Synopsis: You and Michael had been married for six months now, the marriage life has been everything the two of you hoped. Your bond has grown stronger with time, but Michael wants to a bit further with you.
There you and Michael were, stretched out on the lawn of the home you two shared, just stargazing in comfortable silence. The night felt calm, the kind that made everything slow down, like the world wasn't in a hurry anymore.
Looking back, it always felt like you two were meant to find each other. Ever since you met in '78, there had been something between you, something you couldn't quite explain, but could definitely feel.
It wasn't until the summer of '81 that Michael finally told you how he felt. And from that moment on, you stayed by his side through everything, through the good days, the hard ones, and all the in-between moments that made it real.
Then one day, he got on one knee in front of the whole family and asked you to be his wife. Of course you said yes. Emotions surged through the both of you as the family cheered.
Now here you are, married to each other and happier than ever.
"I love the stars, they remind me of you," Michael said softly, tilting his head back to admire the night sky before turning to look at you. The glow of the moonlight caught his features as he smiled.
Heat rushed to your cheeks when you noticed the way he was looking at you. "Oh please," you said, rolling your eyes playfully as you tried to hide your smile.
He laughed under his breath and shook his head. "Honest!" he said, his smile only widening as his eyes stayed locked on yours.
You grinned slyly at him, "Well, I'm very flattered you think of me that way, Mikey." You spoke gently, your voice warm with amusement.
"I always will." He Stated Softly, taking your hand in his before pressing a gentle kiss to it.
Every time you and Michael touched—whether it was a kiss, a hug, or even the way he smiled at you—sent a wave of warmth through you and left your stomach fluttering. There was something about that always made you feel completely undone.
Especially that little lip bite he always did whenever he smiled or smirked, it never failed to send your thoughts spiraling in ways you tried your best to hide.
The way he moved on stage had the same effect, effortlessly drawing your attention and leaving you speechless every single time.
A comfortable silence settled between the two of you, the kind that needed no words. Michael broke it after a moment, turning to look at you first as if gathering his thoughts.
"Y/N... can I tell you something?" he asked quietly, his voice soft against the air. He turned toward you, his expression gentle yet serious.
"Of course you can, baby," you said, giving him a warm look, squeezing his hand gently.
He held your gaze for a moment, searching your eyes as if making sure you understood every word before he said it. "You know I love you, right?" He asked, tone full of sincerity.
A small smile tugged on your lips. "Of course, I do." You said softly.
Michael looked down for a second, a shy smile forming on his face as he hesitated briefly, almost nervous—something that only made the moment more tender. Then he looked up at you again. "I think...I wanna show you how much I do tonight," he spoke truthfully.
You were a bit taken aback by what he was saying right now. You knew what he was hinting at, but it still shocked you a little.
You let out a small, soft chuckle. "What do you mean, Michael?"
He exhaled softly, his eyes never leaving yours. There was no rush in him—just honesty, and a quiet kind of vulnerability that softened his expression.
"I mean..." he started gently, his voice deepen a bit. "I wanna make love to you...in every way. I've thought about it for a while, but I didn't wanna rush anything. I wanted it to feel right...and for you to be ready."
His thumb brushed lightly over your hand as he spoke, like he was grounding himself in the moment with you.
You felt a wave of relief settle over you for two reasons: You were on the same page, and more than that, he had respected you enough to consider your feelings first. It only reminded you of how much of a gentleman he was, and you loved that about him, which was only a turn on for you.
"The little things you do really turn me on. Even if it's not in a physical way," he said boldly. "The way you carry yourself, your demeanor, even down to your clothes...it just makes me admire you even more...it makes the feeling stronger." He spoke boldly.
You took in his words, then a thought crossed your mind.
You smirked, a playful glint in your eyes as you stepped closer to him. "Well...what's taking you so long?" Your voice dropped to a low, sultry whisper. "Do you wanna show how much you appreciate me...or not?"
Michael gave a smirk back.
Without further ado, Michael's hands were on you. He lifted you off the ground like you weighed nothing, pulling you close against his body. The kiss was immediate, deep, urgent, and full of pent-up desire. You moaned softly into his mouth as you wrapped your arms tightly around his neck, kissing him back just as passionately, your fingers tugging at his hair.
He laid you down gently on the king-sized bed, the soft mattress dipping under your weight. The room was dimly lit by moonlight filtering through the large windows, casting a glow over everything. He hovered above you for a moment, his eyes dark with intent as he brushed your hair from your face.
For a long moment he just looked at you, his eyes warm and soft in the moonlight. "You okay?" he whispered, voice low and reassuring.
When you nodded, he smiled, that quiet, affectionate smile, and leaned down to kiss you. It was slow and tender, his lips moving gently against yours like he had all the time in the world. One of his hands cradled the side of your face, thumb caressing your cheek, while the other rested lightly at your waist.
He shifted carefully over you, keeping most of his weight on his forearms so he wouldn't press you down too heavily. His lips trailed softly from your mouth to your jaw, then lower to the side of your neck, placing light kisses along your skin.
"You smell so good," he murmured against your throat, the words barely louder than a breath. His hand slipped under the hem of your top, fingertips gliding slowly over your bare skin, warm and gentle as they traced the curve of your waist and ribs. Every touch was steady, giving you time to relax into it.
He lifted his head to look at you again, eyes searching yours. "We can go as slow as you want," he said softly, pressing a gentle kiss to your neck, then another to the tip of your collarbone. "Just tell me what feels good. I wanna make you feel right tonight."
"Michael..." Your voice came out soft. "Just fuck me. Please." You pleaded.
He smirked at you request, he took his time undressing you, savoring every inch he revealed. His hands slid beneath your shirt, slowly peeling it upward, his fingertips grazing your skin as he pulled it over your head and let it fall. Then came your bra.
He unclasped it with intentional care, drawing the straps down your arms so slowly it felt like a caress. When the black lace finally slipped away, his gaze settled on your bare breasts with open reverence.
"So beautiful..." he murmured.
He cupped them gently in both hands, thumbs circling your nipples in slow, teasing strokes until they tightened under his touch. Leaning down, he pressed a lingering, open-mouthed kiss to the soft curve of one breast, then another, letting his minty breath fan across your skin.
His tongue traced a sluggish path before he brought your nipple into his mouth, sucking with slow, sensual pressure while his hand continued to knead and caress the other.
The warmth of his mouth, the wet glide of his tongue sent sparks of pleasure through you. He groaned softly against your skin, the vibration humming through your body as he switched sides, giving the same devoted attention to your other breast. His free hand trailed lower, fingertips dancing along your stomach and slipping just beneath the waistband of your pants, teasing without rushing.
He lifted his head, lips shiny and slightly swollen, his heavy eyes locked on yours. "I could spend all night tasting you," he panted, voice heavy with arousal. His palm pressed more firmly between your legs, rubbing you through the fabric in slow, deliberate circles as he watched your face for every reaction.
You moaned with every motion he performed, unable to hold back the noises as heat pooled deep inside you. Your hands tangled in his hair, your thick hips rolling up against his touch, chasing more of the friction.
He lifted his head from your breast, lips wet and flushed, as another soft moan drifted from your throat.
"You sound so good..." he said softly, voice filled with desire. His eyes drifted down to your panties, lingering there for a moment, before coming back up to meet yours.
"Can I?" he asked, fingers gently hooked under the waistband.
You nodded, biting down on your lip.
He smiled, slow and warm, then carefully slid your panties down your hips and legs, taking his time. Once they were off and tossed aside, his gaze dropped between your thighs and stayed there. He let out a quiet breath, clearly stunned.
"Look at you," he murmured, almost to himself. His large hands gently spread your thighs a little wider, thumbs stroking your skin as he took in the sight of how wet you were. "So wet...so perfect,"
You shuddered at the feeling, a soft tremble running through your body as his warm breath teased your sensitive skin.
He noticed immediately and smiled against your thigh, pressing another lingering kiss a little closer. "Easy, baby," he murmured, voice low and soothing. His hands gently held your thighs open, thumb stroking calming circles on your skin.
Then he closed the distance.
When his tongue finally dragged one long, slow lick from your entrance up to your pearl, your back arched off the bed and your fingers tightened in his hair, but still being careful though. A breathy, needy whimper filled the room. Your hips twitched forward, chasing the heat of his mouth before you could stop yourself. Each stroke of his tongue made your legs tremble, your toes curling into the sheets as waves of pleasure rolled through you.
You were breathing faster and heavier now, chest rising and falling quickly, nipples still tight from his earlier intentness. Every time he circled your cilt or dipped his tongue inside you, a little shiver ran down your spine and another moan slipped out, softer and more desperate than the last. Your free hand gripped the sheets beside you as the slow, sensual rhythm of his mouth built a deep, aching feeling low in your belly.
Your thighs quivered around his shoulders, trying to stay open for him even as the pleasure made your muscles flutter and tighten. A light sheen of sweat was starting to glow on your skin in the moonlight.
“Oh Michael,” you moaned, your eyes closed and eyebrows furrowed from the pleasure.
He groaned against you, clearly loving every reaction, and the vibration only made you moan louder, hips rolling gently against his tongue.
He pulled back just enough to catch his breath, lips glistening with your arousal, and murmured, "So sweet," His voice thick with desire. Then his mouth returned to you, slow and devoted, licking and sucking with even more focus while his hands gently held your thighs apart, savoring every reaction from your body.
He couldn't get enough of your taste, no matter what part he licked on, it was like candy to him. He loved every second of savoring you, he loved how your wetness stuck to his lips, your taste, your body, your everything. It was intoxicating to him.
He eventually pulled back, rising from between your thighs with a pop, while keeping his eyes locked on you the whole time. You blinked, still dazed and breathing hard, confusion flickering across your face as you slowly sat up on your elbows.
Before you could ask why he'd stopped so suddenly, he spoke, voice low and deep with need.
He straightened up beside the bed and unbuckled his belt, pushing his pants and boxers down in one smooth motion. His dick popped free, hitting his stomach. Heavy, thick and hard, the tawny skin flushed darker at the tip, with a few light patches. It was impressive—long, girthy, and curving slightly upward.
Your eyes widened, a sharp little inhale catching in your throat as your heart skipped. For a second you couldn't look away, hotness flooding your cheeks and a fresh pulse of nervous excitement throbbing between your legs.
Michael noticed your reaction immediately. His expression softened even as desire still burned in his gaze. He stepped closer, gently cupping the side of your face with one hand while the other wrapped loosely around his shaft, giving it one slow stroke.
"I'll be gentle, I promise," he said softly, thumb brushing your cheek. "We'll go slow. If it's too much, just tell me and I'll stop, okay?" You nodded, He leaned down and kissed you tenderly, letting you taste yourself on his lips, before pulling back just enough to rest his forehead against yours.
"Lay back for me, baby," he murmured, voice warm and reassuring. His dick brushed lightly against your inner thigh as he hovered over you, waiting for you to get comfortable again.
He laid you back gently onto the bed, your head sinking into the soft pillows. His eyes never left yours as he positioned himself between your spread thighs. You felt the blunt, heated tip of his dick press against your slick entrance, rubbing slowly up and down, coating himself in your wetness.
"Relax for me, baby," he whispered, voice soft and soothing.
Then he started sliding in.
The first inch stretched you open with a slow, pleasureful pain that made your lips part in a silent gasp. He moved with patience, sliding into you inch by thick inch, letting your body open for him like a flower. You could feel every ridge, every vein, and that perfect gentle curve dragging sensually against your sensitive inner walls as he sank deeper.
A soft, shaky moan escaped you. The stretch pained just a little, but it was wrapped in so much pleasure that you couldn't tell where one feeling ended and the other began. Your hands flew up to grip his shoulders, nails lightly digging into his skin as he sank deeper.
Michael let out a low, guttural groan, his eyes fluttering half-closed for a second as your tightness gripped him. "Mmm...you feel so unreal," he muttered, voice strained with the effort of holding back. He paused halfway, breathing hard against your neck, giving you time to adjust while your walls clenched around his girth.
One of his hands slid down to grip your hip, holding you steady as he rocked forward again, sinking even deeper until his hips finally pressed flush against yours. He was buried to the hilt, stretching you wide and touching places inside you that made you see sparks.
He stayed there for a long moment, forehead pressed to yours, both of you sharing the same breath. His length throbbed deep inside you, sultry and rock-hard.
Kissing you slow and deep, swallowing your whimpers as your body adjusted to the intense, sensual fullness of him. "Tell me how I'm making you feel...talk to me, baby.”
His hips gave one tiny, teasing roll, just enough to make you moan again.
You moaned as his hips rolled slowly against yours, the deep, grinding motion sending waves of pleasure through your body.
"F-Fuck—You're making me feel sooooo good, baby" you gasped, voice breathy and filled with pleasure, wrapping your arms around his neck.
Michael groaned softly, his breath warm against your neck. "Yeah? You feel even better around me," he murmured, still moving in that same slow, steady rhythm. Every buck of his hips pushed him deep, filling you completely before pulling back and doing it all over again.
He kissed you, slow and tender, while one hand gripped your thigh and held it higher around his waist. The new angle made you moan louder against his mouth. His skin felt hot against yours, chests pressed together as he rocked into you.
"Mmm, you're so slick for me," he said, a knowing smirk playing on his lips. He sped up a bit, grinding against you with every thrust, making sure you felt every inch of him. He watched himself gliding fully in and out of you as your wetness made him glisten.
"You like that? Hm?" he asked, pressing a kiss to the corner of your mouth. "Just wanna please my baby." He cooed.
"Y-Yes baby—I Love it! Keep going," You moaned out, eyebrows furrowed from the pleasure, wrapping your legs around him. "Go deeper, please." You moaned in his ear, practically begging.
He bit down on his lip, as he picked up the pace. His thrusts grew faster, deeper, each one driving into you with smooth, rolling power. The more he pumped, the louder your moans became, spilling freely from your lips as pleasure crashed through you.
Your eyes rolled back, head tilting into the pillow while the bed started to rock steadily beneath you. The headboard tapped softly against the wall in rhythm with his movements, mixing with the wet sounds of your bodies coming together.
He leaned down and captured your lips in another passionate, lingering kiss. While your tongues slid together while you moaned sweetly in his mouth, he wrapped one arm around your waist and rolled smoothly, flipping you over so you were suddenly straddling him.
The movement was effortless, smooth, his hands guiding your hips as you settled on top. You gasped softly into his mouth at the new position, feeling him sink even deeper inside you from this angle. His shaft pressed up against your walls in the most pleasing way, thick and throbbing, filling you completely.
Michael groaned against your lips, his hands sliding up your thick thighs to your ass, giving it a squeeze. "look at you...so sexy," he murmured, voice low and seductive, eyes heavy with lust as he gazed up at you. His palms caressed your waist, then rested his palms on your lower back while he stayed buried deep inside you.
He gave a slow, upward roll of his hips, letting you feel every inch of him. "Ride me," he whispered against your mouth, nipping at your bottom lip. "Use me, baby." He rasped
His hands stayed on your hips, guiding you gently as he waited for you to move, eyes locked on yours with pure desire and affection.
You started to ride him at a steady pace, rolling your hips in slow, sensual waves. Each time you sank down, you took every thick inch of him, letting him fill you completely before rising again, your slickness gripping him tight.
Michael's head fell back against the pillow with a shaky groan. His eyes shut for a moment, lips parted, completely lost in the sensation of you riding him. "Fuck..." he breathed out as he moaned. His hands slid up your thighs, gripping your hips like he needed something to hold onto, fingers digging into your skin as your body rocked over his.
The rhythm was sensual and smooth, every roll of your hips dragging him along your walls in the most delicious way. You could feel him throbbing inside you,that perfect curve brushing against your deepest spot with every motion. Your breasts swayed gently as you moved, and he watched you with heavy eyes, like he was witnessing something sacred.
"Yes, baby... just like that," he murmured, voice low and gentle, almost dazed. One hand traveled up your body to squeeze your breast, thumb brushing slowly over your tit, while the other stayed on your curve, gently guiding you without taking control. Now his hips began to rise to meet yours in soft, deep thrusts, matching your rhythm, the wet sound of your bodies meeting filling the quiet room.
He looked so mesmerizing beneath you, flushed skin, messy hair, mouth slightly open as soft groans slipped out with every roll of your hips. His eyes stayed locked on your face, full of lust and something softer, like he couldn't believe you were real.
"Please, go faster." He begged.
The plea had barely left his lips before his hand came down in a firm, sharp smack on your ass. "So juicy," He smirked, the sting bloomed into heat, pulling a loud, breathy moan from your throat.
You gave him exactly what he wanted.
“Ugh—this dick feels so fucking good!” You moaned out, loud enough that it bounced off the walls.
Your hips moved faster, rolling and bouncing with urgency. You held onto to his chest as the new pace had his thick length dragging against every sensitive spot inside you, pleasure sparking through your body. Your rhythm quickly grew wilder, almost frantic, as control started slipping. Your thighs trembled, breath coming in short, breathless gasps, and a deep, aching pleasure coiled tighter and tighter in your core.
Michael's head pressed back into the pillow, his groans turning into low, filthy curses as he watched you lose yourself on top of him. It felt too good to you. He gripped your hips so hard, his fingernails left marks in you.
You felt your peak getting closer and closer, a knot started to form in your stomach. You started to chase your nut by going a bit faster.
"Oh My God! I'm about to—" You cried out, voice breaking.
He thrusts up to meet you. "Give it to me, baby," he groaned, voice low and deep with need. "Let go for me."
His words pushed you right over the edge.
Your whole body tensed, thighs shaking wildly around him as the pleasure crashed through you. A loud, trembling moan tore from your throat, your walls clenching tight around his dick in pulsing waves. Tears blurred your vision as you rode out your high, hips stuttering and grinding as the pleasure flooded every inch of you. Your back arched sharply, breasts bouncing with the frantic motion, while your nails raked down his chest.
"Ohhh, fuckk." You whimpered, eyebrows furrowed, head thrown back. The pleasure was so good, it made you pause for a moment.
"You did so good." He whispered, pressing slow worshipful kisses along your sides, treating your body like a temple.
With a few more deep, sloppy pumps into you, Michael finally reached his peak. His whole body tensed beneath you as pleasure overtook him.
A loud, soft and raw moan slipped from his mouth, while his arms wrapped tightly around your body, pulling you close to him like he never wanted to let go.
He held you in a trembling embrace as you held him just as tight, soft whimpers escaped his lips, hips stuttering as he spilled deep inside you, pulsing with every wave of his release. After a moment of staying wrapped in each other, hearts still racing, heavy breathing and bodies slick with sweat, Michael pressed one last lingering kiss to your lips. He gently eased out of you with a soft groan, then slipped from the bed.
You watched him walk to the bathroom you two shared, you didn't mind his nakedness. The sound of running water soon filled the quiet room as he started a warm bath. Steam began to fill the air.
He came back for you without a word. He scooped you up bridal-style. You smiled tiredly against his chest as he carried you like it was the most natural thing in the world.
He lowered you carefully into the tub first. The warm water felt like heaven against your sensitive skin, soothing every aching muscle. You let out a soft sigh and leaned back as he climbed in behind you, settling his silm, lean frame around yours. His chest pressed warmly to your back, legs bracketing your hips, and he pulled you gently against him until you were nestled between his thighs.
Arms wrapped around your waist, holding you close as the water lapped softly around you both. He pressed his lips to your shoulder, then your neck, placing slow, tender kisses along your skin while his hands caressed your stomach and thighs under the water.
"Are you okay?" he murmured, voice low and soft against your ear. "I didn't hurt you, did I?"
You looked up at him, "Hell no, you didn't hurt me...you made me feel good. That felt really intimate and special."
Michael's smile softened, warm and genuine, his eyes crinkling at the corners as he gazed down at you. He leaned forward and pressed a slow kiss to your temple, his arms tightening around your waist under the water.
"Good," he murmured against your skin. "That's all I wanted."
You grinned, unable to help yourself. "Now I know where all your weight went!" you joked, earning a laugh from him.
