after the show is over. I have to get to her again . . I just have to. 

She stirs softly in her sleep. Making a quiet 'hmm' in her state of slumber. 

God help me. I want to wake her up and make love to her again and again. All day long. But I won't . . I want to but I really shouldn't. I will let her sleep, my poor girl. These fingertips oh so gently grazing over her smooth skin so it's not to disturb her. 

I have images flash before me from last night. My hands all over her naked body, her breasts, thighs, kissing her hungrily. Her legs spread open for me as her tiny body lay beneath me. The sound of her sweet moans and the whisper of her voice saying my name as I thrusted into her over and over and over again. 

Ugh. The way she makes me feel . . 

. . wait, that's it. 

I sit up slowly from the bed. Hearing a soft and sleepy 'Michael' as I do so. I scoot my body away, placing her head gently on a pillow nearby. Now standing up, I lean in . . placing a kiss upon her forehead, moving a strand of hair away from her face. 

"Allie, please go back to sleep . . " I tell her gently. 

She does. Closing her eyes, her body peaceful once again. Bathrobe in hand, I throw it on me. Covering my naked body. I make my way to the kitchen in the other room. The water tap blasting, water fleeing. But the kettle catches any other escapees . . filling the jug right up to the 'max' mark along with the light once the button is pressed indicating boiling is now happening. Walking towards the window, pulling the white silk curtains aside. It's almost deafening as I hear many of my lovely fans screaming out my name. Those screams then turning into chanting. 

I'm looking out, it's a sea of people it feels. 

I open the window . . 

. . just my arm out, as I wave to all my fans that stand below. 

I hear screams as I do so. 

I close the window afterwards. The screams are faint but still heard. I love my fans, I really do love them so much. But it's just I wish I could open a window and hear nothing but . . nature. The sound of birds chirping and singing good morning to each other. To just look out a window for a period of time to hear the sound of the wind gently blowing, to see the sun shining . . feeling the warmth it brings. It really is the simple things for me. The things that other people take for granted. I mean it's sweet and I feel like I shouldn't complain . . 

I take a deep breathe . . 

. . well, it's part of the work I always say. 

I hear the jug finish boiling, making my way back towards the kitchen. My hand reaching up high to retrieve a mug from the cupboard above. A tune is suddenly in my mind as I pour the hot water from the kettle into my mug. Allie is in my head and the lyrics are just pouring out of me. Mug in hand, I walk almost running into the joined lounge room. Frantically almost, I search for a pen . . pencil . . anything that will allow me to write this all down so it's out of my mind and onto something that I can come back to. 

Pen now in between the fingers of my right hand, hovering over the piece of paper. Allie is on my mind. And I just begin to write, it's that simple for me sometimes. 

'The way you make me feel. You really turn me on . . '

I begin to sing quietly to myself. Like an acapella of how it is sounding in my mind. 

'You knock me off my feet. My lonely days are gone . . '

I take a sip from my coffee, looking at what I just wrote. My eyes skimming down the paper. Wow. If only Allie knew how much I love her, it's crazy how much I do. How much she inspires me. I stop and think for a little bit, sips taken of my coffee. I write something down once again, singing acapella as I do so. 

'Hey pretty baby, with the high heels on. You give me fever like I've never, ever known . . ' 

'You're just a product of loveliness. I like the grove of your walk, your talk, your dress . . ' 

I stop writing once again, looking at what I have just written down. I believe I have a new song. Hmm what should I call this new song of mine? Oh, I've got it . . 

'The Way You Make Me Feel' 

I stand up, leaving the paper and pen there as I make my way back towards the bedroom. I lean against the doorway of the bedroom, just staring at her while she still sleeps. She is so gorgeous. She is just so peaceful right now. I walk towards the side of the bed, her side where she lays. Sitting down on the edge of the bed. Allie is facing me as she lays on her side. My body is turned at the hips, the back of my index finger brushes her cheek. 

She stirs. 

I lean down, my lips kissing on her neck this time. Her eyes flutter open as I sit back up and look down at her. She smiles, closing her eyes again as she speaks. 

" . . hey baby, you're awake . . " She says in a whisper. 

I nod. She knows I'm not the best sleeper. Some nights, I never sleep. After a show or not. I suffer from insomnia . . it's absolutely terrible. Allie's eyes open and are on me. Her hand lifts up, gently grazing over my chest. I look down, seeing my vitiligo as I have the white bathrobe left untied and open. I was always covering myself from Allie. I would put makeup on as soon as I would wake up each morning but this time . . I didn't. I did it for Allie. Because she always tells me, tries her best to reassure me . . that she is not grossed out by my skin disorder. She never was and never will be, she says. It's just apart of me and she loves me so . . she loves it, that's how she says it. It's still a struggle for me. I want to cover up and hide my skin but I'm trying not to for Allie. 

" . . you're not wearing any makeup this morning to cover it up from me. I can see your vitiligo" 

I put my head down, in shame. 

But Allie lifts up my head, her finger under my chin. Eyes on each others. Her fingers fall from my chin back down to my chest . . onto my vitiligo. 

" . . it's so beautiful, Michael" She tells me in a whisper, her face lighting up as she smiles. 

I can't help it, that's it. 

My hand placed on the side of her face. I lean in, kissing her passionately. She kisses me back. It's a kiss that is unexpected to her but one that she accepts. I feel her arms wrap around my neck, my body on top of hers now. Her legs spread, on either side of me. I rip off the thin bed sheet that in prisoners that gorgeous body of hers. I hear her moan as I do this. Her body finally free . . she's already naked. My hands gently placed on both of her breaths, kissing them both. My tongue playing with her erect nipples. One of my hands suddenly leaving one of her breasts, grazing down her stomach  . . meeting her pussy. 

I waste no time. 

Plunging two fingers into her heat, gently yet forcefully. Damn, she's already soaking. 

"Ah Michael . . hmm baby . . " I hear Allie moan out. 

My fingers pumping in and out of her. Her moans getting louder and louder as I do so. I take my mouth off her breast . . bringing it to her heat. I take my fingers out of her, replacing it with my mouth. Her legs wide for me . . my tongue playing with her clit now. 

"Oh my gosh, Michael . . hmm baby . . " She moans. 

My hands come up and rest upon her breasts once again as I continue to please her with my tongue. My eyes looking seductively up at her, watching her reaction. I see her chest rising and falling rapidly, every now and again she bites her lip. Damn girl. 

Her arms are up over her head. She's just laying there, accepting my passionate contact. Her softs moans . . ugh it's the sweetest sound. 

"Michael . . I'm going . . hmm baby, I'm going to cum . . " She tell me. 

"Let it happen, Allie . . cum for me baby . . " I say against her heat. 

A few seconds later, she releases. Her sweet juices all over the bottom of the bed. I lean back into her heat, licking up her juices. I look back up at her . . her body limp as I crawl up to her. I'm hovering over her now, looking straight at her. I feel as if my eyes have changed, feeling as if they have some kind of darkness to them. I just can't get enough of this girl. 

She's too beautiful, too damn sexy. 

My lips floating over her for a few seconds, before I kiss her passionately. Allowing Allie to taste herself. I break the kiss, Allie still laying there, still coming back from her huge release. I sit up now, taking off my bathrobe exposing my naked body, throwing it onto the floor beside the bed. I reach over to the bedside table, pulling out a condom. I slid it onto my erect dick. Laying on top of Allie once again. Her legs spread wide still for me, my hand going back down to her heat. She's still so damn wet. She's ready for what I have in store. 

I slide into her. 

"Ah . . oh babeeeeeee . . " She moans out in complete pleasure. 

My hands holding her wrists, keeping her hands above her head. I'm now all in. I thrust hard into her. Going so hard into her. The bed moving with us, our bodies dripping with sweat. 

"Ugh, hmm Michael . . " She moans, but a breathless one. 

"Allie, you feel so damn good. So wet and warm for me baby . . " I say, breathless also. 

My lips on her neck. I let go of her wrists, she immediately grabs my face. Kissing me in a dangerously lustful way. I kiss her back. The room feels like it's on fire. But it's just our bodies, sweat sliding down us. I thrust into her, continuing to go hard and fast into her heat. She breaks the kiss suddenly causing me to look at her. Her eyes rolled into the back of her head. 

I love seeing her like this. She's so sexy when she's completely defenceless against me. When she just lays there . . in utter ecstasy from my touches. 

Allie's Point Of View ~

Fuck! He is fucking me so damn good! 

" . . Michael . . ugh, baby . . I . . " 

I can't even speak. God, he fucks me so good. My eyes rolled back. I feel as if I'm floating. I feel as if Michael has many hands, touching me everywhere. Many mouths, kissing and sucking all over me. I feel his mouth on my neck and with a wolflike sharpness, I feel his teeth sink into me. Gently biting my skin there. 

I moan out helplessly, enjoying every second of it. 

"Michael . . I'm going to - . . " 

Before I can even finish my sentence, he tells me . . 

"No baby, not yet. I'm not finished with you yet" He says, his voice dark and husky. 

I attempt to look at him, he's a little blurry though. Sweat continuing to drip off us. He looks at me, still thrusting in and out of me. His eyes dark. 

Suddenly he pulls out and flips me over. I'm now lying on my stomach. He smacks me on the bum, spreading my legs apart once again for him. I feel him easily slid back into me from behind. My hands having a ball of the bed sheet in each. He's standing behind me, hard thrusts . . ugh damn baby . . he's so damn amazing. My breasts moving with his thrusts . . sweat dripping off my chin and onto the bed. I look to the side of me, right at Michael. His dancer body in my view . . his  black curls out and everywhere, some sticking to his face and neck. 

Drop dead gorgeous! 

I hear his husky, very low voice . . 

"Ugh Allie, baby . . I'm almost there . . " He tells me. 

" . . hmmm me too Michael . . " 

We cum together. Nothing is heard expect our intense breathing. My arms shaking, I lay down on my back . . Michael does the same. Next to me on the bed, our skin is wet. 

My mind has been completely blown by the King! 

Michael opens his arms for me, I scoot over to him . . head on his chest. I feel as if we are stuck together. I sit up and look at him, kissing him. He kisses me back. 

Suddenly our room phone rings, causing us to break our kiss. 

"Ugh . . " I say. 

Michael giggles. 

He leans over, a soft

"Hello, this is Michael . . " 

It's silent for a few seconds as Michael listens to the voice on the other end. I can faintly make out what this person is saying to him. My eyes go wide as I hear. 

'Your mother, Mrs Jackson is on the line for you, Michael . . ' 

to be continued.