Michael Jackson Short Stories
Smooth Criminal – Part 1 by Jenny Ann
As soon as he walked into the joint I knew there was something different about this man. He was alone and had an air of authority about him, dare I say even arrogance. His eyes were hidden by the angle of his hat, but I could see his well-defined jaw line and chiselled cheekbones even in the dim light of the smoky club. He stood absolutely still taking in his surroundings for what seemed an eternity. The men were clearly suspicious and had stopped playing cards and messing around with their women. Some pulled up chairs and turned around menacingly. Others stood perching one foot upon the chair they’d been sitting upon, nonchalantly sizing him up. He stood still. I admired his poise. He seemed so sure of himself.
He reached into his trouser pocket and immediately every man in the joint cocked his pistol. Every movement was so sharp and defined. I couldn’t take my eyes off him. He clearly enjoyed alarming them and lingered with his hand in his pocket before extracting a coin. A dime. He flipped it up high into the air and I gazed spellbound as it swivelled in slow motion towards the jukebox and straight into its slot. I had never seen anything like it before. Who was he? Why was he here?
As soon as the music played the tension broke and he walked casually towards me. I couldn’t be sure, because his eyes were still hidden from view, but they seemed to bore straight through me. My eyes were fixed upon him and I could tell everyone was watching us although they were pretending otherwise. My mouth felt dry and I felt the colour drain away from my face as he approached. I felt sick with anxiety. No man had ever dared approach me like this. Not when I was with Jack. Not if that man valued his own life.
He walked right up to me and stood breathing on my face. He was standing, almost defiantly, right next to my body, almost willing me to move back in outrage. I didn’t. Instead I tried to stand up to him by straightening my back, exaggerating my control of the situation, my hand still firmly fastened to my hip. Jack liked it when I teased other men, especially his enemies, by letting them know I was wearing stockings and the tiniest most see-though panties, so my dress, as usual was tight and split almost to the top of my hip. Jack was sat next to me so he could enjoy the best view. He made me stand with my legs slightly apart, I suppose it turned him on and made him feel more powerful knowing he was the only one who could enjoy me.
The stranger was clearly aroused and not at all fazed by Jack’s presence. It turned me on knowing that he was prepared to commit this atrocious act of defiance in front of everybody, especially Jack who never thought twice about firing his gun point blank. I was holding my long cigarette holder and I had to lean back away from the stranger in order to take a drag. I didn’t usually smoke; it was all part of my costume. All part of the act! And besides, it pleased Jack.
I wondered how long this man could stand there before all hell broke lose. I was determined to remain quite still. Women didn’t initiate anything in this joint. We were there simply to serve. If there was any reaction to be made by this man’s intrusion it would be made by Jack first, not me. I took a sideways glance at Jack, whom to my surprise continued to play cards. He stole the occasional glance at the stranger, but did nothing. All the while the stranger kept his eyes firmly on me. I feel him harden against my leg, but still I was determined not to react.
Eventually, he slowly turned his head and looked at Jack. I could see his eyes now clearly lit in the half-light of the room. They seemed to gleam with some inner light and I could see that that not only was he handsome, but he was beautiful as well. I started as he moved his left hand onto my hip and forced my body closer to his. I now turned my whole head to face Jack. Surely, he would just shoot him for this act of insubordination. I also began to sweat a little as I felt excited by this man’s presence. I didn’t want Jack to sense my attraction towards him. But to my absolute amazement Jack seemed to lower his eyes submissively. The stranger broke the silence.
‘Well, Jack?’
Jack didn’t reply but continued to stare at the hand of cards he was holding. The stranger continued,
‘I think this is what we agreed upon. Please correct me if I’m wrong.’
I could not believe my ears or eyes. The stranger was talking about me. Suddenly I was frightened. Jack had sold me and his silence was deafening.
Part 2
Not a word was spoken. The room was completely silent. I felt the gaze of every man and woman in the joint. From that moment onwards any communication was given purely by eye signals and gestures. Jack signalled to his men to put down their guns. They were all apparently as stunned as I was. The stranger turned me around and grabbed my upper arm pushing me forwards. I looked at Jack, but still he avoided my gaze. I felt completely helpless now and had no choice but to walk in front of this man who kept close behind me; I could still feel him breathing on my neck. The silence was now broken by the echoing click of my six-inch heels as I walked slowly towards the staircase. Men and their girls flattened themselves against the walls as we slid past them. Apparently, he was taking me to one of the rooms upstairs.
The room was specifically set up for sexual encounters. The private club was essentially a crap joint run by the local mafia and it inevitably attracted local prostitutes who were more than welcomed. The uncomfortable looking dirty bed was positioned against the centre of the far wall and apart from that there was very little else. A door to the right opened into a small washroom and opposite, to my left, was a window covered with an old net curtain. In the corner behind where I was standing there was a small table to the left with a half empty bottle of whisky and a single glass.
I stood quite motionless in the centre of the room, the stranger still behind me. I heard his footsteps walk to the corner of the room and he filled the empty glass with whisky. He then sat on an old armchair that was positioned next to the table. I tried not to look at him, not daring to flinch a single muscle. I didn’t want him to sense my anxiety about what lay ahead. I could feel his eyes bore into me and my dress felt tighter and more restrictive than ever.
Finally, overcome with curiosity I spoke. ‘So, what do we do now?’ I asked not even turning my head to look at him. He paused before answering. I heard him take a large mouthful of whisky. He swallowed.
‘We wait.’ he said simply, ‘Let him sweat a bit.’
My legs were beginning to feel tired. I wasn’t used to standing for long in these heels. I was usually, by this stage in the evening, draped over Jack whilst I allowed his hands to roam freely over my body. I wasn’t used to this kind of encounter. Jack had been the only man I had ever slept with. Still, the stranger didn’t know that and I was determined to remain cool and unfazed by his behaviour.
‘Sit down on the bed!’ he said.
Relieved to be given some instruction, I walked slowly towards the bed and gratefully took the weight off my feet. I automatically removed my shoes and glanced over at the stranger whilst I did so. He moved his head suddenly away from my direction and lowered his eyes to the glass in his hand. I took the opportunity to look at him again, from a distance. He had placed his hat on the table next to him and I drew in a deep breath as I marvelled at his beauty. His hair was jet-black and fell in spirals around his face. It was long and loosely tied up in a low pony-tail. His deep brown eyes looked even more beautiful now that I could see the perfect arch of his heavy brows that contrasted with his milky-coffee skin. His lips were soft-looking and full, and I couldn’t help noticing that he was biting his lower lip. A slight cleft in his chin added to his perfection. There was a gentleness about him that I’d never seen in a man before.
‘How do you know Jack? I asked partly out of curiosity and partly because I wanted to hear him speak again.
‘Ooooh!’ he laughed, deeply, ‘Jack and I go back a long way.’ And he smiled into his glass as he took another mouthful.
‘Let’s just say we’ve had a lot of unfinished business for a long time’
‘Why did he just… give me to you?’ I didn’t expect an answer.
‘Because… you are the most valuable thing he has.’ And he smiled at me. But it wasn’t a mocking smile. He wasn’t teasing me. It was a smile full of sympathy for me. I was completely sidetracked and didn’t know what to say.
‘Let’s get out of here,’ he said. ‘It should be safe now.’
‘What?’ I asked incredulous. ‘We can’t leave. I’m not going anywhere!’
He ignored me and moved towards the window which he lifted open. I heard him whistle loudly and a car instantly pulled up outside the building. ‘You first!’ He looked me up and down. ‘Carry your shoes.’ he ordered. I wanted to argue back, but I couldn’t. I knew I shouldn’t be leaving the building with this man. Jack had apparently only intended for me to have sex with him, not to run away. I was frightened and I knew Jack would kill us both if he caught us. But I didn’t want to say no to this man either. Something told me that I would be safe with him.
Part 3
I looked at the window and then at my dress wondering how I would climb out. ‘Here, let me help you.’ he said. I couldn’t help but quiver as he touched me again, supporting my body as I tried to climb out without revealing too much. But it was impossible, the slit in my dress was already gaping wide and I was beginning to seriously regret my choice of undergarments. They left very little to the imagination. I finally got myself outside and shivered as my bare feet touched the freezing cold steel fire escape.
He followed me and together we ran down as quickly as we could.
Smooth Criminal – Part 1 by Jenny Ann
As soon as he walked into the joint I knew there was something different about this man. He was alone and had an air of authority about him, dare I say even arrogance. His eyes were hidden by the angle of his hat, but I could see his well-defined jaw line and chiselled cheekbones even in the dim light of the smoky club. He stood absolutely still taking in his surroundings for what seemed an eternity. The men were clearly suspicious and had stopped playing cards and messing around with their women. Some pulled up chairs and turned around menacingly. Others stood perching one foot upon the chair they’d been sitting upon, nonchalantly sizing him up. He stood still. I admired his poise. He seemed so sure of himself.
He reached into his trouser pocket and immediately every man in the joint cocked his pistol. Every movement was so sharp and defined. I couldn’t take my eyes off him. He clearly enjoyed alarming them and lingered with his hand in his pocket before extracting a coin. A dime. He flipped it up high into the air and I gazed spellbound as it swivelled in slow motion towards the jukebox and straight into its slot. I had never seen anything like it before. Who was he? Why was he here?
As soon as the music played the tension broke and he walked casually towards me. I couldn’t be sure, because his eyes were still hidden from view, but they seemed to bore straight through me. My eyes were fixed upon him and I could tell everyone was watching us although they were pretending otherwise. My mouth felt dry and I felt the colour drain away from my face as he approached. I felt sick with anxiety. No man had ever dared approach me like this. Not when I was with Jack. Not if that man valued his own life.
He walked right up to me and stood breathing on my face. He was standing, almost defiantly, right next to my body, almost willing me to move back in outrage. I didn’t. Instead I tried to stand up to him by straightening my back, exaggerating my control of the situation, my hand still firmly fastened to my hip. Jack liked it when I teased other men, especially his enemies, by letting them know I was wearing stockings and the tiniest most see-though panties, so my dress, as usual was tight and split almost to the top of my hip. Jack was sat next to me so he could enjoy the best view. He made me stand with my legs slightly apart, I suppose it turned him on and made him feel more powerful knowing he was the only one who could enjoy me.
The stranger was clearly aroused and not at all fazed by Jack’s presence. It turned me on knowing that he was prepared to commit this atrocious act of defiance in front of everybody, especially Jack who never thought twice about firing his gun point blank. I was holding my long cigarette holder and I had to lean back away from the stranger in order to take a drag. I didn’t usually smoke; it was all part of my costume. All part of the act! And besides, it pleased Jack.
I wondered how long this man could stand there before all hell broke lose. I was determined to remain quite still. Women didn’t initiate anything in this joint. We were there simply to serve. If there was any reaction to be made by this man’s intrusion it would be made by Jack first, not me. I took a sideways glance at Jack, whom to my surprise continued to play cards. He stole the occasional glance at the stranger, but did nothing. All the while the stranger kept his eyes firmly on me. I feel him harden against my leg, but still I was determined not to react.
Eventually, he slowly turned his head and looked at Jack. I could see his eyes now clearly lit in the half-light of the room. They seemed to gleam with some inner light and I could see that that not only was he handsome, but he was beautiful as well. I started as he moved his left hand onto my hip and forced my body closer to his. I now turned my whole head to face Jack. Surely, he would just shoot him for this act of insubordination. I also began to sweat a little as I felt excited by this man’s presence. I didn’t want Jack to sense my attraction towards him. But to my absolute amazement Jack seemed to lower his eyes submissively. The stranger broke the silence.
‘Well, Jack?’
Jack didn’t reply but continued to stare at the hand of cards he was holding. The stranger continued,
‘I think this is what we agreed upon. Please correct me if I’m wrong.’
I could not believe my ears or eyes. The stranger was talking about me. Suddenly I was frightened. Jack had sold me and his silence was deafening.
Part 2
Not a word was spoken. The room was completely silent. I felt the gaze of every man and woman in the joint. From that moment onwards any communication was given purely by eye signals and gestures. Jack signalled to his men to put down their guns. They were all apparently as stunned as I was. The stranger turned me around and grabbed my upper arm pushing me forwards. I looked at Jack, but still he avoided my gaze. I felt completely helpless now and had no choice but to walk in front of this man who kept close behind me; I could still feel him breathing on my neck. The silence was now broken by the echoing click of my six-inch heels as I walked slowly towards the staircase. Men and their girls flattened themselves against the walls as we slid past them. Apparently, he was taking me to one of the rooms upstairs.
The room was specifically set up for sexual encounters. The private club was essentially a crap joint run by the local mafia and it inevitably attracted local prostitutes who were more than welcomed. The uncomfortable looking dirty bed was positioned against the centre of the far wall and apart from that there was very little else. A door to the right opened into a small washroom and opposite, to my left, was a window covered with an old net curtain. In the corner behind where I was standing there was a small table to the left with a half empty bottle of whisky and a single glass.
I stood quite motionless in the centre of the room, the stranger still behind me. I heard his footsteps walk to the corner of the room and he filled the empty glass with whisky. He then sat on an old armchair that was positioned next to the table. I tried not to look at him, not daring to flinch a single muscle. I didn’t want him to sense my anxiety about what lay ahead. I could feel his eyes bore into me and my dress felt tighter and more restrictive than ever.
Finally, overcome with curiosity I spoke. ‘So, what do we do now?’ I asked not even turning my head to look at him. He paused before answering. I heard him take a large mouthful of whisky. He swallowed.
‘We wait.’ he said simply, ‘Let him sweat a bit.’
My legs were beginning to feel tired. I wasn’t used to standing for long in these heels. I was usually, by this stage in the evening, draped over Jack whilst I allowed his hands to roam freely over my body. I wasn’t used to this kind of encounter. Jack had been the only man I had ever slept with. Still, the stranger didn’t know that and I was determined to remain cool and unfazed by his behaviour.
‘Sit down on the bed!’ he said.
Relieved to be given some instruction, I walked slowly towards the bed and gratefully took the weight off my feet. I automatically removed my shoes and glanced over at the stranger whilst I did so. He moved his head suddenly away from my direction and lowered his eyes to the glass in his hand. I took the opportunity to look at him again, from a distance. He had placed his hat on the table next to him and I drew in a deep breath as I marvelled at his beauty. His hair was jet-black and fell in spirals around his face. It was long and loosely tied up in a low pony-tail. His deep brown eyes looked even more beautiful now that I could see the perfect arch of his heavy brows that contrasted with his milky-coffee skin. His lips were soft-looking and full, and I couldn’t help noticing that he was biting his lower lip. A slight cleft in his chin added to his perfection. There was a gentleness about him that I’d never seen in a man before.
‘How do you know Jack? I asked partly out of curiosity and partly because I wanted to hear him speak again.
‘Ooooh!’ he laughed, deeply, ‘Jack and I go back a long way.’ And he smiled into his glass as he took another mouthful.
‘Let’s just say we’ve had a lot of unfinished business for a long time’
‘Why did he just… give me to you?’ I didn’t expect an answer.
‘Because… you are the most valuable thing he has.’ And he smiled at me. But it wasn’t a mocking smile. He wasn’t teasing me. It was a smile full of sympathy for me. I was completely sidetracked and didn’t know what to say.
‘Let’s get out of here,’ he said. ‘It should be safe now.’
‘What?’ I asked incredulous. ‘We can’t leave. I’m not going anywhere!’
He ignored me and moved towards the window which he lifted open. I heard him whistle loudly and a car instantly pulled up outside the building. ‘You first!’ He looked me up and down. ‘Carry your shoes.’ he ordered. I wanted to argue back, but I couldn’t. I knew I shouldn’t be leaving the building with this man. Jack had apparently only intended for me to have sex with him, not to run away. I was frightened and I knew Jack would kill us both if he caught us. But I didn’t want to say no to this man either. Something told me that I would be safe with him.
Part 3
I looked at the window and then at my dress wondering how I would climb out. ‘Here, let me help you.’ he said. I couldn’t help but quiver as he touched me again, supporting my body as I tried to climb out without revealing too much. But it was impossible, the slit in my dress was already gaping wide and I was beginning to seriously regret my choice of undergarments. They left very little to the imagination. I finally got myself outside and shivered as my bare feet touched the freezing cold steel fire escape.
He followed me and together we ran down as quickly as we could.
‘Just drive’ he shouted as soon as we were in the vehicle, but it was too late. We’d been spotted and machine gun fire opened up, blazing behind us.
‘GET DOWN!’ he yelled, but instead of following suit he pulled out his own machine gun from under the seat and hanging out of the window returned fire. The firing stopped and luckily we had managed to get out of range relatively unscathed. I’d seen lots of shootings and lots of people get killed, but never before had I been pursued and I knew that wouldn’t be the end of it. I was visibly shaking and Michael removed his jacket and put it around my shoulders.
‘Are you okay?’ he asked. ‘I’m sorry it had to be this way.’
I looked at him not hiding my curiosity. He caught my stare and looked embarrassed. ‘Do you know me?’ I asked.
He looked down at his hands that I noticed for the first time. His fingers were long and graceful. In fact, everything about this man was simply beautiful. He looked back at me, ‘I’ve been following you, for quite some time.’ he said and he took my breath away as he spoke.
‘Your name is Anna Carluccio and you are the daughter of Eddie Carluccio who was shot dead when you were five years old. Your mother died just after you were born. Her name was Maria. My father knew your father, Anna, and he made a promise to him, that no matter what happened he would protect you. However, my father was imprisoned when I was just sixteen years old and my mother would not let me speak to him for a long time.’
He looked at me as if willing me to understand what he was saying.
‘But I don’t understand. How does that affect me?’
He sighed and then continued, ‘Jack has many stooges in the Police Department and it was easy for him to get my father locked up for attempted murder. And as if to further punish my father, Jack managed to get you released from the state orphanage as soon as you turned eighteen. My father had never told my mother or me of your existence. He knew she would want to adopt you and there was no way he could guarantee you would be safe with us. He felt you were safer with the state. You’ve been with Jack for nearly five years now, Anna. Last year, while still in prison, my father suffered a stroke. He desperately wanted to speak to me and before my father died he told me how Jack had framed him. And then he told me about you and his obligation towards you. He was in tears! He thought he had failed his friend. He loved your father, like a brother, and he made me promise that I would save you.’
My mind was reeling now. I didn’t know what to think. He continued.
‘I’m a private detective, Anna. I’ve been interested in Jack and his shenanigans for quite some time. Not just because of the ties he had with my father or his… association with you. He’s on our most wanted list and he knows the game is nearly up. Jack’s part of dying breed, Anna! He doesn’t have as many friends as he used to. I wanted to get you out of there before things turned nasty. There was no other way.’ I shivered. The stranger must have sensed my fear because he put his arm around me and I rested my head against his chest. I suddenly felt exhausted.
I looked up at him and realising what he had just done for me kissed him on the cheek, ‘Thank you.’ He looked at me his eyes gleaming bright. He seemed to know everything about me and I suddenly felt safer than I had ever felt before. I continued to look at the man who had just rescued me. He looked back at me intently and then gazing at my lips brought his face close to mine and began to kiss me. ‘I’m so sorry Anna!’ he gasped, ‘I shouldn’t kiss you like this. You’re vulnerable.’
I was almost crying with the agony of wanting him to kiss me. I had never known a feeling like this. I had never felt this kind of wanton desire. ‘No, please. I want you to. Please kiss me.’ I begged. And without hesitating he pushed me back in the seat and kissed me hard. Remembering the driver, he suddenly stopped. ‘Bill,’ he called, ‘I’ll take it from here.’
‘No problem, Mr Jackson!’ and the driver got out and walked away into the night.
He turned back to face me. I whispered, ‘I don’t know your name. You know everything about me, yet I don’t even know your name.’
‘It’s Michael.’ He replied, ‘Hush now, girl!’ I wasn’t sure what I was doing. Maybe it was the excitement of the evening. I knew I should stop, but there was something so indescribably beautiful about this man. I felt as I had never felt with Jack. My whole body ached with desire and anticipation. I wanted him. The way he looked at me filled me with excitement.
‘GET DOWN!’ he yelled, but instead of following suit he pulled out his own machine gun from under the seat and hanging out of the window returned fire. The firing stopped and luckily we had managed to get out of range relatively unscathed. I’d seen lots of shootings and lots of people get killed, but never before had I been pursued and I knew that wouldn’t be the end of it. I was visibly shaking and Michael removed his jacket and put it around my shoulders.
‘Are you okay?’ he asked. ‘I’m sorry it had to be this way.’
I looked at him not hiding my curiosity. He caught my stare and looked embarrassed. ‘Do you know me?’ I asked.
He looked down at his hands that I noticed for the first time. His fingers were long and graceful. In fact, everything about this man was simply beautiful. He looked back at me, ‘I’ve been following you, for quite some time.’ he said and he took my breath away as he spoke.
‘Your name is Anna Carluccio and you are the daughter of Eddie Carluccio who was shot dead when you were five years old. Your mother died just after you were born. Her name was Maria. My father knew your father, Anna, and he made a promise to him, that no matter what happened he would protect you. However, my father was imprisoned when I was just sixteen years old and my mother would not let me speak to him for a long time.’
He looked at me as if willing me to understand what he was saying.
‘But I don’t understand. How does that affect me?’
He sighed and then continued, ‘Jack has many stooges in the Police Department and it was easy for him to get my father locked up for attempted murder. And as if to further punish my father, Jack managed to get you released from the state orphanage as soon as you turned eighteen. My father had never told my mother or me of your existence. He knew she would want to adopt you and there was no way he could guarantee you would be safe with us. He felt you were safer with the state. You’ve been with Jack for nearly five years now, Anna. Last year, while still in prison, my father suffered a stroke. He desperately wanted to speak to me and before my father died he told me how Jack had framed him. And then he told me about you and his obligation towards you. He was in tears! He thought he had failed his friend. He loved your father, like a brother, and he made me promise that I would save you.’
My mind was reeling now. I didn’t know what to think. He continued.
‘I’m a private detective, Anna. I’ve been interested in Jack and his shenanigans for quite some time. Not just because of the ties he had with my father or his… association with you. He’s on our most wanted list and he knows the game is nearly up. Jack’s part of dying breed, Anna! He doesn’t have as many friends as he used to. I wanted to get you out of there before things turned nasty. There was no other way.’ I shivered. The stranger must have sensed my fear because he put his arm around me and I rested my head against his chest. I suddenly felt exhausted.
I looked up at him and realising what he had just done for me kissed him on the cheek, ‘Thank you.’ He looked at me his eyes gleaming bright. He seemed to know everything about me and I suddenly felt safer than I had ever felt before. I continued to look at the man who had just rescued me. He looked back at me intently and then gazing at my lips brought his face close to mine and began to kiss me. ‘I’m so sorry Anna!’ he gasped, ‘I shouldn’t kiss you like this. You’re vulnerable.’
I was almost crying with the agony of wanting him to kiss me. I had never known a feeling like this. I had never felt this kind of wanton desire. ‘No, please. I want you to. Please kiss me.’ I begged. And without hesitating he pushed me back in the seat and kissed me hard. Remembering the driver, he suddenly stopped. ‘Bill,’ he called, ‘I’ll take it from here.’
‘No problem, Mr Jackson!’ and the driver got out and walked away into the night.
He turned back to face me. I whispered, ‘I don’t know your name. You know everything about me, yet I don’t even know your name.’
‘It’s Michael.’ He replied, ‘Hush now, girl!’ I wasn’t sure what I was doing. Maybe it was the excitement of the evening. I knew I should stop, but there was something so indescribably beautiful about this man. I felt as I had never felt with Jack. My whole body ached with desire and anticipation. I wanted him. The way he looked at me filled me with excitement.
He gently parted my legs, which in and of itself made me groan. I looked into his eyes that seemed to become even darker as his pupils dilated. My nipples hardened and as if sensing my arousal he pulled down my dress and bra straps until my breasts were completely exposed. I was so wet my panties, which were already see-through, must have appeared virtually invisible to his eyes. His hands brushed my skin and sent out shockwaves. I quivered. ‘Are you sure, Anna?’ he questioned softly. ‘Yes!’ I replied without thinking.
Our eyes locked together and remained so as he lowered his head to my secret place. He teased me by brushing his fingertips gently over my panties, then, still looking me in my eye, he pulled them aside and began kissing me just as he had kissed me on the mouth. His kisses were intense and I groaned as his tongue pushed its way inside. His breath was hot and I melted each time he whispered my name, every breath landing like butterflies on my secret place.
He continued and brought a hand up to tease and play with one of my nipples. His lips curled into a smile as he continued to savour and taste me. He opened his hand so that his palm was barely touching my nipple and I groaned in ecstasy at the feathery light touch as he rotated his palm. His other hand had now joined his mouth in pleasuring my most intimate parts and I couldn’t stop my hips from rising and falling. ‘Oh, girl!’ he whispered, ‘I need you so bad!’ I couldn’t contain myself for long and I gasped as I felt my body erupt in spasms of ecstasy and I whispered his name over and over again.
Our eyes locked together and remained so as he lowered his head to my secret place. He teased me by brushing his fingertips gently over my panties, then, still looking me in my eye, he pulled them aside and began kissing me just as he had kissed me on the mouth. His kisses were intense and I groaned as his tongue pushed its way inside. His breath was hot and I melted each time he whispered my name, every breath landing like butterflies on my secret place.
He continued and brought a hand up to tease and play with one of my nipples. His lips curled into a smile as he continued to savour and taste me. He opened his hand so that his palm was barely touching my nipple and I groaned in ecstasy at the feathery light touch as he rotated his palm. His other hand had now joined his mouth in pleasuring my most intimate parts and I couldn’t stop my hips from rising and falling. ‘Oh, girl!’ he whispered, ‘I need you so bad!’ I couldn’t contain myself for long and I gasped as I felt my body erupt in spasms of ecstasy and I whispered his name over and over again.
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