Allie's Point Of View ~ 

The elevator doors open up for us. Michael and I walk inside hand in hand, along with a body guard that follows behind us. He stops, standing by the elevator as it closes. His arms behind his back as he stands up straight. He nods at us once Michael looks back at him. 

"Mr Jackson . . Ms Thomas . . " He says politely to us both. 

"Thank you, Charles . . " Michael says. 

Michael takes my hand once again . . butterflies in my stomach, heart pounding out of my chest. Just yearning to have him. I can already see it. Michael is on top of me, fucking me so damn well. We walk into our hotel bedroom. Michael closes the bedroom door once we are both inside. I turn around, hungrily kissing him. He kisses me back the same way. 

Fuck! I am craving Michael. 

I feel his large hand just under my chin, sprinkling soft kisses upon my neck. I'm on my tippy toes to match Michael's height, his other arm is wrapped securely around my waist . . ensuring I stay as close as possible to him. My eyes rolling back as I feel his lips on my skin. Michael knows, neck kisses turn me on so fucking easily. His black curls out and everywhere . . gorgeous. I inhale his scent as I cling onto his shirt as he continues to kiss me. I undo one button, another button before I find myself ripping his shirt open. Michael's dancer body before me. His skin . . so soft underneath my fingertips. His vitiligo seen here and there, small patches that he isn't hiding from me . . he knows that I don't care about it. 

I find it so beautiful. 

I moan softly as Michael is still kissing my neck. My arms come up and around his neck, still on my tippy toes . . our breathing is loud, it's so intense. 

"Michael baby, can you please fuck me already?! . . " 

I say, a breathless whisper. Michael's voice is deep, so husky. His eyes looking deeply at mine. I feel as if he's looking right into my soul. He picks me up, saying nothing. I wrap my legs around his waist. I feel him walk a few steps and I know it . . I'm laying on the bed. Laying on my back watching as Michael takes his open shirt off completely. He throws it mindlessly onto the floor. he opens his side draw, pulling out a condom and puts it on. As he does so, his eyes never leave mine. It feels as if his stare is going to burn through me, his touch feels as if he is going to set me on fire. He's now on top of me. 

Completely naked. 

His lips attach to mine, our kiss is passionate. I'm aching for him. It's the thought of him finally inside of me. Oh fuck! Yes, it's that thought. Along with the feeling of his touch on my heated skin, the sound of his voice. Hm, there is no focus anymore, no anchor . . all there is, is desire for him. He is my drug. One touch, one look . . ugh, Michael is just so incredibly intoxicating. His lips still on mine, my hands on his chest as he does so. Kissing him back, feeling one of Michael's large hands explore my body as I lay underneath him. He grabs hold of my dress, lifting it up for it to fall gracefully folded at my stomach . . fingers sneak past my black lace underwear as I then feel two fingers inside me suddenly. I moan out softly. His other hand still exploring all of my form. It feels as if Michael's hands have a mind of their own, as they have their way with my body. His face is buried in my neck . . kisses all over my skin there. His fingers pumping me . . slowly. His other hand comes up, taking a gentle hold of my hand . . our fingers intertwine with mine as his glides it along the sheet until it's above my head now . . same with the other. That hand, those fingers meet my body once again . . roaming around before it rests on my thigh. His other hand, still in my heat. 

"Hmm Michael . . ugh, baby . . " I moan out softly. 

His kisses on my neck turn into sucking, causing my eyes to roll to the back of my head. Those two fingers of is still pumping me. Going faster and faster, teasing me completely and making me so wet and ready. Fuck! How this man touches me. His free hand coming back up, holding my hands above my head by gently placing his palm on my wrists. His lips and fingers driving me crazy. Our lips dancing together again, my body yearning for him even more now. His lips back on my neck. 

"Please Michael . . let me touch you . . " I plead to him softly, breathlessly. 

He says nothing as I feel his palm leave my wrists. His eyes look into mine sharply, biting his lip before he is to say anything. He doesn't speak, nothing said . . not yet. He stops. his fingers out of my aching heat suddenly. Flipping us over, I am straddling his waist now. Michael is sitting with his legs bent at the knee, legs on either side of him. My arms around his neck, my eyes turning seductive to match Michael's as we continue to look into each others. His fingers slowly pulling up my dress. I giggle softly, knowing. I slip it off. Michael rips off my underwear and undoes my bra from behind, kissing my shoulder as he does so. I slip my bra off once I feel it undone. He kisses each breast with so much love. 

I'm naked, straddling his lap still. 

One of his hand is on my thigh as the other is holding his hard dick. I look down, saying nothing myself. I lift myself up Michael's lap until his length is inside me, stretching me out completely. My eyes close, head thrown back softly as I feel all of Michael . . finally. 

"Then touch me, my girl . . " 

" . . and feel all of me, baby . . " Michael finally says. It's a soft, husky tone to his voice. 

Ugh, it's sexy. 

I moan out as I move slowly on top of him. Our eyes remaining on each others the entire time, never leaving as he's deep inside me. He is so beautiful, so sexy. He's like the first sip of coffee in the morning, the first day of sunshine after endless rain . . he makes me smile, makes me feel so safe and incredibly loved. And right now, he's just making me feel incredible. Ugh, I'm in complete ecstasy. 

Hmm, fuck! 

He is making me feel such intense pleasure, it's almost overwhelming. Each second that passes, I'm moving faster and faster . . bouncing more and more quickly. My breasts matching my speed, sweat sliding down our hot, naked bodies. 

"Michael . . Michael . . . oh baby . . . oh . . " I moan out, completely breathless. 

My arms around his neck, eyes closed. I feel myself trying to be even closer to him . . more than I already am. I am so addicted to him. I just can't get enough of this gorgeous, talented man. He makes my heart beat a million miles per second and then come to a complete stop . . all at the same time. 

"That's it baby, feel me Allie . . " 

" . . ugh, I love you my sexy girl . . " 

Michael's husky voice invades my ear, his lips on my neck as I continue to bounce on him . . faster and faster. Hmm fuck! I feel fucking incredible. 

"Michael . . Mi . . hmm baby . . . " 

I can't take it anymore. I release. Surrendering to him once again. Michael does the same seconds later. 

Fuck! 

Our breathing is heavy, skin shining with sweat. My arms around his neck, my head is tilted low as Michael's is even lower . . my finger underneath his chin to raise his head. His eyes on mine before I lock lips with his in a passionate kiss. 

"Hmm . . " Is the only source of communication I can make. 

My fingers through his damp curls as they sit just past his shoulders. Our lips seperate . . heavy breathing is heard throughout the bedroom. 

"You okay, Allie? . . " Michael asks me softly. 

I nod, smiling exhausted. 

"I'm okay, Michael . . " I tell him. 

I hop off Michael. Laying next to him, both of us on our backs on the bed. The bed sheet sitting across Michael's waist as its scrunched up in one of his hands, his other hand is above his head. I look to my left to see Michael . . his curls out, some even stuck to his neck. Goddamn! Both my hands on my chest, the bed sheet only scrunched in one. The other now placed upon his cheek. I roll onto my side, facing him. His eyes closed as his chest gently rises and falls. 

" . . are you okay, Michael? . . " I ask him. 

He nods gently. Eyes still closed as his hand comes up, placing it upon mine that sits on his cheek. His eyes open slightly . . his head moves to the side, facing me. 

"Allie, you're sure about being in this short film with me? . . " 

" . . the camera will be on you and once the short film is released, the media will be chasing us even more . . asking you questions- . . " 

I sit up suddenly, causing Michael to stop speaking. I straddle his slim waist. My hands on his chest, fingers gently outlining his patches of vitiligo. I look at him, his eyes already on mine. He looks so worried and I know why he's looks that way. But he has nothing to worry about. 

"I know and it's going to be fine . . " 

" . . I'm going to be fine . . " I tell him gently. 

I smile to him, he smiles back along with a shy giggle before he bites his lip. Cheeky, but so sexy. I lean down, kissing his lips and he kisses me back. Our kiss holds for a few seconds before Michael flips us over again. I'm on my back, legs open and on either side of Michael's body. Hands on his chest as his roam my body . . our eyes focus on nothing else but each others. 

He slides into me slowly. No words spoken, there's no need. 

Our eyes still on each others until I close mine, my head tilted back slightly. I moan out softly as I feel Michael move slowly in and out of me. I open my eyes a little, Michael is right above me, his lips centimetres from my own. He kisses me, I kiss him back as he continues to move in and out of me slowly. Hmm, this feels amazing. He is always so gentle . . this is so beautiful. Michael's stomach touches mine, his arms on either side of my head, fingers in my hair, face buried in my neck. My legs spread wider and wider each second that passes as I feel Michael dick tickle my sweet spot. One of my hands sits on my knee, keeping my legs spread wide while the other sits on his bottom. I'm moaning softly, helplessly underneath Michael as he overtakes my body with this incredible feeling of pleasure and peace. 

Michael goes faster this time . . and faster. 

"Come on baby, cum for me . . " 

" . . cum for me again, my girl . . " 

Whispers in my ear. It's that husky, dark tone that isn't leaving. It's so sexy. And it's working . . sending me over the edge almost. I don't want to though. I don't want this feeling to end. Michael is making me feel fucking amazing. I moan out softly. 

"Not yet Michael . . . please baby . . " 

I'm breathless. His lips attach to mine fiercely, before kisses are placed down my neck . . his hot breath on my skin. Michael is picking up the speed yet again . . faster and faster. 

Ah, fuck!

"Mi . . . Michael . . . ah baby . . " I moan out. 

I finish again, so does Michael. He slows down before coming to a complete stop. His dick still inside me. I feel kisses on my cheeks . . all over my face, slow and soft they are. I open my eyes, almost barely. To see Michael, looking straight at me as he face is right above mine. 

"Don't worry, my girl . . we have forever . . " 

He kisses my damp neck. 

" . . and ever together where I can fuck you and make you feel that amazing, my girl . . " 

Chills down my spine. My hand at the back of Michael's head, fingers scrunched in his curls. He's breathing heaving, same as me. I feel his body relax on top of mine. He is exhausted as am I. My eyes look to the side of me, towards the bed side table to read the clock. 

It's 6am! 

Michael has been fucking me since we left the studio at 6pm . . all night long. 

to be continued.