Olivia's Point Of View ~ 

I hear Michael let out a husky groan as I sink down on his thick cock, taking him as deep as I can. I moan as he completely stretches me. I'm straddling his lap, facing him and looking far into his chocolate brown eyes. I tilt my head back in complete ecstasy. 

"Oh . . Michael . . hmm . . " 

A whispery tone in my voice. My arms are wrapped securely around his neck. 

He places his hands on my waist and I feel him pull me down on him gently, urging my body to take more and more of him. 

"Deeper, baby girl . . " He groans.

I begin to bounce up and down on him as beads of sweat drip down our scorching naked bodies. I take him a centimetre at a time, until at last . .  I have accepted all of him inside of me. 

"Now you have all of me, baby" Michael groans huskily into my ear. 

His hot tongue licking my heated skin there. I moan through heavy eyelids, his fingertips tracing up and down slowly along my spine, making me shudder. 

"Keep riding me, my beautiful girl" He whispers in my ear once again. 

And I do just that. Moving on him faster and faster, up and down and back and forth. Something about this moment is quiet beautiful . . it's only casual but in a somewhat strong sense extremely real. Michael brings one of his large, veiny hands to my breast, gently kneading it . . then attaching his mouth to it, sucking and planting soft kisses upon it. His curls that rest on his forehead, drip with sweat onto my heaving chest as his head rests there. I gently place my hands on the back of his head while his mouth is at my breast. I flutter my eyes closed in bliss. He's making me feel so amazing. I feel my orgasm ripple through my pleasured body, making me cry out . . 

But Michael doesn't stop, he picks up the pace . . 

Moving his hips along with mine as I ride him. He groans loudly, quickly flipping me over on my back, catching me completely off guard as he places me gently on the floor by the fireplace. Michael's on top of me. His thrusts becoming hard and faster, his hips moving perfectly as his rock hard length tickles that sweet spot inside of me again and again. I whimper softly underneath him. 

"Mi . .Michael, baby . . I need to . . I . . I'm going to . . " I say slowly. 

This mind blowing experience is making me lose my mind. I can't see straight, I can't think straight . . I can't even speak. He leans down, burying his face in the crock of my neck, my arms clinging around his neck. He lifts his head up, his sweaty cheek brushing against mine in the process. His lips connecting with mine, a passionate kiss takes over. Easing my severe craving to release. Michael free's our lips, bringing them to my ear . . 

"Shh . . shh . . I know baby, please cum for me . . " 

His warm breath lingers on my earlobe. Michael lowers his body more onto mine. My bottom lip drags over his damp shoulder. My legs wrapping around his waist tightly. His thrusts, slow and hard alternating. My eyes become heavy, closing them from the raging pleasure and ecstasy. I can hear my wetness as he slides in and out of my socked heat so easily. It's erotic. 

I suddenly begin chanting his name slowly and softly as I feel my orgasm coming . . 

"Michael . . Michael . . Oh god, yes! Michael . . Michael, baby . . " 

He bites down on his bottom lip and I toss my head back in blissful pleasure. It's overwhelming almost . . I came. 

My body shaking violently, panting loudly underneath Michael. I relax . . feeling limp, worn out. I close my eyes, still lying on my back. I feel him brush some of my hair away from my flushed cheeks, leaning down to connect his lips with mine in a steamy, passionate kiss. I just lay there, wrapping my arms around his neck, occasionally running my fingers through his damp curls. 

But Michael slides back inside of me . . stretching me once again. 

I whimper into his mouth. My god. Michael is huge. His thrusts are slow and deep this time, withdrawing from me, his tip staying inside of me then pushing the rest of him back in, continuing his slow pace. I whisper softly . . 

"Yes. Oh Michael . . "

I flutter my eyes open, seeing Michael hovered over me, his eyes on mine already. The only noise to be heard throughout the room is the sound of my wetness as Michael's still rock hard cock goes in and out of me and the crackle of the fire still burning beside us, setting an intimate mood almost instantly. Michael's thrusts quicken suddenly. Making me go over the edge again, my eyes drifting shut . . arching my back, letting my stomach rub gently against Michael's. I feel his balls slap against me. My excitement is building again, letting out little whimpers in his ear. His strokes becoming fast and harder now again and again.

"Ohhh Michael . . again, baby? oh my god . . " 

I pant. One of my arms disconnects from around Michael's neck, bringing my hand down and dragging it along his hot skin and resting my palm against his sweaty chest.

"Michael . . ohhhh babeeeee"

I release. Hard. Exploding all over Michael's cock as he still sits inside of me. Releasing a loud groan as he comes himself. 

Wow. Fuck. 

My arms sticking like glue around his neck. My whole body shaking viciously as I calm down from my second orgasm tonight caused by my best friend. Heavy pants discharge from our lips. The room smelling of sweat and sex. After a few minutes, Michael lifts up his head from the crock of my neck, he's trembling, still breathing heavy. 

"Olivia, baby? . . " He says suddenly. 

I get the strength to open my eyes, looking directly into his. I'm dizzy, my body becomes loose. Michael's naked, wet chest is right above me, rising and falling. I lift one of my shaking hands, placing it on Michael's forehead . . brushing his curls aside. My other hand is sitting above my head. 

"Yes, Michael . . " Whispering. In a daze.

" . . you okay? . . " He asks me sweetly. 

"Yeah, I'm okay . . just tired now" I say giggling.

"Olivia . . I need to tell you something" . . 

I put my hand on his cheek. I feel him tense up a little. He looks worried but I don't know what about. I hope that nothing is troubling him. I wonder what's on his mind. 

"What is it Michael?  . . " I ask. 

Not meaning too but I feel myself begin to drift off. I feel him lean down to kiss my forehead. 

" . . nothing, baby. Don't worry . . " He assures me. 

Michael is still sitting inside of me, but he pulls out. Making me gasp quietly, he puts a reassuring hand on my cheek. Taking off the used condom and placing it on the coffee table near him. 

Michael's Point Of View ~

I return to Olivia's gorgeous naked body. Her goddess features are seen faintly through the glowing of the fire, as she lays near it. Her soft skin still damp from our passionate encounter just moments ago. She's just an angel. A gorgeous women in my eyes. 

Simple. 

Her head is turned slightly, facing me. Her body, resembling a dancers body. That long, wavy brown hair of hers is spiralled across the floor. Wishing I could look into those piercing green eyes that she has. I crawl over to her, looking down at her sleeping silhouette, my hands on either side of her head.

"Olivia? . . " I whisper.

Her eyebrows rise slightly but her eyes remain closed. 

"Hmm . . " 

A smile forms on the corner of my mouth. My eyes can't help but to scan over her tiny frame once again as she lies exhausted yet peaceful underneath me. I look at her smooth thighs. Her breasts and all the way up to her little button nose. I lean down. My lips coming down to her ear, talking with a whisper as not to startle her from her sleep.

"Sleep my angel, I'm still her. I'm not going anywhere . . " 

I lay down on my back next to her, staring into the black ceiling above. Startled a little on hearing her sweet voice. 

"Michael, baby . . can you hold me? . . " 

I lift my arm up. She scoots over to me immediately, resting her head on my chest and I wrap my other arm around her naked body. She falls asleep instantly. I just lay there with her in my arms, listening to her breathing becoming slow and calm.

Oh how I love this girl. How much I'm in love with her. 

to be continued.