"You cant keep quiet for long"
Content:18+ Invincible/Mature/Blood on the dance floor Michael x WifeReader, oralFemRecieving, p in v sex , unprotected, creampie, domMichael, brattysubReader, fingering, edging, reader is 28, pussy slapping, hella teasing, kinky, FILTHY (Michaels in love with your ass) written with Invincible Era Michael in mind but can be read as any of his older eras listed above!! | use of dashes, my work is not ai.
These two are newly weds on a honeymoon that have sex like animals.
Summary: What happens when you and Michael set up a challenge to see who’s louder during sex and the loser has to stay on a call for fifteen minutes and try to be quiet without cumming?
Three years had flown by since you and Michael first crossed paths, and now, you were officially newlyweds.
Michael loved telling the story of how he knew, from the very first second, that you were the one. He’d been on set directing one of his films when you walked in. You were stunning—nails always freshly manicured, hair styled to perfection, and a fashion sense that quite literally made his knees weak.
For you, the exact moment you fell for him was when you realized he wasn't intimidated by your personality. Where other people ran from your sharp attitude, Michael just grinned and leaned in closer.
"You think you're tough, don't you?" he’d laugh, pulling you in by the waist. "It’s not gonna work on me, sweetheart."
Now, you two were riding the high of a dream honeymoon. Finding time off was a rare luxury for a man as busy as Michael, but for this, he had set the world on pause just for you.
The soft, steady rhythm of the ocean waves echoed through the open balcony door, filling the cool air of your luxury suite. You quietly rolled out of the plush bed, sliding your arms into a soft silk robe. Tying the belt around your waist, you walked over to the window and pressed your hands lightly against the glass, taking in the breathtaking view of the beach.
“Hmmm…” Michael hummed softly from the bed, his eyes tracing your figure outlined by the bright morning light in the window. “Looks like someone is enjoying her very first morning beach view here.”
He swung his legs out of bed and walked over to you. Sliding his warm arms around your waist, he pulled you back against his chest, pressing a trail of gentle kisses along your cheek and down the curve of your neck.
“Oh, baby,” you murmured, turning around in his arms to face him. You cupped his cheeks, practically bouncing on your toes with excitement. “This is absolute perfection! I love, love this so much!”
Michael let out a dramatic, playful cough, raising an eyebrow at you. “Ahem. And what about me? Do you love me?”
“Of course I love you, silly,” you giggled. You flicked the side of his jaw playfully before wrapping your arms tight around his neck, leaning in to aggressively pepper his whole face with soft, fast kisses.
“Alright, alright! I get it, I get it!” he laughed, squirming under your affection.
His warm hands smoothed down to your waist as he turned you back around to face the ocean. “You know, normally I’d call you a spoiled brat... but this, my sweet angel? This is exactly what you deserve.”
Before you could even reply, his hand slid down from your waist, grabbing a firm handful of your ass and giving it a sharp, teasing smack that echoed in the room.
“Gosh, Mikey!” you gasped, biting your lip as a flush hit your cheeks, playfully swatting his shoulder.
Michael just grinned, his chin resting lightly on your shoulder as his arms wrapped snuggly around your waist again.
"What? Can’t a guy appreciate his wife?" he murmured, his breath warm against your ear. "Besides, you were taking way too long to pay attention to me."
You turned your head, tossing your hair over your shoulder and crossing your arms over your chest with a dramatic sigh. "Well, excuse me, Mr. Impatient. The ocean was putting on a show.
Michael laughed, as he pulled you back against his chest. "Oh, is that how it is? You'd rather look at some water than your handsome new husband?"
"Maybe," you said, rolling your eyes with a smirking tilt of your chin. "You're going to have to do a lot better than a beach view if you want all my attention today."
"You really are a handful," Michael chuckled, shaking his head as he nuzzled into your neck. "Good thing I like a challenge."
You tilted your head back, letting out a soft sigh as his lips brushed your skin, but you kept your smug little smirk intact. "Good. Because I expect breakfast in bed—on the balcony—and you're ordering everything on the menu."
"Yes, my sweet little menace," Michael whispered against your ear, his hands smoothing down your waist. "Anything else your royal highness requires?"
You turned in his arms, resting your hands lightly on his chest and looking up at him. "I'll let you know when I think of it."
Michael didn’t just order breakfast; he ordered practically the entire menu. Pancakes, fresh tropical fruit, pastries, eggs —if it was on the page, he wanted you to taste it. You sat on the balcony like a little queen, taking tiny bites of everything while he watched you with a foolish, head over heels grin, utterly charmed by your bratty antics.
After breakfast, the two of you slipped out to explore the resort. Hand in hand, you wandered the private grounds, laughing as a small army of discreet resort security kept a watchful distance to ensure Michael’s privacy.
When you finally made your way down to the secluded stretch of beach, you claimed a pair of lounge chairs right near the water. You kicked off your sandals, feeling the soft, warm sand between your toes before laying face-down on your towel to catch some sun. Your sun-lotioned skin glisten under the bright sky, and the high-cut bikini bottom riding up your cheeks didn’t make it easy for Michael to contain himself.
He stretched out on the towel right next to you, his fingers tracing slow, lazy circles down the back of your neck. His touch trailed down your spine, dipping lower and lower until his palm cupped your bare ass, squeezing the soft skin before landing a light, playful smack.
"Michael, you're getting sand all over my butt!" you whined playfully, kicking a little bit of sand back toward his towel.
Michael wasn't bothered by your protests at all. He just laid there, biting his lower lip, his gaze heavy as he took you in.
"Sorry, Angel," he purred, his palm smoothing over the warm skin in a half-hearted attempt to brush off the sand—and apologize at the same time. "You just look too good. I can't help it."
Seeing the effect you had on him sparked a cheeky idea in your head. You loved watching him get all worked up, seeing that cool, composed mask crack just for you. So, for the rest of the afternoon, you made it your personal mission to push his buttons.
As you strolled toward the resort's private cabana bar, you suddenly gasped and stopped in your tracks. "Oh, oops!" you giggled, letting your designer sunglasses slip from your hand. Instead of squatting down properly, you bent straight over at the waist, arching your back just enough to guarantee your tiny bikini bottoms completely disappeared between your cheeks. Behind you, Michael froze in his tracks. His eyes widened, and his breath hitched as his length instantly hardened, pressing visibly against his pants.
Later, while cooling off in the quiet resort pool, you swam up to the shallow ledge where Michael was leaning back with a cold drink. You rested your arms on his thighs under the water, looking up at him through wet eyelashes. With a innocent smile, you slowly slid your foot up his calf, tracing the inside of his leg under the water until your toes brushed right against his growing hardness. Michael nearly dropped his glass, as he swallowed hard. "You're playing a dangerous game, girl," he rasped, but you just giggled and swam away before he could catch you.
When a waiter brought over fresh coconut drinks, you made sure Michael was watching. You wrapped your lips around the straw, taking a slow, exaggerated sip while locking eyes with him, your tongue flicking out to catch a drop on your lower lip. Michael’s jaw clenched so hard a muscle twitched in his cheek. He dragged a hand down his face, letting out a low, frustrated groan. "Stop that," he muttered under his breath, his voice laced with warning.
By the time the sun began to set Michael had reached his absolute limit. Every sway of your hips, every little glance, every bold stunt had been building a fire inside him all day.
The second the door to your luxury suite clicked shut behind you, leaving the two of you completely alone, Michael dropped all pretense of patience.
Before you could even kick off your sandals, his hands were on your waist, spinning you around and pressing your back firmly against the door.
"Alright," Michael growled, his voice deep, raspy, and dangerously quiet. His eyes burned into yours, his hands gripping your hips with possessive force as he pressed his hard length flush against your stomach. "You’ve been a little menace all day long, haven't you?"
You bit your lip, a bratty smirk tugging at your mouth. "I don't know what you're talking about, Mikey—"
"Don't 'Mikey' me," he interrupted, a wicked, breathtaking grin breaking through his stern expression, though his eyes remained fiercely intense. "You knew exactly what you were doing. Dropping your glasses, touching me under the water... you thought it was funny getting me all worked up, huh?"
He leaned in, his lips hovering an inch from yours, his hot breath fanning across your cheeks.
"Well, congratulations, sweetheart," he whispered against your mouth, his hands sliding down to firmly grip your ass, lifting you up against him. "You got what you wanted. Now let's see if you can handle what comes next."
“I can definitely handle it, Mikey,” you said, deliberately emphasizing the nickname just to playfully get under his skin. “You’re the one who’s always super loud when we have sex.”
To push his buttons even further, you reached down and slowly rubbed his hardness right through his pants. He was just so unbelievably sexy when he got frustrated, and you loved every second of it.
“Oh, really? I’m the loud one?” Michael asked, raising a eyebrow as a smirk tugged at the corner of his lips. “If I remember correctly, you’re the one who has to bite my shoulder just to suppress your moans. In fact, I still have the teeth marks right here from our wedding night.”
He rubbed his collarbone with a chuckle before reaching up, his long fingers gently catching your chin to lift your face toward his. You stubbornly tried to turn your head away, refusing to make it easy for him to take complete control, but Michael gently guided your face right back to meet his gaze. You were always a little stubborn whenever he tried to assert his dominance, but you both knew deep down that you secretly craved it—and Michael was well aware of his effect on you.
“Well, since you think you know everything, let’s see who’s actually the loudest tonight,” you challenged, suddenly wrapping your hands around his jaw to hold his face still, attempting—without much real effort—to take the lead.
“Ha! Okay, okay. So you really wanna play games today, huh, Angel?” Michael laughed softly, placing his warm hands right over yours. The gesture made you grip his cheeks a little tighter, leaning into the battle for control. “Fine. Then the loser has to make a phone call and try to stay silent... and they have to try not to cum.”
You swallowed hard, a sudden wave of heat washing over you at the stakes he just set. “Okay... deal.”
Michael didn’t waste another second. He immediately closed the distance between you, crashing his lips onto yours in a hot, breathless kiss that instantly wiped every smart comment right out of your head.
His tongue slid past your lips, deep and possessive, tasting the sweet tropical drink lingering on your breath. You let out a muffled gasp into his mouth, your fingers tangling into his hair as he pressed you firmly against the heavy wood of the door. The sheer weight and heat of his body crushed against yours made your knees feel weak, but you fought to keep your ground, kissing him back with every bit of feisty energy you had left.
When he finally pulled back, a thin strand of saliva connected your lips, and his eyes burned with a hungry intensity that made your heart jump. "Who are you calling first, sweetheart?" Michael rasped out, his hands sliding under the hem of your bikini bottoms trailing up your thighs and making your skin break out in goosebumps. "Because I am more than ready to watch you break."
"In your dreams, Michael," you panted, your voice trembling just a little despite your best efforts to sound cocky. You reached down, your fingers fumbling slightly with his belt buckle before yanking it loose. "I'm not losing to you. Not tonight."
Michael let out a low, husky laugh that vibrated against your chest. "We'll see about that," he whispered, his warm lips brushing against the sensitive spot just beneath your ear. His hands gripped your waist tight, lifting you clean off your feet so you had to wrap your legs securely around his hips. "Let's see how long that stubborn mouth of yours stays quiet."
He gently placed you onto the king-sized bed, his body hovering over yours as his lips trailed down your neck to your chest. Slowly, he moved your bikini top aside, exposing your bare breasts. Michael leaned down, taking your sensitive nipple into his warm mouth, licking it slowly before flicking it fast with his tongue. At the same time, his fingers pinched and teased the other side, sending a sharp wave of pleasure straight down your spine.
An instinctive, breathy moan escaped your lips, but you suddenly remembered the stakes of the challenge and bit your lip hard, forcing yourself to quiet down.
“What was that, Angel, hmm?” Michael hummed low against your skin, his hot breath fanning across your chest as he openly teased you for making even the slightest noise.
“S-shut up... it was nothing,” you stammered out, your face flushing as you fought for control.
Determined not to let him win so easily, you reached out and pulled him into a fiery kiss, sliding your hands straight down into his underwear. The second your palms cupped his bare, throbbing shaft, you began stroking him with a fast rhythm. Small, gravelly groans instantly slipped past his lips into your mouth. Your touch was pure magic against him, and you could feel his body tense up as he tried his absolute hardest to keep his own pleasure under wraps. Smiling against his lips, you tightened your grip and gave the tip of his shaft a firm, deliberate squeeze.
“Mmm, you feeling good, Mikey?” you purred against his cheek, eager to turn the tables on him.
Michael didn’t answer with words. Instead, his eyes flashed with a competitive fire. He abruptly pulled his hand away from your chest, his long fingers hooking around the thin strap of your bikini bottom to drag it to the side. Without a second of warning, he pushed his middle finger deep inside you, making you let out a loud, sudden gasp.
He didn't give you a single second to catch your breath, pumping his finger deep and steady into your slick heat. As he worked you open, he leaned in and reclaimed your mouth, kissing you in a sloppy and desperate. Every time a fresh wave of pleasure threatened to drag a loud moan from your throat, you were forced to swallow it right down his mouth, the muffled sounds lost in the wild heat between you both.
His fingers picked up a relentless pace, working you so deeply that your toes curled into the soft bedsheets. You squeezed your eyes shut, your hands desperately tightening around his shaft, pumping him back just as hard to force a surrender out of him. The friction was maddening. Every deep slide of his fingers made your hips helplessly arch off the mattress, while every firm stroke of your hand had him breathing heavy and jagged against your neck.
Michael pulled his lips away just an inch, his forehead resting against yours as he panted, his chest heaving. "Look at you," he rasped out, a dark, wicked smirk pulling at his lips even as a low grunt escaped him from your tight grip on his shaft. "Trying so hard to be quiet... but you're shaking, baby."
"You're... you're literally about to break, baby," you wheezed out, your voice trembling as you squeezed his tip again, feeling him pulse violently in your hand. "I can feel how hard your dick is throbbing."
"Is that a challenge?" Michael growled softly.
Before you could answer, he pulled his fingers out, leaving you aching and empty for a brief second—only for him to strip his pants off completely in one fluid motion. He spread your legs wide open, giving himself a quick, slick stroke before slowly pushing his way into your tight heat. A shared shudder ran through both of your bodies at the intense feeling.
He started off with agonizingly slow, deep strokes—the exact kind he knew were guaranteed to wring noises out of you. He was expertly hitting that sweet spot inside you with every single slide, and despite your best efforts, a breathless moan slipped out.
"S-shit, Michael... you know exactly what you're doing," you whimpered, wrapping your legs tightly around his waist to pull him as close as humanly possible.
Michael let out a raspy, chuckle against your throat, his hips keeping up that steady, intoxicating pace. "Oh, so we're cursing now? I thought you were supposed to be keeping quiet."
He was winning, and for a few blissful seconds, you honestly didn't even care. The feeling of him filling you up so completely, your own slick wetness dripping down your thighs with every deep thrust, was pure magic. But then his arrogant little smirk snapped you right back to reality.
"Oh, fuck you, Michael," you gasped out, your eyebrows furrowing as your teeth pierced your bottom lip.
You couldn't let him win this easily; the brat in you simply wouldn't allow it. Gathering every ounce of strength you had, you suddenly slid out from under his heavy frame and shoved him backward. Michael let out a soft oof as he tumbled back onto the mattress, his head resting against the plush headboard.
"Ahhh, I should’ve known my stubborn Angel was gonna do something like this," Michael chuckled, shaking his head with a lazy, captivated grin.
You didn't answer. Instead, you climbed on top of him, straddling his lap and grabbing his hot shaft to guide him toward your entrance. Rather than taking him all at once, you dragged his blunt tip slowly through your folds, thoroughly teasing him and letting the head of his length grind right against your sensitive clit.
A low, helpless groan immediately broke from Michael's throat. "G-gosh... you're so pretty like this," he panted, his hands twitching against the sheets as he tried not to force you down. "Teasing me like that..."
The cream you released from your heat was dripping all down your hole and coating his shaft, making him throb painfully beneath you. He was practically vibrating with desperation, dying for you to take him whole.
"Girl, stop teasing me," he groaned out, a hungry smirk straining against his self-control. "Slide all the way down on me, mama. You know you want to."
"I-I'll go down when I want to," you trembled, your legs shaking as you hovered over him.
His hard length felt heavenly against your sensitive skin. You wanted nothing more than to slam yourself down onto him, but your fierce desire to win was holding you back. You kept up the slow, maddening tease, but as your strength started to fade, Michael officially reached his absolute limit.
Without giving you another second to play your games, his large hands shot up, firmly gripping your hips. He yanked you all the way down onto his shaft, burying himself into you. Before you could even process the sudden fullness, he began pumping up into you at a frantic, punishing pace, his thumb reaching around to relentlessly circle your swollen clit.
The sudden, intense friction shattered all your restraint. A loud, echoing moan burst from your chest, ringing out through the entire room as Michael’s breathless laughter filled your ears.
"See? I told you!" Michael laughed breathlessly, his hips snapping up into you with relentless speed. "Look who's screaming now!"
"M-Michael—ah!" you gasped, your fingers digging into his broad shoulders as your head fell back against the headboard. Every hard, upward thrust hit so deep that he completely wiped away any remaining thought of winning the stupid game. The sudden change in pace had your heart leaping into your throat. "You... you cheated!"
"I didn't cheat, baby, I took control," he growled low in his throat, his thumb applying just enough pressure to your swollen clit to send an electric shock of pure pleasure straight down your spine. "You were taking way too long, teasing me like that. And I'm not waiting on my wife when she looks this damn good."
The relentless friction was unbearable in the best way possible. You tried to bite your lower lip to stifle another loud, humiliating moan, desperate to salvage what little pride you had left. But Michael immediately noticed. He reached up with his free hand, his long, warm fingers gently catching your jaw and pulling your bottom lip free from your teeth.
"Uh-uh, don't hide it," he purred, his voice dropping into a raspy, possessive whisper right against your cheek. "Let me hear you. I wanna hear every single sound you've been holding back all day long. I want the whole resort to know who you belong to."
"I hate you," you whimpered out, though your body completely betrayed you. Your hips were already moving in perfect, desperate sync with his, riding him faster and harder as an intense, aching buildup began to peak deep. You were practically begging for it, your hands sliding up to clutch at the back of his neck, tangling in his hair.
Michael let out a deep, rumbling laugh that vibrated beneath your hands, his dark eyes burning with satisfaction as he watched you completely undo yourself on top of him. "Sure you do, Angel. Keep telling yourself that while you're sitting here milking me dry."
He sat up slightly, wrapping one strong, arm securely around your waist to pull you tight against his chest. His other hand stayed planted firmly between your thighs, keeping up that wicked, torturous rhythm against your clit. The friction of your skin pressing together, slick with heat and sweat, drove you both over the edge. His lips dragged across your jaw line and down over your earlobe, his ragged, heavy breathing fanning hot across your sensitive skin.
"Every single stunt you pulled today".... he grunted out "You were begging for this. You wanted me to break."
"Michael... please," you gasped, throwing your head onto his shoulder as the pleasure turned into a sharp, dizzying crest.
"Now tell me," Michael panted, his hips driving up into you with a power that shook your whole frame. "Who lost the challenge, hmm? Say it for me."
"Me..." you sobbed out softly, completely unraveling beneath his touch as your inner walls began to pulse and clench around his shaft. "I lost... Mikey, please, I can't—"
"Good girl," he whispered proudly against your lips, capturing your mouth in a deep, bruising kiss just as the massive wave of your orgasm crashed over you both.
The sweet, overwhelming shock of your release clamped around him so tightly that Michael let out a ragged, uncontrolled groan into your mouth. His own body shuddered beneath you, his hips driving upward to pour himself into your slick heat. For a few glorious seconds, the entire world narrowed down to the sound of your shared, heavy breathing and the fast, erratic thud of his heart hammering against your chest.
You collapsed against him, burying your hot face into the crook of his neck, completely exhausted. Michael’s arms tightened around your waist, holding you flush against him as he slowly fell back against the headboard, taking you with him.
"God, baby," he panted, his hands gently running up and down your bare back, tracing the smooth curve of your spine. "You almost had me. I swear my heart nearly stopped when you were hovering over me like that."
You let out a weak, muffled laugh against his skin, giving his neck a tiny, playful nip. "I should have won. You literally forced me down."
"Because you were torturing me, you little brat," Michael chuckled softly, his chest rising and falling beneath you. His fingers tangled into your hair, gently massaging your scalp as the wild energy in the room slowly melted into a warm, heavy quiet. "You spent all day driving me out of my mind. " I was a saint for waiting until we got back to the room."
You raised your head slightly, resting your chin on his chest to look up at him through heavy, satisfied eyelids. "So... does that mean I still have to make the phone call?"
Michael looked at you, wicked glint flashing in his eyes as a slow smirk spread across his lips.
"Grab the telephone," he murmured, his voice dropping into a low, raspy purr that sent an instant shiver straight down your spine. "Call your best friend and make plans with her on the phone while I eat you out."
Before you could even process what he just said, his broad hand landed a sharp, playful smack against your sensitive inner thigh, making you gasp.
"And you better not cum until the fifteen minutes is up," he added, his thumb smoothing over the warm skin he’d just struck.
Your jaw practically dropped as you stared at him, your heavy eyelids fluttering open in shock. "Michael! Are you out of your mind?! My best friend? She’ll know immediately!"
"Then you better be convincing, Angel," Michael chuckled softly, sliding out from beneath you and shifting down the bed.
He didn't give you a second to argue. His hands slid under your knees, lifting your legs and spreading them wide over his broad shoulders, leaving your sensitive, slick core completely exposed to him. He reached over to the nightstand, picked up the hotel landline phone, and pressed the receiver into your trembling hand.
"Go on," Michael whispered against your inner thigh, his warm breath fanning over your sensitive skin, making your whole body tense up . "Dial. And remember... the clock starts the second she answers."
Swallowing hard, your fingers fumbled with the buttons as you punched in your best friend's number. The line began to ring—once, twice—and right as the call connected, Michael buried his face between your thighs, dragging his warm tongue slowly, deliberately, all the way up your wet folds.
"H-hello?" your best friend answered, her voice loud and clear through the speaker.
You bit down hard on your lower lip, every muscle in your body locking up as Michael’s tongue flattened against your clit, swirling in a slow, agonizingly wet circle. Your knuckles turned white as you gripped the heavy plastic phone receiver, trying with everything in you to keep your breathing steady.
"Hey!" you squeaked out, your voice a full octave higher than normal. You quickly cleared your throat, trying to sound casual while Michael let out a low, muffled chuckle against your skin. "Hey, girl! Just... wanted to call and check in."
"Girl, hey!" she replied cheerfully, completely oblivious. "How's the honeymoon? Is Michael being good to you?"
Michael took that exact moment to flick his tongue fast right over your most sensitive spot, before sliding two fingers deep inside your slick heat. A sharp gasp hit the back of your throat. You slammed your eyes shut, your hips instinctually jerking off the mattress, but Michael’s strong hands held your thighs firmly pinned to his shoulders.
"Y-yeah," you managed to strain out, your voice trembling terribly. "He's... ah... he's great. Really good."
"Are you okay? You sound out of breath," your friend asked, her tone shifting to slight confusion.
"Oh! Just... just did a little evening workout," you lied through your teeth, digging your fingernails into the bedsheets. "Anyway! I was thinking... when we get back next week, we should totally get brunch. At that place with the bottomless mimosas?"
Michael set a brutal, rhythmic pace with his fingers, pumping them in and out of you while his lips pulled your swollen clit into his warm mouth, sucking gently. The pleasure was so intense it made your toes curl and tears prick the corners of your eyes. You could feel the climax building at a terrifying speed, threatening to shatter you way before the fifteen minutes were anywhere near up.
"Brunch sounds amazing!" your friend chatted away, blissfully unaware as she began rambling about her schedule. "So Tuesday or Wednesday works for me. Which day were you thinking?"
"T-Tuesday..." you whimpered, placing a hand over your mouth to stifle a loud groan as Michael gave your clit a sharp, teasing nip. You glared down at him through tear-rimmed eyes, but he just looked up at you from between your legs, his dark eyes sparkling with absolute triumph, his tongue flicking relentless heat against you.
"Tuesday it is!" your friend cheered. "Are you sure you're okay? You're breathing super heavy."
"Just... out of shape," you choked out, your whole lower half trembling violently as you fought with every fiber of your being not to cross that edge. "I'll... I'll call you when we land, okay?"
"Okay, love you! Have fun!"
The second the call clicked off, you dropped the telephone onto the bed, letting out a loud, helpless wail of pleasure. "Michael, stop! I can't—"
"Fifteen minutes aren't up yet, sweetheart," Michael purred, his voice thick and raspy as he picked up the pace, relentless and hungry, determined to push you to the absolute limit.
The torment was absolute. Every stroke of his warm tongue sent electricity shooting straight to your brain, making your hips arch uncontrollably off the soft mattress. The pressure in your lower belly built up so fast and so hot that you knew you were only seconds away from completely shattering.
"Michael—please!" you sobbed out, your fingers tangling desperately in the bedsheets as your toes curled. "I'm gonna cum—I'm gonna—"
Just as the peak hit you and your body began to tighten for the initial crash of release, Michael abruptly stopped.
He pulled his mouth completely away and pulled his fingers straight out of your dripping heat.
The sudden, agonizing emptiness made you let out a loud, pathetic whimper. Your body hovered right on the edge of the cliff, aching and completely unfulfilled, desperate for that final push.
"Nope," Michael whispered wickedly, resting his chin on your inner thigh as he looked up at you with heavy, hooded eyes and a teasing smirk. "Not yet, Angel. I told you—you have to wait."
"You are so evil," you gasped out, your voice cracking as you tried to tilt your hips toward him, begging for his touch. "Put your mouth back... please, Mikey, just a little bit—"
"Tsk, tsk," he hummed, catching your hips in his large hands to hold you firmly in place so you couldn't move against him. "Look at how needy my bratty wife gets when she doesn't get her way."
He hovered over your swollen, sensitive core, blowing a soft, cool breath of air right over your slick entrance. The sensation made you shudder violently, a breathless gasp tearing from your throat. He pressed one warm thumb lightly against your clit, giving it just a single, agonizingly slow rub before pulling back again, keeping you trapped right on the agonizing threshold.
"You've got ten more minutes to go," Michael purred, his eyes sparkling with pure delight. "And every time you whine, I'm resetting the clock."
"Michael, that's not fair!" you cried out, your breath catching in your throat as your thighs trembled against his shoulders. The unbearable pulse between your legs was practically screaming for relief.
"Did you just whine?" Michael teased, low chuckle vibrating against your skin. He leaned down, placing a warm, lingering kiss right on the inside of your thigh, just inches away from where you desperately needed him. "That's another minute added to the clock, sweetheart."
"I hate you," you gasped, throwing your arm over your face to hide how flushed and desperate you felt.
"No, you don’t," he purred, his long fingers trailing lightly over your stomach, making every nerve ending in your body flare up. "You love how much I push your buttons."
He hovered over your slick core once more, bringing his mouth agonizingly close without actually touching you. The heat from his breath alone was enough to make your hips twitch involuntarily. Gently, agonizingly slowly, he brought just the tip of his tongue up to skim the very edge of your swollen center—just a tiny, fleeting taste that had you arching off the mattress with a choked-off gasp.
"Michael... please," you whimpered, your fingers reaching down to tangle into his hair, trying to pull his head closer. "Stop torturing me."
"I'm not torturing you, Angel," Michael murmured, looking up at you through his dark lashes, his eyes heavy with raw heat and absolute control. "I'm making sure that when I finally let you cum... it's the absolute best feeling of your life."
He gently pried your hands out of his hair and pinned your wrists above your head with one hand, leaving you completely exposed and at his mercy.
"Now," he whispered, his tongue trailing a slow, agonizing line right up your wet folds, stopping just shy of your clit. "Be a good girl and count down the seconds for me."
"O-one..." you squeaked out, your entire body trembling violently under his firm hold. "Two... thr—oh, god!"
You completely lost count as Michael pressed his warm lips against your slick center, taking your swollen clit into his mouth and applying a gentle, rhythmic suction. The exquisite friction was too much, too sharp, and too sweet. Every nerve ending in your lower half flared like live wire, sending waves of intense, agonizing pleasure straight up your spine.
"Focus, Angel," Michael murmured against your skin, his voice a low, gravelly vibration that sent shivers straight to your core. His long fingers slid back inside you, pumping with a firm, deliberate depth that matched the swirl of his tongue. "Count for me."
"F-four... five..." you gasped, tears of sheer pleasure pricking the corners of your eyes. Your hips bucked helplessly off the mattress, seeking the full weight of his mouth, but his broad hand on your hip kept you perfectly anchored. "Michael, I can't... I swear I'm going to snap..."
"You're doing so good, baby," he purred softly, his tone shifting into something sweeter, richer, even as his mouth worked you with merciless precision. "Just a little longer. Keep holding on for me."
You held out through eight, nine, ten excruciating seconds, your breath coming in short, frantic hitches as the pressure in your belly coiled into a tight, explosive knot. You could feel every pulse of your own heart, synchronized with the deep, rhythmic thrusts of his fingers.
When the fifteen minutes finally expired, Michael felt the wild, uncontrollable shivers running through your legs. He pulled his fingers free, sat up in one smooth motion, and gathered you up into his arms, positioning you over his lap before driving himself all the way inside you in one swift, agonizingly deep plunge.
"Now, sweetheart," Michael rasped into your ear, his chest heaving against yours as his hips snapped forward. "Cum for me."
He strokes himself up into you once more at a fast pace, he was so hard he felt his own release coming quickly too as the mixes of each others juices splat all over the sheets.
A shattered, breathless scream tore from your throat as your walls clamped down hard around him. The long-awaited release crashed over you like a tidal wave, blinding and absolute. Stars appear in your closed eyelids as your whole body shook in the grip of an intense orgasm. Michael growled out your name, his own restraint completely breaking as he buried his face in the crook of your neck, his body jolting as he poured himself into your slick heat, riding out the tail end of his own release alongside yours.
Exhausted, you lay tangled in the soft white sheets, your head resting comfortably on Michael’s bare chest. His broad hand moved in slow, soothing circles across your lower back, his fingers occasionally twirling a strand of your hair. The intense, competitive heat from earlier had completely melted away, replaced by a cozy, heavy warmth.
"You're a monster, you know that?" you mumbled tiredly into his skin, your voice hoarse.
Michael let out a soft, rumbled laugh that vibrated pleasantly against your cheek. He leaned down, pressing a tender kiss to the crown of your head.
"I'm not a monster, Angel. I'm just a man who knows how to keep his wife entertained," he teased softly, his thumb lightly stroking your hip. "Besides... you were the one who started the challenge."
"And I learned my lesson," you sighed, pulling the plush comforter up over both of your shoulders and nuzzling deeper into his chest. "Next time, we’re having normal sex.”
Michael chuckled, wrapping both arms around you securely, pulling you so close there wasn't an inch of space left between you.
"Deal," he whispered, his warm breath fanning across your forehead as he kissed your eyelids, your nose, and finally your lips in a slow, sweet sequence. "Rest up, sweetheart. I'm right here."
With his steady heartbeat drumming a comforting lullaby beneath your cheek, you closed your eyes, feeling completely warm, loved, and safe in his arms as you both drifted off into a deep, well-deserved sleep.
Authors Note: This is so freak nasty I’m cryinggggggg, I hope yall enjoy.
