Anika's Point Of View ~

And here it is. It's here. 

The sun. 

The glimpse of this hot, glowing star always means it's the start of a brand new day. It brings a smile to my face. As I know that today will be an amazing one. I slept but not for too long . . not long at all, come to think of it. The adrenaline of it all doesn't seem to have left me. For the memory of our actions last night lingers. Flashes of Michael's body on top of me. The feeling of him inside me, his kisses, his hands on my being . . all over. It hasn't changed - the feeling of my heart not yet slowed down along with the butterflies as they too, can be felt flying all around inside me from the thought alone. 

I look to my right. 

A still sleeping Michael is beside me. After it all, he was exhausted. Falling asleep pretty much straight after. I, immediately scooted myself closer to him in an attempt to be dangerously near him. It was a wish of mine. With a sleepy tone, Michael said to me, to stay with him. A request from him that I am more than happy to grant. I then, watched him sleep, I couldn't help it. I can already hear the word 'creepy' being said from many mouths, many voices . . but I'm not bothered. As I watched him, the sparkle was in my eyes this time. My fingers feeling his skin, outlining his cheek . . hmm and his lips. Gentle touches, of course. I didn't disturb him. I made sure of that. It wasn't done as Michael didn't wake. 

A whisper in my voice. A soft plea with him to not let me go. 

To never do so as I wish to stay with him. Forever. 

But I know what I must do. I have to go back . . to Sydney. Back to Darren. I need to tell him. I need to tell him everything. I will. In time, I will. But for right now, I just want to stay here with Michael . . please. Where it is just him and I. No one else in sight. No one else in mind. 

Because this right here, it's the sweetest place. 

Poor Michael. He must be so tired, so very sleepy. I listen . . hearing his soft breathing as his chest rises and falls. A few strands of his short black hair fall on his forehead, but my fingers move it aside as I wish to see all of him. I can't explain it. He warms my heart completely. At times, setting it on fire . . even. It makes me very aware that I can love someone else so much. That I can be in love with someone else . . and that person for me, is Michael. I feel like a little kid in a lollie store or a young school girl looking at her very first crush. I feel it still, my heart. Beating fast . . some beats skipped. His milk white skin looks gorgeous as the sun shines on it, through the window, through the white curtains. Michael's now laying on his back, having moved in his sleep. The bed sheets around him, pooled at his lower stomach. One arm lay across his stomach with the other above his head. 

His looks so peaceful. 

So very beautiful. 

A time when I feel like I must protect him. From what exactly? . . I'm not really sure. It's just a feeling I have for reasons unknown. I hear a voice in my head, it's mine. But this time, I'm saying for Michael to stay. So Michael, wake up . . and stay with me. I do it again, I can't seem to ever stop myself. I want to touch him. I must. My hand on his stomach, the bend of my fingers to then allow my fingernails to gently graze his soft skin. His skin is so delicate. To feel it again, it's a feeling that I have been without for far too long. However, this time. I hear a sound come from Michael. Like he is taking a big breath in. He moves slightly and then his eyes flutter open. 

Oh, there they are. 

As he looks at me, I see the sparkle there once more as I feel it never leaves. A sleepy smile on his face. I have missed him. Even though he hasn't left. Just staying still and silent as he slept. 

"Hi . . how'd you sleep, Anika? . . " 

He asks softly, rubbing his eyes. 

I smile. Blushing, even. Why am I? Michael just has that power, I suppose. My shoulders mentally shrug as I can't think of any other possible explanation. 

"I slept fine, thank you Michael . . " 

I say. But knowing all too well that I didn't sleep for very long at all. I blame my mind, for it's inability to just . . stop. Michael sits up to lean against the headboard. His short hair messy. It's so cute. I can't help but to giggle on sight of it. I straddle his lap, biting my lip as I'm very much aware we are both still naked from last night. My arms around his neck. The sun warm on our skin. I look at him and I don't look away. I don't wish to. I want to look at him for all time. Michael looks down, knowing himself that we have no clothes on yet. Our privates so close to one another. I lean forward slowly, to his lips. As I wish to capture them with mine. My arms unwrapping themselves from his neck to travel just underneath his jaw and on the top of his neck. I don't say anything once the kiss is broken. 

It isn't needed. 

The stare I am giving Michael says it all. That is his cue - he looks to his right, the top drawer opened now. Pulling out yet another condom. His fingers do the job of opening it while his eyes look at mine. I won't change my mind. No way. I want this . . so fucking badly. I hop off Michael for him to place the condom on but I'm back straddling his lap once again quick enough. I feel my heart continue to pound as I imagine it. My pussy throbbing as I lift myself up. Hands resting on Michael's shoulders now . . ugh, I am so ready for this. I am craving it. 

He's in, all of him. 

As I sink down . . the feeling, ugh. Fuck! It's amazing. I close my eyes straight away. I am totally overwhelmed by it. It's within a matter of seconds, our breathing increases. The warmth of the sun makes the room so hot . . makes us heat up so much quicker. 

I said it before but I feel, I have lied. This is the sweetest place. 

The sweetest feeling. 

"Oh . . oh . . " 

I moan out softly as I snap my head back, moving up and down on him. Michael's large hands resting on my hips, his eyes burning into me. He feels incredible . . always. Ugh. Oh my god! My sweet spot is just being tickled over and over again. I'm dizzy, I'm in completely heaven. It's leaving me breathless. 

"Hmm . . oh Michael . . " 

"That's it, Anika. Feel me, baby . . " 

Michael's voice soft yet raspy. My breasts bouncing faster and faster, matching my movements. He takes a hold of them both in his large hands. I slow down once I see this. Michael kisses them, everywhere. Just all over. Then, taking one nipple into his mouth . . then the other. Those eyes of his on me as he does all of this. Grabbing them again, gently squeezing them. His hands remain on my breasts as I begin to speed up again. But then, one hand is suddenly disengaged from one of my breasts. He brings it down . . down more, to my open and very wet pussy. His fingers flicker, playing with my pussy lips. I can't take this. I can't, ugh. My eyes close as my hands try to grab onto something. 

Anything. 

"Oh . . Michael. Oh my god, baby . . " I moan, breathlessly. 

"Your almost there, Anika. I know you are . . " 

My arms around his neck, securely. I keep moving, bouncing. He's right. I am almost there. So close. So fucking close. Then, I finish. My body goes limp. I fall forward onto Michael. My forehead on his shoulder as my arms have come loose from around his neck - one hand on his chest while the other is beside me. Michael finishes too, the condom filled up. 

"Anika? Anika, you okay? . . " 

Michael asks softly. I lift my head from off his shoulder. Hair everywhere. I give him a hand, brushing a few strands of hair away from my face. A tired smile comes from us both. I nod. That is all I can do right now. 

"Yeah, I'm . . I'm okay, Michael . . " 

I lean down to peck his lips. Wow. That was . . wow. I see a raise in one of Michael's eyebrows, a cheeky smile upon his face. 

"Pancakes? . . " He asks. 

to be continued.