Michael's hands traced Calliope's neck, breasts and stomach as he kissed her. Her body burned and her gold dress felt heavy and in the way. Inside, the embers of a fire began as he touched her and all she wanted to do was give herself.
He stood and offered his hand. Without any other thought, she followed him into his bedroom.
The walls were stark white with little decoration though the black and white photography that hung was likely a decorator's vision of the closed off Michael that he presented to the world.
As they neared the bed, his lips met hers again and it felt like her temperature shot through the roof. Nothing else mattered as his hands unzipped her dress and he trailed his lips down her neck. The powerful kiss sent shockwaves through her while he lowered his goal to the tip of her breasts and his hand played with her hem.
Fireworks exploded as she let him taste every inch of her.
Slowly he freed her nipples from the restraints of her clothes and suckled one while he massaged the other.
Wow. Excitement built inside her.
He kissed her lips again while he explored and continued to tease her, everywhere. Her body felt weak and she reached out to hold him as she lowered herself on the bed. Something needed to keep her steady.
He held her close and deepened the kiss as he unzipped the dress fully and traced her spine.
The sensation made her weak and needier.
As she let out a soft sigh, he sucked on her nipples as she wiggled and was lost in a haze of desire.
This time, while he kissed her again, she wiggled her dress lower. She helped and when she kissed him, threw her dress onto the floor; it was in the way. The same with her underwear.
Now she was naked, and reached for the buttons of his shirt and top of the pants. She climbed on top of him to remove all his clothes and grinded on his hard manhood.
Once she had his clothes undone, he slowed her down and continued his passionate attention to her breasts.
A moan escaped her lips and he broke contact to remove the vestiges of his clothes. She felt needy and ached for him. Finally he returned to their intimate embrace, and he laid her down on her back while his kisses continued, all over. First to her stomach and she sucked in her breathe while he went even further down. As he kissed the juncture of her thighs, she moaned out, "Michael."
She heard a purr from him, but then he gently tugged apart the front folds of her nether-regions and tasted her essence.
Everything he did sent a wave of pleasure through her. She lost the ability to think. He was amazing and she needed to do something more to ensure he enjoyed every second as well. She reached out and massaged his arousal.
Somehow she had to give him as much pleasure as she could. To offer She reached down to kiss the tip of his erection, but he shook his head and gently directed her to lie down. Next time.
This time she obeyed and followed his lead. She traced his muscular body and opened her legs to keep him close as his massive penis pushed into her.
The rhythm he found so fast sent her off the charts. All she could do was moan. "Michael. Yes."
Her pleas caused him to grin and show off his dimples. Then while keeping the steady pace of their union, the palms of his hands stroked her alerted and needy skin until he flicked her nipples.
The sensation caused her to moan louder. No other thoughts would form as he pumped faster. Clouds formed in her head and she clutched his hands to hold him and herself in the here and now. Every part of her wanted to explode.
They both needed this release at the same time. She had to offer him something that sent him into orbit as well with her, now. So she changed their positions and she climbed on top.
He didn't object and stared at her like she was some angel. The light in his eyes inspired her. She found a pace that matched his as she bounced and then leaned down to kiss him passionately.
Finally he let out a groan and she knew that he enjoyed this. She swallowed and increased her speed as she rode his shaft and trailed her fingers over his hard body.
He let out a grunt. Good. He grabbed her hips and pumped faster. She met his speed as she lost control of herself.
All she had were sensations and moans.
Somehow he had the fortitude as he leaned up and took her nipple in his lips again. It was the last thing she could remember as her body went out of control, a funnel of need and want.
He turned them again as he laid her on her back and continued his fast rate.
All she could do was respond and take more of him in. Her entire body moved to his rhythm.
She moaned as he possessed her body, again and again.
Michael had brought her to heaven itself. She felt herself leave her body.