Michael's Point Of View ~

All I can hear is my heavy breathing. Her sweet, soft moans as she lay underneath me. Her milky skin and full breasts. The way they move as I thrust . . deep inside her. The way she looked today, wearing that tight black dress. Her gorgeous face framed by her tightly long curled hair and her heart stopping physique. 

I couldn't wait.

 I just had to have her. 

But now, we are all alone. I thrust in and out of her repeatedly, hearing her moans as I do so. Our bodies soaked with sweat . . it is hot in our hotel bedroom. Boiling, even. I look down at Allie before I bury my face in her damp neck. 

"Oh . . oh, Michael . . ugh . . " She moans softly. 

Her legs spread wide for me. I lift my head out of the crock of her neck. Her eyes slowly flutter open as I look at her, giving me a tired smile. I thrust faster and faster . . her head falls back along with her eyes closing once again as I do so. Her moans fill the room. My lips attach to her damp neck . . leaving marks. 

"Ugh, god Allie . . " I say, huskily. 

My lips hovering over her neck now. I'm moving back and forth again and again, my eyes staying on her as she lay here for me. Nowhere to go . . helpless and so sexy. She is just feeling me completely. Every single thrust I am making . . every single inch of me. My arms on either side of her head. The bed moving with us. The room seeming to shake, almost seeming to become a blur. Nothing is happening outside this room, it doesn't matter . . it doesn't even exist. 

"Oh . . ugh . . oh baabeeeee . . " 

Her moans becoming more weak . . more soft, almost a whisper. Our skin sticking together. Sweat sliding down before it eventually drips off our boiling bodies and onto the mattress where it will disappear. Our hearts beating between us. I can feel hers for I am so close to her right now. 

I love it. I love this. 

Her arms wrapped around my neck as I continue to dig myself as far as I can into her. I kiss her, my tongue opening her mouth. I moan softly against her lips. I feel myself push her body down tightly, pinning it against the mattress . . against me . . skin to skin. 

No teasing this time. 

She will feel me. All of me. 

I suck on her lower lip, her fingers through my curls. One hand on her breast, thumb on her nipple, kneading it. My lips leave hers suddenly . . skimming down her heated skin until I meet her breast, taking it into my mouth. I'm still thrusting, hard. Getting faster and faster with each passing second. I feel her arms disconnect from my neck, as she thoughtlessly puts them above her head. Allie's moans turning into a whimper. I can't help but to look down at her pussy . . 

A smirk spreading on my lips as I see. 

"You are dripping, my sexy girl . . " 

I tell her, my voice husky. So deep and dark. It's different for me. It's only Allie that can bring it out of me . . only showing itself when I have Allie in such a state. Our bodies are hot . . the bedroom even hotter. It's as hot as the land where Allie was born. Red deserts that stretch on for many miles it seems or the Summer sun beaming down on the sand of a popular beach. 

That is the feeling. 

Fiery. 

However, it is time. I can see it in her face. She is so close. I go as fast as I can, she cries out as she finishes followed by myself doing the same. Breathing is heavy for us both and very constant as the both us come down. 

"Allie? . . " I ask quietly, breathlessly. 

She is in a daze. She is speechless. I shuffle up so that my face in right above hers. I say her name again but in a way that won't startle her. As of now, Allie's mind is not here. She is somewhere else and I love that. I love that I can make her feel that way. One hand on her chest while the other is on her head. Her chest moves up and down viciously as she tries to come back into reality. I kiss her breast, kneading it once again softly as I wait until she is present. My hand then feeling all over her body. Very gently gliding over it, feeling her damp skin as it's still very warm to the touch. 

"Hmm . . " She moans out very softly. 

It's like my ears pricked up to the first sound out of her mouth since she finished. My eyes on her being immediately . . my face back over hers. She looks at me this time, a very tired smile is shown to me. I lean down to kiss her, she kisses me back. I shove my face into her neck, scattering numerous kisses there. I feel her arms around my neck . . it's a very weak hold but it's one that makes me very aware of her enervated condition right now. It makes me want to protect her. To leave my body on top of hers forever to ensure she is sheltered away from everything outside. I hear her moan out very softly once again . . responding to my kisses. 

"You okay, my girl? . . " I ask her gently, against the skin of her neck. 

It's still so breathless. But I hear her voice again. How I have missed it. 

" . . I'm okay, Michael . . " She responds. 

Her fingers brushing my curls away before that hand is placed gently on my cheek. 

"I'm so sleepy, baby . . " She tells me, giggling afterwards. 

Her body still underneath mine, her legs spread and on either side of me. My dick still sitting inside of her. I lean down once again, kissing her. It's a passionate kiss, a slow kiss this time. She kisses me back. I nod my head . . hearing myself giggle after her last statement. She is sleepy, she seems it very much so. I hope I didn't go too fast . . too hard. But I couldn't help it. As she was acting in the short film that she didn't want me, that I wanted her but she wouldn't let me too close to her. I am making up for that. She way she looked. Ugh, she is just too sexy. 

Goddess . . my goddess.  

I pull out of her pussy slowly, taking off my condom. Discarding of it quickly and without a second thought. I see Allie drifting in and out as I do so . . wanting to sleep. I lay on the bed, my back on the mattress this time. She comes right into me. Her head on my chest and her arm across my stomach. I hear as her breathing slows right down, her body calm. I am no longer able to feel her heart pounding like it was before. I run my fingers through her hair as she lay on me then bringing my hand down along her arm as it lay across my stomach. My fingers looking at hers before I run mine along gently. 

I'm thinking. Thinking about many things at once. 

What if Allie being in my short film has put more of a target on her? Stories made up about her . . and all because of me. More stories . . many more. I am worried about that. So worried. About tomorrow, the day after that . . and I can't help but to be concerned. I am just waiting to see what is said. I'm anxious, I'm scared. I must protect Allie from it all. It's something I must do. The short film is being released tonight . . possibly already. Allie is asleep. It's always at times when Allie is absent, when she is at peace that I love the most. Because she isn't seeing what the world is saying about her. About us. It is just her and I and she is away from the world. She is with me and she is safe. 

My fingers scratch across her arm softly, not leaving any kind of mark behind. Like a ghost, almost. I look at her fingers once again. 

A smile on my lips. 

to be continued.