Not Alone by Erika B. Michaels
Authors Note: July 1995: Michael is getting ready to film his short-film You Are Not Alone,starring his lovely wife Lisa Marie. Will Lisa help keep him focused or will she prove to be a welcome distraction from work?
Rated NC-17
Rated NC-17
Chapter 1
Stupid, stupid, stupid!
All she could think of was what an idiotic, ludicrous, asinine idea this had been. As soon as Wayne approached her with this ridiculous concept, she should have run for the hills. And why was he the one talking to her about it anyway? This crappy, whimsical, childish concept was not born of Wayne’s mind. Oh, no! The creator of this crap was none other than her dear husband. The very same husband who had not been able to ask her if she would mind taking off her clothes and frolic with his naked ass for all the world to see. One would think that you would invite your wife personally to appear butt-naked in your video. But no, not Michael. He sent his director to get her to agree.
Still, all this internal ranting could not cover for the fact that she had agreed. Maybe one of those damn fake Greek columns could just tumble over and cave in her obviously debilitated head.
“Lisa-Marie, could you do us all a favor and pretend that you are having a good time here?”
Fuck you, Wayne!
“What are you talking about? I’m having a ball.” The sarcasm dripping from her lips was not lost on anyone.
Michael’s eyes found her after looking up from the ground he had been studying intently.
“Lisa, I am saying this with love, but you do look like someone is about to kill you. That is not exactly the look we are going for here. But don’t worry; this is just the light check anyway to make sure the lighting is ok.” Not for one moment was she fooled by the softness in his tone. She knew he liked to conceal the venom of his criticism with sugary sweetness. If she responded to the message behind the words, everyone would wonder how bitchy, evil Lisa could be so mean to her sweet husband. The urge to punch him became difficult to control.
“You know, what, Mike? Why don’t you just take this fucking shoot and shove it up your ass? You don’t even have to drop your pants to do it. Isn’t that convenient?”
With that, she grabbed her robe and stormed off to her trailer.
Chapter 2
Well, this was not going smoothly. She just had to make this difficult. But she had agreed, so why be such a bitch about it now? Well, the answer probably was because she had to be a bitch about everything lately. Women! Maybe she had heard that his friend Debbie had stopped by. Lisa harbored intense dislike for his dear friend, and the pure mention of her name might have catapulted her into one of her pissy moods.
Wayne pulled his cap over his eyes and hid his face in his hands for a second. When he looked up, he could not totally conceal his exasperation.
“Michael, would you mind trying to calm her down?”
Calm her down? Lisa? Was Wayne crazy? He might try after an hour or ten, but to do so right now would require a bulletproof suit, and all he had was his skimpy towel and a robe.
“Let her stew for a minute. I think she will be ok.” He did not answer Wayne’s question, but momentarily got him out of rushing after her.
“Michael, time is money…. Please?”
Fucking shit!
Just because Michael did not curse in public, did not mean he did not do it in his head.
It all had seemed like such a simple, lovely idea. He had the concept for the shoot for You Are Not Alone all planned out when he saw the painting by Maxfield Parrish titled “Daybreak.” It showed two characters from ancient times, the female bending over the resting male to the backdrop of a gorgeous Greek temple. As soon as he saw it, the woman’s lithe figure reminded him of Lisa.
How cool would it be if both of them were almost naked in a Grecian setting? What a great metaphor for pure, innocent, yet sexual love. Plus, Daybreak was a wonderful metaphor for the start of a new day, a new beginning, such as when Lisa and he would finally start their family. The only problem was that he and Lisa weren’t exactly on speaking terms most of the time. They were still very much on screwing terms, but they had cut the speaking out of their relationship as it usually led to very ugly fights.
Instead of risking one of his wife’s dangerous outbursts, Michael talked the idea over with Wayne Isham, his director, who was hesitant, but open to suggestions. Wayne had inquired if Lisa would agree and Michael had assured him it was a done deal. How likely was it that Lisa would not want to appear in one of his videos? People were falling all over themselves to be included in one of his short films, and surely she would not be any different. She still harbored thoughts of starting her own career and this would be great exposure--quite literally.
Wayne seemed surprised when Michael, on the day that shooting was supposed to start, had approached him about making the concept palatable to Lisa-Marie. Lisa had agreed to meet him on set, so it was the perfect time to spring this on her without her having much of a chance to think herself out of it and mess up his wonderful plan.
“You mean, she has not agreed to do it yet?” Wayne stared at Michael incredulously.
Why was he looking at him that way? Was there a problem?
“Ah, no. Not exactly. But I am sure she won’t turn you down.”
“Michael, I would hope your wife would not turn you down. She does not know me from Adam.”
“No, really. She knows who you are. She admires your work. It will be great. She will love it. Especially, if you ask her.”
“Michael, do you think it will be a problem?”
“Why would it be a problem?”
“I don’t know. Somehow the fact that you have not asked her already seems to indicate you expect a problem.”
Michael looked down and studied the pattern of the carpet. “No, it’s fine. I am just…. I guess I am just shy…”
He was blushing.
“You have seen her naked before, right, Mike?”
He giggled nervously. Had he ever… “Sure, but she might get mad if I ask her. She has a temper, you know.” He whispered the last statement in a conspiratorial manner.
Wayne had grudgingly agreed to go and ask Lisa. As expected, she had agreed. Her acquiescence again brought him back to the question of why she had to act as if someone had asked her to eat shit. He knew she did not like to have attention focused on her. She usually got embarrassed out in public or when they did a photoshoot together. Well, that was until he warmed her up. He had developed several strategies to get Lisa over her dislike of public situations. Distraction usually worked fine. Confrontation, on the other hand, was not the route to go.
“Michael. We need to keep going. Are we going to do this with Lisa-Marie, or do you just want to shoot with you for now and see what we get?”
Hell no! How dare she fuck up his video? It was all planned out and he could see it perfectly in his mind’s eye. If she thought she ran this show she had another thing coming! She had her chance to turn this down, but had committed. If he hated anything it was unprofessional behavior.
Those thoughts propelled him toward the trailer and towards Hurricane Lisa.
How cool would it be if both of them were almost naked in a Grecian setting? What a great metaphor for pure, innocent, yet sexual love. Plus, Daybreak was a wonderful metaphor for the start of a new day, a new beginning, such as when Lisa and he would finally start their family. The only problem was that he and Lisa weren’t exactly on speaking terms most of the time. They were still very much on screwing terms, but they had cut the speaking out of their relationship as it usually led to very ugly fights.
Instead of risking one of his wife’s dangerous outbursts, Michael talked the idea over with Wayne Isham, his director, who was hesitant, but open to suggestions. Wayne had inquired if Lisa would agree and Michael had assured him it was a done deal. How likely was it that Lisa would not want to appear in one of his videos? People were falling all over themselves to be included in one of his short films, and surely she would not be any different. She still harbored thoughts of starting her own career and this would be great exposure--quite literally.
Wayne seemed surprised when Michael, on the day that shooting was supposed to start, had approached him about making the concept palatable to Lisa-Marie. Lisa had agreed to meet him on set, so it was the perfect time to spring this on her without her having much of a chance to think herself out of it and mess up his wonderful plan.
“You mean, she has not agreed to do it yet?” Wayne stared at Michael incredulously.
Why was he looking at him that way? Was there a problem?
“Ah, no. Not exactly. But I am sure she won’t turn you down.”
“Michael, I would hope your wife would not turn you down. She does not know me from Adam.”
“No, really. She knows who you are. She admires your work. It will be great. She will love it. Especially, if you ask her.”
“Michael, do you think it will be a problem?”
“Why would it be a problem?”
“I don’t know. Somehow the fact that you have not asked her already seems to indicate you expect a problem.”
Michael looked down and studied the pattern of the carpet. “No, it’s fine. I am just…. I guess I am just shy…”
He was blushing.
“You have seen her naked before, right, Mike?”
He giggled nervously. Had he ever… “Sure, but she might get mad if I ask her. She has a temper, you know.” He whispered the last statement in a conspiratorial manner.
Wayne had grudgingly agreed to go and ask Lisa. As expected, she had agreed. Her acquiescence again brought him back to the question of why she had to act as if someone had asked her to eat shit. He knew she did not like to have attention focused on her. She usually got embarrassed out in public or when they did a photoshoot together. Well, that was until he warmed her up. He had developed several strategies to get Lisa over her dislike of public situations. Distraction usually worked fine. Confrontation, on the other hand, was not the route to go.
“Michael. We need to keep going. Are we going to do this with Lisa-Marie, or do you just want to shoot with you for now and see what we get?”
Hell no! How dare she fuck up his video? It was all planned out and he could see it perfectly in his mind’s eye. If she thought she ran this show she had another thing coming! She had her chance to turn this down, but had committed. If he hated anything it was unprofessional behavior.
Those thoughts propelled him toward the trailer and towards Hurricane Lisa.
Chapter 3
The door was yanked open and slammed shut.
What the hell?
He never slammed doors. That was her part of drama. Lisa was sitting on the couch, her legs curled under her, just staring into space. That is, she had been staring into space until he made his impressive entrance, startling her. Her blue eyes shot poisonous darts as she glared at him from beneath the curtain of long, auburn curls before turning her head and ignoring his presence once again.
He just stood there and stared at her, his arms braced on his hip. Neither one of them wanted to convey the impression of weakening their stance or of giving in.
Finally, Lisa could not stand the frosty silence in this war of wills anymore.
“What? It is embarrassing. It was a fucked up idea. You only did this to humiliate me.”
“Funny, ‘cause I thought I did it to include you. Wasn’t it you who wanted to share more things with me?”
“Call me crazy, but when I said that I did not mean sharing your naked ass with everyone here.”
He took several steps closer while she sank deeper into the couch.
“I mean, dude, you want me to be just about naked out there. And there are cameras, and people, and...”
“You don’t say? That might be ‘cause it’s a video shoot.” He raised an eyebrow and an arrogant smile started to settle on his features.
“Yeah, Michael, being a condescending asshole will make it all better.”
She got up and started to go into the other room. Michael stepped to his left and cut off her exit route, annoying the living daylights out of her. She tried to shove past him, but he grabbed her arm.
“How about you stop being such a brat? And stop cursing so damn much.”
“Get the fuck out of my way, you hypocrite.” She pushed against him with her free hand. Michael’s other hand caught her wrist. In an attempt to use her body weight, she tried to push against him again, resulting in an even tighter grip.
“You are hurting me. Let the fuck go of me!”
“If I let you go, promise not to hit.” It was not beyond Lisa to try to attack him with her fists. She might be petite, but in her rage, she was a force to be reckoned with.
“Why, your majesty, are you afraid of getting hurt by your little wife?”
Her eyes glared at him daringly. There were moments Lisa thought he would hit her. Of course, she was well aware that he would never stoop that low, but she could see his desire to strike reflected in the fire of his eyes. Only, the problem was, Michael possessed weapons much deadlier than physical violence.
He forced her arms behind her back and held them in place. Doing so, brought her upper body closer to him, and since she continued to struggle against him, her robe started to part in the front, granting him a prime view of her chest. Lisa caught his gaze and felt a different kind of heat rising.
Dammit! Not now. This could not be happening now.
She was sick and tired of being overcome by this unnatural sexual desire for him. She stilled all movement. Her breath was coming in rapid gasps, her hair was coming undone, and her pupils were dilated. All of a sudden, her lips felt parched.
The door was yanked open and slammed shut.
What the hell?
He never slammed doors. That was her part of drama. Lisa was sitting on the couch, her legs curled under her, just staring into space. That is, she had been staring into space until he made his impressive entrance, startling her. Her blue eyes shot poisonous darts as she glared at him from beneath the curtain of long, auburn curls before turning her head and ignoring his presence once again.
He just stood there and stared at her, his arms braced on his hip. Neither one of them wanted to convey the impression of weakening their stance or of giving in.
Finally, Lisa could not stand the frosty silence in this war of wills anymore.
“What? It is embarrassing. It was a fucked up idea. You only did this to humiliate me.”
“Funny, ‘cause I thought I did it to include you. Wasn’t it you who wanted to share more things with me?”
“Call me crazy, but when I said that I did not mean sharing your naked ass with everyone here.”
He took several steps closer while she sank deeper into the couch.
“I mean, dude, you want me to be just about naked out there. And there are cameras, and people, and...”
“You don’t say? That might be ‘cause it’s a video shoot.” He raised an eyebrow and an arrogant smile started to settle on his features.
“Yeah, Michael, being a condescending asshole will make it all better.”
She got up and started to go into the other room. Michael stepped to his left and cut off her exit route, annoying the living daylights out of her. She tried to shove past him, but he grabbed her arm.
“How about you stop being such a brat? And stop cursing so damn much.”
“Get the fuck out of my way, you hypocrite.” She pushed against him with her free hand. Michael’s other hand caught her wrist. In an attempt to use her body weight, she tried to push against him again, resulting in an even tighter grip.
“You are hurting me. Let the fuck go of me!”
“If I let you go, promise not to hit.” It was not beyond Lisa to try to attack him with her fists. She might be petite, but in her rage, she was a force to be reckoned with.
“Why, your majesty, are you afraid of getting hurt by your little wife?”
Her eyes glared at him daringly. There were moments Lisa thought he would hit her. Of course, she was well aware that he would never stoop that low, but she could see his desire to strike reflected in the fire of his eyes. Only, the problem was, Michael possessed weapons much deadlier than physical violence.
He forced her arms behind her back and held them in place. Doing so, brought her upper body closer to him, and since she continued to struggle against him, her robe started to part in the front, granting him a prime view of her chest. Lisa caught his gaze and felt a different kind of heat rising.
Dammit! Not now. This could not be happening now.
She was sick and tired of being overcome by this unnatural sexual desire for him. She stilled all movement. Her breath was coming in rapid gasps, her hair was coming undone, and her pupils were dilated. All of a sudden, her lips felt parched.
Michael seemed to suffer from a similar affliction as his tongue appeared, licking his lips. Her eyes focused on his luscious bottom lip. Only too well did she know the feeling it and that velvet tongue on every inch of her body. Her nipples tightened at the thought of his mouth nibbling on her breast, of his teeth torturing her. She felt liquid filling her pussy and a tingling sensation radiating from her womb to every corner of her body. She also noticed she was not the only one affected. He had stepped into her, pressing his body against hers, causing her to feel his growing erection against her belly.
“See, what you make me do?” Michael’s voice had dropped an octave, sending chills down her spine. However, the trembling was no longer caused by anger or even fear, but was fueled by pure animalistic lust. His face inched closer and closer to hers. Lisa had raised her head to meet his eyes once again and was now hypnotized by the approach of those sensual lips. Soon, yet not soon enough, she felt his hot breath on her.
“Michael….” Her voice was nothing but a raspy whisper.
“Yes?” His lips gently landed on her jaw as he started to place small butterfly kisses along her jaw bone, heading toward her ear.
“Stop it, please.” She hoped with all her heart he would disregard her whimper as she tilted her head, granting him easier access.
“Do you really want me to stop?” The hot breath caressed her ear lobe a second before his teeth nibbled on the fleshy, soft skin.
“Ahhh…” She melted into him, her hips starting to move against his bulge, engaging in the dance they both knew so well.
Michael’s tongue alternated soft strokes with his small bites as he aimed for lower on her neck, continuing his torturous journey.
“I can’t understand what you said, Princess. You have to speak up.”
He maneuvered his hands so he only used one hand to secure her wrists behind her, while his other hand started to tug on the collar of her robe. He pushed it past her shoulders, first one side, then the other. The soft material began to slowly glide down Lisa’s skin, exposing the heated surface to the air conditioned breeze in the trailer. As the back of the material slid lower, the front followed suit and gaped open, revealing her tanned breasts which were eagerly awaiting her husband’s touch.
Michael took his time, kissing, licking, and biting her shoulder. Next, he licked her collar bone, and then kissed the hollow of her neck in an open-mouthed kiss, letting his tongue draw wet circles on the thin membrane, taking notice of her rapid, fluttering pulse. He caressed her other shoulder in similar fashion after making his way to the other side of her torso. His free hand cupped one breast in initially soft contact, before he squeezed and kneaded it with more force. While his mouth was still busy attending to her shoulder, his fingers started to twist and pinch her nipple with gentle, but increasing pressure. Lisa let a moan escape as sparks shot from the rigid peak to her uterus and her clit, causing her hips to seek contact with the hardness that was not abated by the soft material of the robe separating them. Finally, Michael’s mouth left a wet trail, honing in on the target of her breast. His tongue darted out and he licked over the already tight nipple in one strong lap.
Her head fell back and another sigh escaped. She wished she had the use of her hands as his short hair tantalized her, and she longed to run her fingers through the soft curls.
“Let go of me, Mike.” She was astounded that she managed to squeak out a complete sentence.
“I don’t think so.” He blew on her nipple, causing another jolt to race through her.
‘I won’t….oh shit…I won’t fight you. I swear.”
“Does that mean you don’t want me to stop anymore?” The tongue once again licked over her the overly sensitive peak.
“I will kill you if you stop,” she forced out between more sighs.
Michael let his lips close over the rosy crest now, sucking it into his mouth, flattening it between his tongue and the roof of his mouth, before letting up the pressure and gently licking over it like a little cat. Lisa was twisting in his arms, arching her back further, and pushing her breasts into him more. Just when she was not sure she could stand the thrilling agony any longer he switched to her other breast. At the same time his hand came between them and he untied the belt of the robe before he pulled it further open. As his mouth suckled on her other breast, his fingers traced the outline of her ribcage before spreading his fingers over her flat abdomen. In an imitation of a move he often used on himself when lost in his music, he slowly let his hand descend down the chiseled yet soft swell of her abdomen toward the small patch of soft, curly hair hiding the treasure he knew to be beneath.
Lisa was so distracted by his mouth, his tongue, and his teeth on her that she almost did not notice his hand seeking out the core of her pleasure. Almost… Part of her brain registered his impending touch, and she longed for his long, elegant fingers to glide against her clit and her beckoning opening. As if reading her thoughts, he decided to prologue her anticipation by bypassing the hot and swollen flesh and instead let his hand caress her thigh by massaging her strong quads.
“Michael….” Her voice was nothing but a raspy whisper.
“Yes?” His lips gently landed on her jaw as he started to place small butterfly kisses along her jaw bone, heading toward her ear.
“Stop it, please.” She hoped with all her heart he would disregard her whimper as she tilted her head, granting him easier access.
“Do you really want me to stop?” The hot breath caressed her ear lobe a second before his teeth nibbled on the fleshy, soft skin.
“Ahhh…” She melted into him, her hips starting to move against his bulge, engaging in the dance they both knew so well.
Michael’s tongue alternated soft strokes with his small bites as he aimed for lower on her neck, continuing his torturous journey.
“I can’t understand what you said, Princess. You have to speak up.”
He maneuvered his hands so he only used one hand to secure her wrists behind her, while his other hand started to tug on the collar of her robe. He pushed it past her shoulders, first one side, then the other. The soft material began to slowly glide down Lisa’s skin, exposing the heated surface to the air conditioned breeze in the trailer. As the back of the material slid lower, the front followed suit and gaped open, revealing her tanned breasts which were eagerly awaiting her husband’s touch.
Michael took his time, kissing, licking, and biting her shoulder. Next, he licked her collar bone, and then kissed the hollow of her neck in an open-mouthed kiss, letting his tongue draw wet circles on the thin membrane, taking notice of her rapid, fluttering pulse. He caressed her other shoulder in similar fashion after making his way to the other side of her torso. His free hand cupped one breast in initially soft contact, before he squeezed and kneaded it with more force. While his mouth was still busy attending to her shoulder, his fingers started to twist and pinch her nipple with gentle, but increasing pressure. Lisa let a moan escape as sparks shot from the rigid peak to her uterus and her clit, causing her hips to seek contact with the hardness that was not abated by the soft material of the robe separating them. Finally, Michael’s mouth left a wet trail, honing in on the target of her breast. His tongue darted out and he licked over the already tight nipple in one strong lap.
Her head fell back and another sigh escaped. She wished she had the use of her hands as his short hair tantalized her, and she longed to run her fingers through the soft curls.
“Let go of me, Mike.” She was astounded that she managed to squeak out a complete sentence.
“I don’t think so.” He blew on her nipple, causing another jolt to race through her.
‘I won’t….oh shit…I won’t fight you. I swear.”
“Does that mean you don’t want me to stop anymore?” The tongue once again licked over her the overly sensitive peak.
“I will kill you if you stop,” she forced out between more sighs.
Michael let his lips close over the rosy crest now, sucking it into his mouth, flattening it between his tongue and the roof of his mouth, before letting up the pressure and gently licking over it like a little cat. Lisa was twisting in his arms, arching her back further, and pushing her breasts into him more. Just when she was not sure she could stand the thrilling agony any longer he switched to her other breast. At the same time his hand came between them and he untied the belt of the robe before he pulled it further open. As his mouth suckled on her other breast, his fingers traced the outline of her ribcage before spreading his fingers over her flat abdomen. In an imitation of a move he often used on himself when lost in his music, he slowly let his hand descend down the chiseled yet soft swell of her abdomen toward the small patch of soft, curly hair hiding the treasure he knew to be beneath.
Lisa was so distracted by his mouth, his tongue, and his teeth on her that she almost did not notice his hand seeking out the core of her pleasure. Almost… Part of her brain registered his impending touch, and she longed for his long, elegant fingers to glide against her clit and her beckoning opening. As if reading her thoughts, he decided to prologue her anticipation by bypassing the hot and swollen flesh and instead let his hand caress her thigh by massaging her strong quads.
“Mike, please…” She sighed as she gyrated her hips against him.
His lips lifted from her nipple, which instantly was chilled by the air, causing her to gasp. “What, Lisa? What do you want?”
“Touch me, Mike, touch my pussy…”
“But baby, I am touching you. I am touching you here…” His teeth closed on her nipple again, “…and here.” His fingers every so lightly ran up her inner thigh. “Are you saying you really want me…” One finger touched her glistening outer lip, tracing it teasingly, “…touch here?”
At that, two fingers suddenly entered her tight, wet pussy. The sudden intrusion, facilitated by her flowing juices, caused a hoarse scream.
“Is that a yes, dear?” The back and forth motion was alternated with circular movements now, driving her absolutely crazy.
“Oh fuck, yeah, oh my God, Michael, yes…”
Lisa felt him release her wrists as he went down on his knees.
“Spread you legs further, Lisa-Marie.” His order using not only a rough tone but also her full name, sent another gush of fluid to her center, her juices now starting to trickle down her thigh. She complied immediately. “Step one leg up on the coffee table. I want you all the way open for me.” Again she followed his instructions blindly. He applied gentle pressure to her thigh, making her turn her leg out slightly, exposing her swollen sex to him fully.
“Shit, Lisa. You are spilling over.” Michael started to lick the evidence of her arousal as his tongue traveled up her thigh toward the origin of her love tears. When he arrived at her pouting lips, he licked them before gently sucking the pouting petals into his mouth. He noticed Lisa’s legs were starting to quiver and she used her hands to steady herself on his broad shoulders. Her whimpers became louder as she started to ride his fingers and his face with more determination. Michael’s tongue ventured further, starting to lap at the glistening pearl protruding from its velvet casing, causing Lisa to emit a guttural sound. After several licks he stilled the movement of his fingers and removed his mouth from her.
“See baby, all I want to do is be here with you. Be close to your beautiful body. Tell me you want to be in this shoot with me.”
“Michael…” She had trouble hearing him over the thunder of her blood rushing in her ears.
His mouth closed over her clit and he actively sucked it into his mouth, circling it with his tongue like a piece of hard candy. Lisa could feel the tension build to the point of no return. Her uterus had started its telltale fluttering movements and she felt the muscles in her love canal gripping his finger.
“Beg me, Princess. Beg me to let you be in my video, and I might just finish eating your cunt.”
His voice and his words moved her even closer to her goal, but since he moved his mouth and once again stopped his fingers from moving inside her, the release hovered just out of reach. She tried using the movement of her hips to increase the stimulation, but Michael removed his fingers. Instead, his tongue strongly licked over her dripping slit.
“God, you taste like heaven. Let me drink your honey, baby. All you have to do is beg me to be in my shoot. You are so close, I can taste and smell how ready to cum you are. I know you and your body; I know you want to cum for me.”
She could not stand the torture another minute.
“Please, Mike, please let me be in your video. Oh God, damn you Michael…make me cum already, and I will do whatever you want in this goddamn shoot.”
“Good girl, Princess.”
With that he once again captured her clitoris with his teeth before sucking it into the heat of his mouth once more, this time using his tongue to massage it up and down. The friction was enough to push her toward the edge of bliss. When he entered her once again with his fingers, finding her g spot easily and rubbing against it while simultaneously pulling on her pearl, she felt all control slip as sensations exploded into a crazy tornado of heat, electricity, and fire. She screamed his name together with a myriad of curse words as her hips remained pressed against his mouth, feeding him her nectar. Michael was a master at waiting for the waves to subside slightly before he increased internal and external pressure again, releasing yet another wave of pleasure, almost making her lose control of her legs.
Michael got up from his kneeling position and pulled her closer to him. He loved her so much--and never more than right after she climaxed when she was all soft and pliant. He held her head and she nuzzled his neck. Michael put his hands on her waist and gently pushed her backwards, maneuvering her toward the couch. She felt the soft furniture behind her and sank into its cushions. When Michael did not follow her, she looked up into his eyes, and a knowing smile formed on her lips.
“Is there anything I can do for you, Michael?” Her hands already occupied themselves by untying the belt on his robe. Her voice was still raspy and hoarse, turning him on even more.
“Yes, how about you make sure I don’t embarrass us both with my hard-on out there.”
“And how could I be of help with that?” She was determined to make him say it, aiming for the turn on of another order and of him talking dirty to her.
“Well, you could start by sucking my cock.” She raised her eyebrow, smiled in her cocky way, and reached for his steel.
“Touch me, Mike, touch my pussy…”
“But baby, I am touching you. I am touching you here…” His teeth closed on her nipple again, “…and here.” His fingers every so lightly ran up her inner thigh. “Are you saying you really want me…” One finger touched her glistening outer lip, tracing it teasingly, “…touch here?”
At that, two fingers suddenly entered her tight, wet pussy. The sudden intrusion, facilitated by her flowing juices, caused a hoarse scream.
“Is that a yes, dear?” The back and forth motion was alternated with circular movements now, driving her absolutely crazy.
“Oh fuck, yeah, oh my God, Michael, yes…”
Lisa felt him release her wrists as he went down on his knees.
“Spread you legs further, Lisa-Marie.” His order using not only a rough tone but also her full name, sent another gush of fluid to her center, her juices now starting to trickle down her thigh. She complied immediately. “Step one leg up on the coffee table. I want you all the way open for me.” Again she followed his instructions blindly. He applied gentle pressure to her thigh, making her turn her leg out slightly, exposing her swollen sex to him fully.
“Shit, Lisa. You are spilling over.” Michael started to lick the evidence of her arousal as his tongue traveled up her thigh toward the origin of her love tears. When he arrived at her pouting lips, he licked them before gently sucking the pouting petals into his mouth. He noticed Lisa’s legs were starting to quiver and she used her hands to steady herself on his broad shoulders. Her whimpers became louder as she started to ride his fingers and his face with more determination. Michael’s tongue ventured further, starting to lap at the glistening pearl protruding from its velvet casing, causing Lisa to emit a guttural sound. After several licks he stilled the movement of his fingers and removed his mouth from her.
“See baby, all I want to do is be here with you. Be close to your beautiful body. Tell me you want to be in this shoot with me.”
“Michael…” She had trouble hearing him over the thunder of her blood rushing in her ears.
His mouth closed over her clit and he actively sucked it into his mouth, circling it with his tongue like a piece of hard candy. Lisa could feel the tension build to the point of no return. Her uterus had started its telltale fluttering movements and she felt the muscles in her love canal gripping his finger.
“Beg me, Princess. Beg me to let you be in my video, and I might just finish eating your cunt.”
His voice and his words moved her even closer to her goal, but since he moved his mouth and once again stopped his fingers from moving inside her, the release hovered just out of reach. She tried using the movement of her hips to increase the stimulation, but Michael removed his fingers. Instead, his tongue strongly licked over her dripping slit.
“God, you taste like heaven. Let me drink your honey, baby. All you have to do is beg me to be in my shoot. You are so close, I can taste and smell how ready to cum you are. I know you and your body; I know you want to cum for me.”
She could not stand the torture another minute.
“Please, Mike, please let me be in your video. Oh God, damn you Michael…make me cum already, and I will do whatever you want in this goddamn shoot.”
“Good girl, Princess.”
With that he once again captured her clitoris with his teeth before sucking it into the heat of his mouth once more, this time using his tongue to massage it up and down. The friction was enough to push her toward the edge of bliss. When he entered her once again with his fingers, finding her g spot easily and rubbing against it while simultaneously pulling on her pearl, she felt all control slip as sensations exploded into a crazy tornado of heat, electricity, and fire. She screamed his name together with a myriad of curse words as her hips remained pressed against his mouth, feeding him her nectar. Michael was a master at waiting for the waves to subside slightly before he increased internal and external pressure again, releasing yet another wave of pleasure, almost making her lose control of her legs.
Michael got up from his kneeling position and pulled her closer to him. He loved her so much--and never more than right after she climaxed when she was all soft and pliant. He held her head and she nuzzled his neck. Michael put his hands on her waist and gently pushed her backwards, maneuvering her toward the couch. She felt the soft furniture behind her and sank into its cushions. When Michael did not follow her, she looked up into his eyes, and a knowing smile formed on her lips.
“Is there anything I can do for you, Michael?” Her hands already occupied themselves by untying the belt on his robe. Her voice was still raspy and hoarse, turning him on even more.
“Yes, how about you make sure I don’t embarrass us both with my hard-on out there.”
“And how could I be of help with that?” She was determined to make him say it, aiming for the turn on of another order and of him talking dirty to her.
“Well, you could start by sucking my cock.” She raised her eyebrow, smiled in her cocky way, and reached for his steel.
Chapter 4
Lisa watched from her folding chair as the staff draped what looked like a very long, very thin towel over Michael’s lap. She had emerged from the trailer first after letting Karen come in to freshen up Michael’s make-up. Karen glanced at her in passing, her expression slightly sour, and Lisa fought the temptation to stick her tongue out. Instead she just winked at Karen, who almost slammed the door.
Jealous bitch!
Once again, Lisa thought how she did not care for the light hue of body make-up Karen used on Michael, nor did she particularly like the lipstick or eye make-up. Why did that woman always have to make him look like a geisha? He was so beautiful when unharmed by Karen’s heavy hand. Not that he was not absolutely stunning now, but a warmer tone might have been beneficial. Then again, she was only his wife, what did she know?
As the assistants arranged and rearranged Michael’s flimsy coverings, he joked and chatted with them, smiling, and just being genuinely charming. She bit her cheek, thinking how impossibly difficult and confusing it was to watch him interact like this in what seemed to be his natural environment and not be pulled right back into thoughtless adoration. At times, it made her angry to be the one closest to him, and thus to have inside knowledge of his other sides that he kept under wraps. While most of the time he was sensitive, warm, generous, funny, and loving, she had learned that he was human like everyone else. He could be controlling and totally self-involved, locking himself into his own internal world and stubbornly refusing to grant anyone access. Those instances were often followed by him complaining to be misunderstood and alone two seconds later. She felt she had really tried to be there for him, but the emotional roller coaster –while thrilling and exhilarating - occasionally became nauseating and disorienting.
On the bright side, Lisa had to admit that she was in a much better mood after they emerged from their little interlude. Funny how that happened: no matter how angry she was with him, one touch, one glance and she melted away, her brain turned off all function not related to the perception of intense sexual pleasure. He was her drug indeed, and at times, nothing mattered but her next high. Without much effort, he had managed to arouse her again after just having made her climax violently, which was partially due to her enjoyment of pleasing him orally. Nothing compared to the power derived from the feeling of his immense penis in her hand, in her mouth, tasting his essence, reveling in the sound of his moans and sighs. He had ordered her to touch herself while she ministered to him, but then had instructed her to stop short of making herself climax. And being the good wife she was, she obeyed, satisfied to have him shoot his load into her mouth as she drank from him, then licking him clean, while keeping herself right on the edge of release.
Now, she sat in her chair, her thoughts making her squirm slightly in her robe, watching her almost-naked husband, knowing full well what those little towels tried to conceal. She watched the play of his muscles as he lifted his torso, helping the staff to get him ready for the shoot. She longed to run her fingers over his solid abs and obliques once again, loving nothing more than to feel the tensing of his muscles under her fingers while his pelvis rammed into her, fucking her senseless. Michael glanced over, his smile bright and sexy as he winked at her. She just shook her head and laughed, lowering her eyes, trying to conceal the arousal achieved by his little gesture. This was going to be a long day.
Wayne sat down next to her. “Thank you for coming back, Lisa Marie; I know it means a lot to Michael.”
“I told you I would do it. I just did not feel comfortable earlier.”
He cleared his throat. “Well, whatever Michael did to make you more…ah…comfortable, must have worked like a charm. You look downright radiant. You have that special glow, Lisa; this is going to be a great video.”
‘Yeah, having a couple of orgasms hit you like lightening will do that to you,’ Lisa thought. And being kept at the edge of the next one will do the rest… Who needed make-up?
“He has his ways,” were the more appropriate words coming out of her mouth.
Wayne smiled at her, and went over to talk to Michael. They had initially discussed starting the shoot off with Michael in a sitting position and Lisa standing in front of him, facing him, wearing nothing but a wet silky cover-up over her behind. At the last minute, Lisa decided to just go ahead and do the scenes requiring her to be almost nude first. She was supposed to stand bent over a reclined Michael, very reminiscent of the painting inspiring Michael’s scenario. The only difference was, the guy in the painting wore some kind of tunic, while Michael wore a skin colored Speedo and what seemed to be two inches of draped fine cotton. Well, to be fair, the material was more than two inches long, but the width covering his scrotum was not impressive.
From experience, Lisa knew that if Michael had indeed been au natural, that stupid scrap of cloth would have done nothing to hide his endowment- even in its relaxed state. And, of course, there was the problem Michael seemed to have with staying soft and flaccid when she was anywhere around him. Even if he started out that way, she was pretty good at stirring his beast into action with the right word or glance. Their sexual power went both ways, keeping their lives very interesting. Lisa definitely planned on making this shoot remarkable. If he wanted to play, she was all up for it.
“Lisa Marie, are you ready? We need you to come over here now.” Wayne’s voice echoed in the studio.
Showtime!
Rising out of the chair, her hands approached the knot holding her soft robe together. Michael’s eyes had found her, his smile reassuring and encouraging. After lowering her eyes in a shy gesture, she returned his grin sweetly, starting to slowly untie the belt. She saw his eyes widen and almost had to laugh as the robe gaped open and she slid it down her back, tossing it behind her onto the chair. His dark eyes had left hers, and he followed the path of exposed skin, the smile wiped from his lips. Instead, she saw him swallow and lick his bottom lip, before sucking it into his mouth, biting it slightly. Seems she got his attention.
Lisa watched from her folding chair as the staff draped what looked like a very long, very thin towel over Michael’s lap. She had emerged from the trailer first after letting Karen come in to freshen up Michael’s make-up. Karen glanced at her in passing, her expression slightly sour, and Lisa fought the temptation to stick her tongue out. Instead she just winked at Karen, who almost slammed the door.
Jealous bitch!
Once again, Lisa thought how she did not care for the light hue of body make-up Karen used on Michael, nor did she particularly like the lipstick or eye make-up. Why did that woman always have to make him look like a geisha? He was so beautiful when unharmed by Karen’s heavy hand. Not that he was not absolutely stunning now, but a warmer tone might have been beneficial. Then again, she was only his wife, what did she know?
As the assistants arranged and rearranged Michael’s flimsy coverings, he joked and chatted with them, smiling, and just being genuinely charming. She bit her cheek, thinking how impossibly difficult and confusing it was to watch him interact like this in what seemed to be his natural environment and not be pulled right back into thoughtless adoration. At times, it made her angry to be the one closest to him, and thus to have inside knowledge of his other sides that he kept under wraps. While most of the time he was sensitive, warm, generous, funny, and loving, she had learned that he was human like everyone else. He could be controlling and totally self-involved, locking himself into his own internal world and stubbornly refusing to grant anyone access. Those instances were often followed by him complaining to be misunderstood and alone two seconds later. She felt she had really tried to be there for him, but the emotional roller coaster –while thrilling and exhilarating - occasionally became nauseating and disorienting.
On the bright side, Lisa had to admit that she was in a much better mood after they emerged from their little interlude. Funny how that happened: no matter how angry she was with him, one touch, one glance and she melted away, her brain turned off all function not related to the perception of intense sexual pleasure. He was her drug indeed, and at times, nothing mattered but her next high. Without much effort, he had managed to arouse her again after just having made her climax violently, which was partially due to her enjoyment of pleasing him orally. Nothing compared to the power derived from the feeling of his immense penis in her hand, in her mouth, tasting his essence, reveling in the sound of his moans and sighs. He had ordered her to touch herself while she ministered to him, but then had instructed her to stop short of making herself climax. And being the good wife she was, she obeyed, satisfied to have him shoot his load into her mouth as she drank from him, then licking him clean, while keeping herself right on the edge of release.
Now, she sat in her chair, her thoughts making her squirm slightly in her robe, watching her almost-naked husband, knowing full well what those little towels tried to conceal. She watched the play of his muscles as he lifted his torso, helping the staff to get him ready for the shoot. She longed to run her fingers over his solid abs and obliques once again, loving nothing more than to feel the tensing of his muscles under her fingers while his pelvis rammed into her, fucking her senseless. Michael glanced over, his smile bright and sexy as he winked at her. She just shook her head and laughed, lowering her eyes, trying to conceal the arousal achieved by his little gesture. This was going to be a long day.
Wayne sat down next to her. “Thank you for coming back, Lisa Marie; I know it means a lot to Michael.”
“I told you I would do it. I just did not feel comfortable earlier.”
He cleared his throat. “Well, whatever Michael did to make you more…ah…comfortable, must have worked like a charm. You look downright radiant. You have that special glow, Lisa; this is going to be a great video.”
‘Yeah, having a couple of orgasms hit you like lightening will do that to you,’ Lisa thought. And being kept at the edge of the next one will do the rest… Who needed make-up?
“He has his ways,” were the more appropriate words coming out of her mouth.
Wayne smiled at her, and went over to talk to Michael. They had initially discussed starting the shoot off with Michael in a sitting position and Lisa standing in front of him, facing him, wearing nothing but a wet silky cover-up over her behind. At the last minute, Lisa decided to just go ahead and do the scenes requiring her to be almost nude first. She was supposed to stand bent over a reclined Michael, very reminiscent of the painting inspiring Michael’s scenario. The only difference was, the guy in the painting wore some kind of tunic, while Michael wore a skin colored Speedo and what seemed to be two inches of draped fine cotton. Well, to be fair, the material was more than two inches long, but the width covering his scrotum was not impressive.
From experience, Lisa knew that if Michael had indeed been au natural, that stupid scrap of cloth would have done nothing to hide his endowment- even in its relaxed state. And, of course, there was the problem Michael seemed to have with staying soft and flaccid when she was anywhere around him. Even if he started out that way, she was pretty good at stirring his beast into action with the right word or glance. Their sexual power went both ways, keeping their lives very interesting. Lisa definitely planned on making this shoot remarkable. If he wanted to play, she was all up for it.
“Lisa Marie, are you ready? We need you to come over here now.” Wayne’s voice echoed in the studio.
Showtime!
Rising out of the chair, her hands approached the knot holding her soft robe together. Michael’s eyes had found her, his smile reassuring and encouraging. After lowering her eyes in a shy gesture, she returned his grin sweetly, starting to slowly untie the belt. She saw his eyes widen and almost had to laugh as the robe gaped open and she slid it down her back, tossing it behind her onto the chair. His dark eyes had left hers, and he followed the path of exposed skin, the smile wiped from his lips. Instead, she saw him swallow and lick his bottom lip, before sucking it into his mouth, biting it slightly. Seems she got his attention.
Lisa started to saunter toward Michael, keeping her eyes only on him, telling herself that all that mattered was the heat in his eyes as he tried to hide his surprise. She knew she would be in trouble later for not following directions: The stickies she was supposed to use to cover her nipples, as well as the small skin colored panty thing seemed to have miraculously been left behind in her trailer. As she approached her reclined husband, she was completely in the nude.
Chapter 5
Michael hoped the elastic material of the Speedo would hold. The sight of his naked wife in all her golden glory making his way toward him caused his penis to once again rise like a snake listening to the call of the snake charmer. What in the world? First she acted like she was dying from having prying eyes on her and now she had decided to completely disregard all wardrobe instructions? Once he got over the initial shock, he almost had to laugh. This was so like her! As exasperating and annoying as she could be with her headstrong tendencies, she also had surprised and delighted him more than once with her uncompromising actions.
Michael hoped the elastic material of the Speedo would hold. The sight of his naked wife in all her golden glory making his way toward him caused his penis to once again rise like a snake listening to the call of the snake charmer. What in the world? First she acted like she was dying from having prying eyes on her and now she had decided to completely disregard all wardrobe instructions? Once he got over the initial shock, he almost had to laugh. This was so like her! As exasperating and annoying as she could be with her headstrong tendencies, she also had surprised and delighted him more than once with her uncompromising actions.
She made it over to him and squatted down next to his side. No one else made a sound beyond people trying to clear their throats. As everyone recovered, he noticed some hectic actions setting in, with everyone getting busy checking equipment or scribbling notes.
Wayne just started at Michael, his hands rising as if to say, ‘What the fuck?’
“Lisa, love, did you forget something?” How he managed to keep his tone cool and unaffected he never would guess. Years of training kicking in, probably.
Her eyes bore into him, her sweet smile not being able to distract him from the suborn glint in her eyes. Vixen!
“Like?”
“I don’t know- like something covering you.”
A shrug made her shoulders rise as she playfully tugged on his newly arranged cover up. “Why bother?”
“Cause you are…naked.” His voice dropped to a whisper. At this point not trusting her actions, he also kept one of his hands secured to the material over him.
“No shit, Sherlock. And you are not even wearing glasses.”
“Lisa! I thought we ran over all this- you can’t be naked.”
“Of course, I can. As you can see.”
“Yeah, me and everyone else.”
“So? I thought the plan was to make this seem natural? If the goal is to have me appear to be naked, then why not just have me naked for real? You don’t mind, do you?”
“Do I mind that everyone is staring at my naked wife?”
“You think some stickies would have prevented them from staring? That way they don’t have to wonder about what they don’t see. Unless you can’t handle it, of course.” Her gaze went to his rising loin cloth before reestablishing eye contact.
His eyes closed for a second. Oh, he could handle her ass alright. Speaking of, this was definitely going to be a night for spanking that sassy derriere. Those thoughts did nothing to soothe his hard on that painfully raised its head asking for attention. Ok, he could do this. He was a professional. He was here to do a job. When had he ever let a little, ok, big, hard on stop him? If he ignored it, it would just go down eventually. One slight problem was that normally, when his naked wife was on hand, he did not have to ignore the pesky beast. As a matter of fact, he seemed conditioned to be standing at attention when she was anywhere near him.
Michael opened his eyes and looked over at Wayne.
“You heard the lady. Lets rock and roll.”
Chapter 6
An hour later, Michael asked for a break. This was pure torture. He could not remember the last time anything had been so hard, make that, so difficult, on him. This particular scene was not complicated. It really should not take an hour to get done. He wanted it to appear as if their nakedness was very natural, reminiscent of Adam and Eve in paradise. The goal was to convey that he and his muse were engaged in some simple, lovely communication. He was mostly on his back, while Lisa was hunched over, her low stance hiding her breast and private parts while still letting the observer guess her nudity.
An hour later, Michael asked for a break. This was pure torture. He could not remember the last time anything had been so hard, make that, so difficult, on him. This particular scene was not complicated. It really should not take an hour to get done. He wanted it to appear as if their nakedness was very natural, reminiscent of Adam and Eve in paradise. The goal was to convey that he and his muse were engaged in some simple, lovely communication. He was mostly on his back, while Lisa was hunched over, her low stance hiding her breast and private parts while still letting the observer guess her nudity.
One of the complications rose from her being more naked than he had intended. Every time Wayne yelled to cut, Lisa straightened, tantalizing him with another full frontal view. Actually, it was not full frontal at all, due to her standing over him. At times, while she seemed to listen to Wayne’s instructions, she opened her legs a bit, shifting her weight back or forward, granting him a view of her swollen vagina. At least it was comforting to know that she was also turned on. On second, thought, that knowledge was not contributing to his physical comfort at all. All is did was to remind him of the wet, velvety feeling of being inside her, increasing his significant distress.
At one point, she stayed hunkered down by him, as Wayne stopped tape to adjust some lighting problem. Karen came over to tend to his makeup, and Lisa just waited her out, not budging. When Karen was done, Lisa leaned forward, one arm bracing beside him. She bent down to kiss his lips.
“Lis…..don’t...”
Her teeth nibbled on his lips and her little tongue sought entrance. He tried really, really hard to not kiss her back. Her lips were too sweet, her breath too hot… What the fuck! His mouth captured her lips, and he let his tongue engage with hers for several hot moments.
She lifted her head. Her eyes were almost silver, pulling him into their depths. “Michael, you know what I want to do?”
He stared at the jutting breasts, tempting his mouth. “Uhum, what?” Please Lord, let her discuss how she wanted to take the car to the shop, or have a new pool installed.
“I want to pull that fucking towel off and just take you into my mouth again. I want to feel you hit my throat and taste you. Then I want to just climb on you and take that weapon deep into me, stretching me, making me cum just by having it hit every part of me.”
Her words almost lead to an embarrassing situation in the form of an ejaculation as he attempted to think of icy cold showers.
His nervous laughter drew more attention towards them. “Lisa, please stop it. You know I am in pain here, right?”
“Just think how much better I could make it. And the pain you would cause me would be so wonderful, Mike.”
“Just you wait, I will have you in pain alright. You won’t be able to walk tomorrow, lady. And I would not rely on your ability to sit, either.”
She threw her head back in laughter. “Promises, promises.”
“Are you two ready?” Wayne must feel like he was treated to some hot sex show. He and the rest of the crew should pay him for the privilege of this display of marital bliss.
“I’m ready. I think Mike is pretty ready, too,” Lisa quipped. Michael could only roll his eyes.
During the break, he refused to go into the trailer with her. He knew everybody was on edge and he did not want to cause more commotion with rumors of Michael Jackson banging his wife while the rest of the staff stood outside, getting off. Well, the part of him banging her into oblivion would not be a rumor.
Karen came and fussed over him, adjusting hair and make-up. Finally, a relief from this damn erection! Maybe he should keep her close by. He knew the thought was mean, but at this point he would use anything to distract him from wanting to grab Lisa and nailing her against a wall somewhere. He could just imagine her legs wrapping around his waist, urging him on to fuck her harder. No, no, no, Michael! Look at Karen, look how helpful she is….
Wayne came over. “Mike, I just looked over what we got--and it is great. The chemistry between you two is smoking, and yet we got the feel you wanted with you guys just seemingly engaged in innocent talk.”
She threw her head back in laughter. “Promises, promises.”
“Are you two ready?” Wayne must feel like he was treated to some hot sex show. He and the rest of the crew should pay him for the privilege of this display of marital bliss.
“I’m ready. I think Mike is pretty ready, too,” Lisa quipped. Michael could only roll his eyes.
During the break, he refused to go into the trailer with her. He knew everybody was on edge and he did not want to cause more commotion with rumors of Michael Jackson banging his wife while the rest of the staff stood outside, getting off. Well, the part of him banging her into oblivion would not be a rumor.
Karen came and fussed over him, adjusting hair and make-up. Finally, a relief from this damn erection! Maybe he should keep her close by. He knew the thought was mean, but at this point he would use anything to distract him from wanting to grab Lisa and nailing her against a wall somewhere. He could just imagine her legs wrapping around his waist, urging him on to fuck her harder. No, no, no, Michael! Look at Karen, look how helpful she is….
Wayne came over. “Mike, I just looked over what we got--and it is great. The chemistry between you two is smoking, and yet we got the feel you wanted with you guys just seemingly engaged in innocent talk.”
Good thing, Wayne’s ears were not that great and he was not a mind reader. Or that he was really good at not responding to him and Lisa acting like two teenagers in need of a room. Wayne led him over to the camera and showed him some of what they had in the box. He was giddy- it was really good. And Lisa kept her assets covered perfectly. There were some shots from his legs up that made it appear that something might be peeking out, but since he knew that he was covered well, it was all just smoke and mirrors.
“Ok, so what’s next?” Lisa had come back out and looked refreshed. She had refused to have Karen help her and insisted on doing her own make-up. Her appearance was warm and radiant. She looked so young, pure, and innocent with her light make up. Who would ever suspect the filth that tumbled from her lips at times?
They walked over to the part of the set to be used next. Wayne explained the blocking, with Michael sitting on a raised platform and Lisa standing at the outside of the small wall, facing him. Wayne wanted her to bend over slightly, leaning into Michael, her arms braced on the ground he was sitting on.
“This time I want you two engaged in some light banter...whispering words of love and such. I know it will be hard to fake all that, but give it a fair shot…” He teasingly rolled his eyes, as Michael blushed and Lisa lowered her gaze, giggling.
“Oh, and Lisa, we have to cover your behind this time. I think it would be great if we used this light gauze material. We will wet it, making it seem almost see-through. Would that be ok?”
“Sure, as long as it is not too cold. What about my chest?”
“Well, you will be facing away from the camera. So, as long as you two are ok with it, you can keep on doing what you were before. Unless you opt for stickies.”
“Why bother now? Michael has seen me naked before.” And the rest of the crew probably by now also has gotten their fill.
Michael groaned inwardly. The effect of imagining her breast just about shoved in his face once again reverberated below his waist. Knowing there was no part of her body he had not explored intimately, he wondered why some sort of sensual adaptation had not set in yet, making him less vulnerable to mental images of her sexual attributes.
“Ok, you guys ready to go again?”
‘Oh, we are used to going on and on and on.” Lisa laughed.
Why, oh, why could she not just shut up for once?
Chapter 7
Who would have thought this could actually turn out to be fun? After having shed her clothes and having successfully projected a brave front, Lisa felt awkward once again after the first call for take one. Michael, in tune with her feelings (when he chose to be) had sensed her resurfacing embarrassment and kept his joking light, distracting her playfully from all curious stares.
Who would have thought this could actually turn out to be fun? After having shed her clothes and having successfully projected a brave front, Lisa felt awkward once again after the first call for take one. Michael, in tune with her feelings (when he chose to be) had sensed her resurfacing embarrassment and kept his joking light, distracting her playfully from all curious stares.
In the meantime, she had learned to enjoy having him captive to her sensual teasing and her sexual innuendos. The drawback was that she was about to go up in flames herself. During the break, she had been tempted to just help herself to some much needed relief, but some perverted part had incited her to stop just short of reaching the much needed climax. She wanted Michael to be with her when she reaped the benefits of these hours of torturous foreplay. While not ashamed to reach her release by masturbation, it was so much more fun to think of the ways he would please her later.
Michael had sat down on the platform, while the eager production assistants fawned over him, once again rearranging the now slightly larger drape.
“Why does he get more cloth now? Did he grow?” Lisa could not help but pose the question.
Her husband just shook his head, looking toward the ceiling in a ‘why me?’ gesture, while the two girls and one guy laughed and explained that the angles were different and that Mister Jackson wanted to make sure he was decent. Yeah, if only they had a clue of just how indecent Mister Jackson could be.
“Don’t be jealous, Lisa. You get a little see through skirt of sorts,” Michael informed her. “And, you get to cool down; we want you wet.”
Lisa raised an eyebrow, “Wetter than I already am?”
Michael blushed furiously and she giggled.
They asked her to remove her robe next and instructed her to stand in front of Michael, facing him. His barely noticeable intake of breath when she showed her body once more was not lost on her.
“Ok, Miss Presley, could you please lean forward slightly and brace against the platform?” She did as instructed; her back arched, her butt out, causing her breast to almost make contact with Michael. Her nipples tightened in anticipation. She was further stimulated by his tongue darting out to moisten his lips as he caressed her softly with his eyes.
“I really wish you had covered up, Lisa. You have no idea… You are so beautiful…I want you so badly right now.” He whispered, bending forward, keeping his mouth close to her ear.
Lisa felt the wet material being wrapped around her waist, clinging to her ass cheeks, probably revealing more than it covered. She squealed, startled by the cold sensation on her heated skin, and leaned into him more. Next, they brought out spray bottles to give her that ‘just stepped out of the pool’ look Michael wanted. She shivered again despite the warm water. Michael laughed and put his arms around her, kissing her shoulder.
“It’s ok, baby, I’ll warm you back up. And just wait, that ass will be nice and red hot later…” His voice was deep and sexy, making her butt not the only wet part on her lower anatomy. She responded with a guttural moan, kissing his neck.
“Ok, you two. If you don’t’ mind, we would like to start shooting. I would tell you to get a room, but that seems slightly redundant for a couple with two mansions.” Michael and Lisa broke their contact, both laughing at Wayne’s comment.
“My place or your’s, baby?” Lisa asked with a wink.
“Are the kids home?” Michael asked. “I mean, not that I don’t want to have them around, but I plan on being nice and noisy tonight.”
“Oh, Mr. Jackson, and what might you be doing that would cause such a commotion?”
“I plan on doing you, Mrs. Jackson. In all sorts of ways…all night long.”
“Well, in that case. No, the children are at my mother’s since I didn’t know how long this would take.”
“Ok, your place it is, then, Lisa. If we make it there.”
“Seriously, quiet on the set, now. We are getting ready to roll. Roll sound and let’s go!”
With that, Michael’s song filled the studio once again.
Lisa and Michael managed to completely enter their own, sexually charged world, almost forgetting the rolling camera. Wayne seemed to have at some point just decided to leave them alone and let nature take its course. ‘This must seem like shooting wild animals mating,’ Lisa chuckled to herself. She let her eyes wander down her husband’s lean frame and was astounded how the drape around him managed to hide and entice at the same time. What she would not give to be able to run her hand underneath, and to feel his pulsing dick, to hold it, to stroke it.
“Mike, do you think they would mind if I just let my hand go adventuring a little bit?” Her hand left the ledge and she ran it up the side of his body from his lean flanks to his ribcage. She watched in fascination as his beautiful, tiny nipples constricted.
“I don’t know if they mind, but they probably won’t use it in the final version.” His eyes followed her hand and his voice was sexy as hell.
“So are you telling me that if I run my hand under this wonderful drapey thing that it wouldn’t matter cause they would not use it anyway?”
He raised his eyebrow. “It would matter, because I have a hard enough time not cuming in those drapey things as, you call them, from just having you so close. You are so sexy, so beautiful. I want you so badly, you have no idea.”
“I really wish you had covered up, Lisa. You have no idea… You are so beautiful…I want you so badly right now.” He whispered, bending forward, keeping his mouth close to her ear.
Lisa felt the wet material being wrapped around her waist, clinging to her ass cheeks, probably revealing more than it covered. She squealed, startled by the cold sensation on her heated skin, and leaned into him more. Next, they brought out spray bottles to give her that ‘just stepped out of the pool’ look Michael wanted. She shivered again despite the warm water. Michael laughed and put his arms around her, kissing her shoulder.
“It’s ok, baby, I’ll warm you back up. And just wait, that ass will be nice and red hot later…” His voice was deep and sexy, making her butt not the only wet part on her lower anatomy. She responded with a guttural moan, kissing his neck.
“Ok, you two. If you don’t’ mind, we would like to start shooting. I would tell you to get a room, but that seems slightly redundant for a couple with two mansions.” Michael and Lisa broke their contact, both laughing at Wayne’s comment.
“My place or your’s, baby?” Lisa asked with a wink.
“Are the kids home?” Michael asked. “I mean, not that I don’t want to have them around, but I plan on being nice and noisy tonight.”
“Oh, Mr. Jackson, and what might you be doing that would cause such a commotion?”
“I plan on doing you, Mrs. Jackson. In all sorts of ways…all night long.”
“Well, in that case. No, the children are at my mother’s since I didn’t know how long this would take.”
“Ok, your place it is, then, Lisa. If we make it there.”
“Seriously, quiet on the set, now. We are getting ready to roll. Roll sound and let’s go!”
With that, Michael’s song filled the studio once again.
Lisa and Michael managed to completely enter their own, sexually charged world, almost forgetting the rolling camera. Wayne seemed to have at some point just decided to leave them alone and let nature take its course. ‘This must seem like shooting wild animals mating,’ Lisa chuckled to herself. She let her eyes wander down her husband’s lean frame and was astounded how the drape around him managed to hide and entice at the same time. What she would not give to be able to run her hand underneath, and to feel his pulsing dick, to hold it, to stroke it.
“Mike, do you think they would mind if I just let my hand go adventuring a little bit?” Her hand left the ledge and she ran it up the side of his body from his lean flanks to his ribcage. She watched in fascination as his beautiful, tiny nipples constricted.
“I don’t know if they mind, but they probably won’t use it in the final version.” His eyes followed her hand and his voice was sexy as hell.
“So are you telling me that if I run my hand under this wonderful drapey thing that it wouldn’t matter cause they would not use it anyway?”
He raised his eyebrow. “It would matter, because I have a hard enough time not cuming in those drapey things as, you call them, from just having you so close. You are so sexy, so beautiful. I want you so badly, you have no idea.”
His hand decided to do some exploring himself as his fingers copied her move and ran up her ribcage. Only Michael, competitive as always, continued on his journey, and his tender touch circled the slope of her breast and traced up her sternum.
Wayne finally decided to step in. “Ah,guys, please behave. We are all ready for cold showers. Can you please do us a favor and keep this at least rated R? We are approaching NC 17 at lightning speed.” Lisa threw her head back and laughed, while Michael blushed, but also joined into her mischievous laughter.
“Girl, do you know what I want to do, seeing you like this?” Michael had moved his hand back to safe ground and Lisa was once again braced against the platform with both hands. He let his gaze roam over her arched back and her inviting, round ass, which just beckoned for his hands to run over the soft cheeks, massaging them, spreading them, letting himself sink into her lava hot softness.
“No, baby, why don’t you tell me?” She purred.
“I want to get up from here and get behind you. I want to touch that amazing ass of yours and feel your smooth skin under my hands, as I massage those ass cheeks. I want to take my cock into my hand and guide it into you. I want to feel your heat around it, want to hold still for a second, before giving it to you all way way, hitting you hard, making you scream, just like you like it.” His voice was oozing sex, and her pussy responded by filling to the brim with love juices. His voice brought her to the very brink of cuming, and she felt her muscles contract, grieving the empty canal, longing for his strong manhood stretching her to the limit.
She moved her head back slightly, looking up at him with enough heat in her eyes to set off smoke detectors. “Mike, let’s go, let’s take a break, I need you to act out that scenario you just described.”
“All in good time, girl, all in good time.” He leaned back in and kissed her ear.
Wayne, the spoil sport once again interrupted. “Ok, we are going for one more change! We will have Lisa sit up on the platform with you, Mike. Let’s have both of you sitting with your knees tucked under, at an angle. I want Michael to face the camera slightly, while Lisa will mostly have her back to us. And please, keep the touching to a minimum you guys. We might actually get this done this month.”
Assistants rushed in again, and Karen came on set to fix some make-up. Once again, Lisa wished Michael would just let the world see his natural beauty. It was sad how self-conscious he was about his looks. He was so worried that his vitiligo would show. She understood his insecurities because she was always worrying about her body, but she just wished he would lay off the funky colored foundations or send Karen back to cosmetology school. Lisa did agree to have Karen just lightly dab her forehead.
Wayne had stepped up. “It’s ok, it’s fine if Lisa is glowing a bit. We like her to be radiant from all the love vibes around her.”
What was Wayne smoking? But yea, she was glowing alright.
When they were sitting to everyone’s satisfaction, staff the set again, and cameras started to roll once more. Once again the music was cued, and Lisa started to suspect it was the crew’s way to distract from the action unfolding. There was no doubt in anyone’s mind on this set that Mister and Missis Jackson would be getting very busy that night. If anyone present in this studio had ever doubted how real Michael and Lisa’s marriage was, their questions had been totally put to rest. Either those two had been sexually active with each other quite a while, or they both deserved Oscars on the spot.
“I want to get up from here and get behind you. I want to touch that amazing ass of yours and feel your smooth skin under my hands, as I massage those ass cheeks. I want to take my cock into my hand and guide it into you. I want to feel your heat around it, want to hold still for a second, before giving it to you all way way, hitting you hard, making you scream, just like you like it.” His voice was oozing sex, and her pussy responded by filling to the brim with love juices. His voice brought her to the very brink of cuming, and she felt her muscles contract, grieving the empty canal, longing for his strong manhood stretching her to the limit.
She moved her head back slightly, looking up at him with enough heat in her eyes to set off smoke detectors. “Mike, let’s go, let’s take a break, I need you to act out that scenario you just described.”
“All in good time, girl, all in good time.” He leaned back in and kissed her ear.
Wayne, the spoil sport once again interrupted. “Ok, we are going for one more change! We will have Lisa sit up on the platform with you, Mike. Let’s have both of you sitting with your knees tucked under, at an angle. I want Michael to face the camera slightly, while Lisa will mostly have her back to us. And please, keep the touching to a minimum you guys. We might actually get this done this month.”
Assistants rushed in again, and Karen came on set to fix some make-up. Once again, Lisa wished Michael would just let the world see his natural beauty. It was sad how self-conscious he was about his looks. He was so worried that his vitiligo would show. She understood his insecurities because she was always worrying about her body, but she just wished he would lay off the funky colored foundations or send Karen back to cosmetology school. Lisa did agree to have Karen just lightly dab her forehead.
Wayne had stepped up. “It’s ok, it’s fine if Lisa is glowing a bit. We like her to be radiant from all the love vibes around her.”
What was Wayne smoking? But yea, she was glowing alright.
When they were sitting to everyone’s satisfaction, staff the set again, and cameras started to roll once more. Once again the music was cued, and Lisa started to suspect it was the crew’s way to distract from the action unfolding. There was no doubt in anyone’s mind on this set that Mister and Missis Jackson would be getting very busy that night. If anyone present in this studio had ever doubted how real Michael and Lisa’s marriage was, their questions had been totally put to rest. Either those two had been sexually active with each other quite a while, or they both deserved Oscars on the spot.
Chapter 8
Michael could not believe he was sitting here under the hot production lights surrounded by the film crew, his music playing in the back ground with his hot wife sitting next to him giving him a prime view of her inviting breasts. Thankfully, due to her current position, her even more inviting ass was now safely hidden under her. One of his favorite ways to enjoy Lisa was to make love standing up from behind, with her leaning into or over something, her back arched, her ass offered to him; seeing her in that position had nearly killed him. All those years of practicing self-control were really coming in handy today.
He had used the short break to take another look at what they had in the can so far and he really liked the results. Of course, most of the touching and some of the teasing would be left behind on the editor’s floor, but he had to make sure to get a copy of the raw material for future private use. He also had to make sure that no one else walked off with another copy. His thoughts became sidetracked by Lisa reaching out once again, running her clever fingers over his ribcage and down his abs, approaching the soft white material once more. And he was just starting to calm down a bit… Of course, Lisa would have none of that--what a surprise.
She leaned in closer to him and he could feel her erect nipples making contact with his chest, sending a tremble through him. Her voice was a dark whisper, a promise of future pleasures. “Mike, I want to touch you so badly, I want to take you into my hand, feel your cock, move my hand up and down before I bend down and lick your juices off. Then I want to try and take all of you into my dripping pussy. I want you so much baby. I am so ready for you.” Her tongue appeared for a second, licking her lip.
Michael could not believe he was sitting here under the hot production lights surrounded by the film crew, his music playing in the back ground with his hot wife sitting next to him giving him a prime view of her inviting breasts. Thankfully, due to her current position, her even more inviting ass was now safely hidden under her. One of his favorite ways to enjoy Lisa was to make love standing up from behind, with her leaning into or over something, her back arched, her ass offered to him; seeing her in that position had nearly killed him. All those years of practicing self-control were really coming in handy today.
He had used the short break to take another look at what they had in the can so far and he really liked the results. Of course, most of the touching and some of the teasing would be left behind on the editor’s floor, but he had to make sure to get a copy of the raw material for future private use. He also had to make sure that no one else walked off with another copy. His thoughts became sidetracked by Lisa reaching out once again, running her clever fingers over his ribcage and down his abs, approaching the soft white material once more. And he was just starting to calm down a bit… Of course, Lisa would have none of that--what a surprise.
She leaned in closer to him and he could feel her erect nipples making contact with his chest, sending a tremble through him. Her voice was a dark whisper, a promise of future pleasures. “Mike, I want to touch you so badly, I want to take you into my hand, feel your cock, move my hand up and down before I bend down and lick your juices off. Then I want to try and take all of you into my dripping pussy. I want you so much baby. I am so ready for you.” Her tongue appeared for a second, licking her lip.
He had to laugh. She was so bad, and she knew it. Michael moved his head behind hers, knowing it would keep him off camera. She had been sprayed again, decorating her bronze skin with glittering water drops. He could not resist the urge to lick several droplets off her shoulder. His hand came around to her butt and gave it a cursory touch, before he let his fingers glide up her arm, then skip from her elbow to her breast, the middle finger softly tracing the gentle swell while his thumb, purely accidentally of course, strummed her nipple.
His mouth was a hair’s breadth away from her ear and he licked her earlobe before whispering, “I will fuck that pussy of yours as soon as I get the chance. I will put you up against the nearest wall and drive into you so deeply, you will see stars. And if you don’t stop it, I will give everyone here a show they will never forget.” His tongue made its point by delving into her ear gently before returning to her earlobe one more time.
He was rewarded by a moan and the feeling of shiver bumps racing up her skin. Moving his head forward again, he noticed she had her eyes closed and was just now opening them again, gifting him with a look that made his already-turgid penis almost erupt once again. He needed a break, and hopefully it would not be too late.
Lisa made her next move only too soon. This was evolving into a very steamy, sexual version of chess. And with any luck, they both stood to reap the rewards later--if he would last ‘til later without having to bang her right here in front of everyone. Lisa switched gears and instead of touching him, decided to touch herself. Her hand slid over her breast before gliding ever so slowly down her flat abs to her little cover.
Her back was toward the camera, so she had some leeway here, yet, he was amazed how far she was willing to go with this. Then again, why would anything that crazy woman did surprise him anymore? He stared in amazement as her hand disappeared under the wet gauze-like material. It was very clear she was touching herself as her steel blue, glossy eyes bore into his. He raised his eyebrow, giving her a questioning look. She bent forward, rubbing her chest against him, before whispering, “Fuck me.”
Someone behind them dropped something very loudly, causing Lisa to glance behind, noticing her words had probably not been too hard to read. She threw her head back in laughter, causing Michael to just smile in amazement. She was crazy, and at this point she really did not give a damn who knew that she was horny as hell.
“You better watch it, or I will have to fight half the set for the pleasure.”
She gave him a fake shocked look, “Oops,” Causing him to erupt in laughter once again.
Wayne finally decided to end his misery and called for a wrap. Before Michael could get up, Lisa grabbed his neck and pulled him toward her, overwhelming him with a steaming kiss. Her tongue entered his mouth and she snaked it around his, giving him no choice but to reciprocate before pushing her away. A big, dirty smile appeared on her lips, and she turned and walked off, letting her cover slide off her. “Lisa, the robe!” he called after her.
‘Oh, yeah, sorry!” One more scorching look and off she went. All he could do was to shake his head and sit there another few seconds before deeming it safe to rise.
She gave him a fake shocked look, “Oops,” Causing him to erupt in laughter once again.
Wayne finally decided to end his misery and called for a wrap. Before Michael could get up, Lisa grabbed his neck and pulled him toward her, overwhelming him with a steaming kiss. Her tongue entered his mouth and she snaked it around his, giving him no choice but to reciprocate before pushing her away. A big, dirty smile appeared on her lips, and she turned and walked off, letting her cover slide off her. “Lisa, the robe!” he called after her.
‘Oh, yeah, sorry!” One more scorching look and off she went. All he could do was to shake his head and sit there another few seconds before deeming it safe to rise.
Chapter 9
When he finally made it back to the trailer, he expected her to be waiting for him. Michael almost feared that she would attack him walking in, leaving him no other choice but to fuck her fast and hard right then and there. Strangely, he managed to enter without being jumped. He heard some noises down the hall, and when he went to check it out he found the bathroom locked.
“Lisa? Open up.”
Nothing.
“Lisa, I want to talk to you, open up now.”
He heard what seemed to be water running. Dammit! Not having time to play games, he threw on some slacks and a shirt. He decided to go over some shots with Wayne before discussing other shots they would do later that week for the rest of the video. Before he knew it, two hours had passed as he got lost in discussing the rest of the project.
“Michael do you need me for anything else?” He had his hand on the door to the trailer once again as he turned toward Karen.
“Have you seen Lisa-Marie?” Was he imagining it, or was Karen’s expression reminiscent of sucking on a lemon?
“Lisa-Marie?”
“Yeah, you know, my wife?” What the hell was wrong with Karen? She had been acting strangely all day.
“I thought I heard someone say she left a little while ago.”
She left? She just up and ran out of here without saying a word? What the hell was her problem?
“Ahh, ok, I guess I will see her later. Thanks for all your work today, Karen. I’ll see you later.”
He started to walk past her, his mind focused on trying to decide whether he would choke Lisa first for just taking off, or employ more punishing techniques to force her little disrespectful ass to acknowledge that she could not just disregard him like this.
When he finally made it back to the trailer, he expected her to be waiting for him. Michael almost feared that she would attack him walking in, leaving him no other choice but to fuck her fast and hard right then and there. Strangely, he managed to enter without being jumped. He heard some noises down the hall, and when he went to check it out he found the bathroom locked.
“Lisa? Open up.”
Nothing.
“Lisa, I want to talk to you, open up now.”
He heard what seemed to be water running. Dammit! Not having time to play games, he threw on some slacks and a shirt. He decided to go over some shots with Wayne before discussing other shots they would do later that week for the rest of the video. Before he knew it, two hours had passed as he got lost in discussing the rest of the project.
“Michael do you need me for anything else?” He had his hand on the door to the trailer once again as he turned toward Karen.
“Have you seen Lisa-Marie?” Was he imagining it, or was Karen’s expression reminiscent of sucking on a lemon?
“Lisa-Marie?”
“Yeah, you know, my wife?” What the hell was wrong with Karen? She had been acting strangely all day.
“I thought I heard someone say she left a little while ago.”
She left? She just up and ran out of here without saying a word? What the hell was her problem?
“Ahh, ok, I guess I will see her later. Thanks for all your work today, Karen. I’ll see you later.”
He started to walk past her, his mind focused on trying to decide whether he would choke Lisa first for just taking off, or employ more punishing techniques to force her little disrespectful ass to acknowledge that she could not just disregard him like this.
Michael felt himself stopped by a hand impeding his progress. What the hell was going on with these women? Was it a full moon? His eyes rested on her hand on his sleeve and then rose to her face.
“Karen? What’s up? Is there anything else I can do for you?”
The look he received sort of startled him. Surely she was not looking at him like that?
“Michael, I just wanted to let you know this was…eh….a really cool shoot. You looked…you know…you looked totally amazing.”
“Thank you.” It sounded like he omitted the ‘I think’ from the statement. If he didn’t know any better he would interpret her expression and the tone of her voice as a come-on. Not Karen! It could not be. Could it? His eyes narrowed.
“So anyway…I just wanted to let you know. You probably have to run.” Karen seemed to hesitate to meet his eyes.
“Yeah, I do. I have to figure out where Lisa went.”
“Oh, ok. You better go then.”
Once again he started to leave.
“Michael? I just hope she knows how lucky she is.” With that, Karen rushed off.
What a strange conversation!
Michael had his driver meet him outside, and he got into the car, giving directions to drop him off at the Hidden Hills estate instead of Neverland. As the events of the day replayed in his mind, he once again not only had to suppress a smile, but also became aware of his growing erection. At times he forgot how much he enjoyed Lisa’s wild side. While her directness often made him cringe and yearn for her be more diplomatic, her sexual openness never ceased to thrill him.
The car phone rang, startling him out of his thoughts.
“Are you close yet?” The husky voice sent more blood to his lower region. A smile appeared on his lips.
“I have been close all day. Where did you go? I hoped to see you after we were done.”
“What? You have not seen enough of me yet?” She laughed.
“Girl! I still can’t believe you did that. You were naked…” His hand came to rest on his crotch.
“Nice of you to notice. It is so difficult to get your attention sometimes.”
“Well, dropping your clothes usually does the trick.”
“Michael?”
“What?”
She was silent for a moment. A subtle shift in the tone of her voice was not lost on him.
“I miss you. You have no idea how much I miss you when you are so far away.”
“Lise--I miss you, too. But I have been around. I haven’t been gone.”
“You’ve been around, alright. I know. But I feel like you are getting further and further away sometimes, and I just can’t reach you. I am so afraid to lose you.”
“Why would you lose me? I love you. I love you so much, you know that.”
“It is still nice to hear you say it like you mean it.”
“I’ll do you one better, Princess. Give me about an hour or so, and I will show you how close I want to be to you. How close by I always want to have you.”
“Hurry, baby.” Her voice was flirtatious once again.
He laughed.
“What’s the emergency?”
“All kinds of natural disasters. I think you caused a fire – and a flood, and you better get that sexy ass over here to put it out.”
‘Well, keep the flood going, and I might have to fight fire with fire. Or employ really hard measures to combat all these emergencies.”
“The harder, the better.”
“You better make sure you can handle it.”
“Oh, I can handle it.”
After he told her again how much he loved her, he hung up the phone. Damn! He shifted in his seat- this was going to be a long ride back to the house.
“Karen? What’s up? Is there anything else I can do for you?”
The look he received sort of startled him. Surely she was not looking at him like that?
“Michael, I just wanted to let you know this was…eh….a really cool shoot. You looked…you know…you looked totally amazing.”
“Thank you.” It sounded like he omitted the ‘I think’ from the statement. If he didn’t know any better he would interpret her expression and the tone of her voice as a come-on. Not Karen! It could not be. Could it? His eyes narrowed.
“So anyway…I just wanted to let you know. You probably have to run.” Karen seemed to hesitate to meet his eyes.
“Yeah, I do. I have to figure out where Lisa went.”
“Oh, ok. You better go then.”
Once again he started to leave.
“Michael? I just hope she knows how lucky she is.” With that, Karen rushed off.
What a strange conversation!
Michael had his driver meet him outside, and he got into the car, giving directions to drop him off at the Hidden Hills estate instead of Neverland. As the events of the day replayed in his mind, he once again not only had to suppress a smile, but also became aware of his growing erection. At times he forgot how much he enjoyed Lisa’s wild side. While her directness often made him cringe and yearn for her be more diplomatic, her sexual openness never ceased to thrill him.
The car phone rang, startling him out of his thoughts.
“Are you close yet?” The husky voice sent more blood to his lower region. A smile appeared on his lips.
“I have been close all day. Where did you go? I hoped to see you after we were done.”
“What? You have not seen enough of me yet?” She laughed.
“Girl! I still can’t believe you did that. You were naked…” His hand came to rest on his crotch.
“Nice of you to notice. It is so difficult to get your attention sometimes.”
“Well, dropping your clothes usually does the trick.”
“Michael?”
“What?”
She was silent for a moment. A subtle shift in the tone of her voice was not lost on him.
“I miss you. You have no idea how much I miss you when you are so far away.”
“Lise--I miss you, too. But I have been around. I haven’t been gone.”
“You’ve been around, alright. I know. But I feel like you are getting further and further away sometimes, and I just can’t reach you. I am so afraid to lose you.”
“Why would you lose me? I love you. I love you so much, you know that.”
“It is still nice to hear you say it like you mean it.”
“I’ll do you one better, Princess. Give me about an hour or so, and I will show you how close I want to be to you. How close by I always want to have you.”
“Hurry, baby.” Her voice was flirtatious once again.
He laughed.
“What’s the emergency?”
“All kinds of natural disasters. I think you caused a fire – and a flood, and you better get that sexy ass over here to put it out.”
‘Well, keep the flood going, and I might have to fight fire with fire. Or employ really hard measures to combat all these emergencies.”
“The harder, the better.”
“You better make sure you can handle it.”
“Oh, I can handle it.”
After he told her again how much he loved her, he hung up the phone. Damn! He shifted in his seat- this was going to be a long ride back to the house.
Chapter 10
When the front door finally opened, she was ready. Lisa had received the call from the guards that Mr. Jackson was driving up and therefore was expecting him, hiding behind the heavy door. Dropping her robe, she reached for him, grabbing him by his shirt. Her surprise attack worked: she temporarily threw him off balance as she pushed him against the wall.
His lips formed what might have been, “What?” before her mouth closed over him, attacking him without the restraints she had imposed on herself all day long. Well, almost all day long…they did have that little interlude in the trailer. But that was his doing and she somehow had been convinced to participate. Michael pressed into her as one hand fisted in her hair and the other reached around to cup her once again naked behind. The difference now was that he knew she was all his and that he could finally do to her what he dreamed about all day. The thought of burying himself deep inside her heat caused his poor penis to once again protest against the tightness of his pants.
Lisa moaned into him and immediately felt the effects of the lustful sound in the hardness pressed against her. After several minutes when the only sounds were their sighs and moans, Michael moved his hands to her shoulders and pushed her over against the opposite wall. She moaned and was slightly stunned by the impact of her back hitting the wall, but other than that did not seem to mind the assault one bit. She stared at him with wide, glazed eyes, her lips moistened, her breath coming in gasp. She reached out and pulled his head toward her hungry mouth again. Lisa continued the kiss despite feeling light headed and dizzy as she was unable and unwilling to relinquish the feeling of his lips, his tongue, his breath…
When Michael’s hands came to rest on her waist, she knew what he wanted and jumped up as he lifted her onto him. Her strong legs circled his waist and she ground her hips into him.
Michael finally broke the kiss, and his lips moved over her neck as her head fell back.
“Girl, you drive me crazy. I had it all planned out, but you just make me lose all control.”
“I don’t know what you are talking about, I’m just saying hi.”
His hands held her ass as he lowered her into him, letting her once again feel his erection.
“Maybe I should leave again. I really like the way you greet me when I get home.”
Her legs locked around him tighter. “Don’t you dare.”
“Naw, don’t worry, I was going crazy seeing you all day and not being able to touch you like this.”
His hands caressed her buttocks and each massaging circle brought them down closer to her center. He felt the heat radiating from her, burning him through his pants. His pants, by the way, started to feel like a torture device as his penis threatened to break through his zipper any moment now. He groaned.
“Are you in pain?” The grimace had not been lost on her and she smiled her crooked smile, while her blue eyes had that mischievous glint again.
“Yeah, I’m in pain! You had me hard most of the day. I am surprised I did not pass out from blood loss to the brain.”
“You are such a bragging little brat!”
“Oh, yeah, that is not what you say when you beg me to go easy on you like you always do. Plus, I am not little.”
She had to smile that he did not object to the ‘brat’ comment.
“Ah- you must have me confused with someone else, Mister. I don’t beg. And I can handle everything you can give me. Even though, I do admit, you have lots to give, baby.”
He grabbed her hand and brought it to the source of his discomfort. The site of Lisa reaching between her legs to touch him drove him crazy.
“Yeah? Funny, ‘cause I remember when I had to stop fucking you the other day because you could not take it anymore…. Remember? I think I had to give you a break by making sure you got nice and wet again.” His mind flashed back to pulling out and lowering himself to eat her pussy through two orgasms until she was too tired and sated to mind him pounding into her again. And of course, he made sure she came again before they were done.
Lisa smiled as her hand closed against the rock hard steel she felt under the fabric of his jeans. As she massaged him, she busied her fingers by opening his fly. Hey, she was a helpful wife after all.
“Poor baby. You really need to let him come out and play more. He will get claustrophobic if you keep him locked up like this.”
Her fingers finally were successful in freeing his straining cock, and she pushed the velvet skin up the iron core several times, letting her thump rub over the tip after it was crowned by his glistening pre-cum. Michael’s eyes closed and he started to bite his bottom lip in total rapture. Her hand on him felt like heaven. She heard his breathing increase and enjoyed the guttural sound of pleasure forming deep in his throat. Lisa watched a bead of sweat trickle down his neck and her eyes followed its path in fascination. Hypnotized, she bet forward as her tongue darted out, licking his neck before biting it softly, then placing small kisses on him. His sounds turned into sighs and moans and the movement of his hips increased as she continued to enjoy the feel of his manhood inside her hand.
Michael started to feel the pressure inside increase as he began to see colorful spots behind his closed eyelids and let his body move the rhythm of her hand. He was barely aware of his sounds that followed the beat of his pulsing blood. His hands had stilled on her, as he was held captive by his own sensations. Suddenly aware of her heat and her increasing moisture against him, he moved one hand toward her center. His eyes opened just in time to catch her throw back her head and react to both his fingers on her and her own hand that had stimulated her nerve center between her legs as she basically had to reach between her braced legs to pump him. He could see her juices coating her wrist while she rode her own hand and kept a tight grip on him at the same time, pleasing them both simultaneously.
“You are such a naughty little thing.” His voice had dropped to a deep, sensual whisper.
She opened her eyes and followed his gaze as a lazy smile played around her full lips.
“Since when do you have a problem watching me touch myself?”
Michael gifted her with one of his dazzling smiles.
“Did I say it was a problem? Here, let me help you out.”
Two of his fingers entered her dripping pussy, filling and stretching her tight muscles. She swallowed hard and a sigh escaped her lips. The smile was wiped away, her eyes glazed over, and a look of pure sensual bliss reflected on her features. The rhythm of her hand increased as did the pressure of her grasp. Michael let her direct the beat and adjusted his hip movements as well as the tempo of his fingers stroking in and out of her. Small whimpers started to escape her and he detected a rosy tint starting to spread on her face, neck, and chest. Her nipples stood erect without having been touched by him. He felt he was derelict in his husbandly duties to please his wife and licked his lips, before bending his head to engulf first one, then the other stiff peak with his teeth and his lips. Lisa reacted with short gasps and he felt her juices drip from her, as her muscles started to spasm, announcing her orgasm. Her free hand fisted in his short hair and she felt the silky curls. She pulled his mouth away from her breasts and kissed his sensual lips as she started to cum, moaning loudly into his mouth as her muscles tightened around his fingers.
“Holy, shit, Mike…oh, God, ….fuck…I’m cuming…”
As much as he nagged at her for cursing, he loved to hear her dirty comments when he knew he was the cause for her losing control.
“I noticed. Let it go baby, cum for me…”
Her head fell back against the wall, and he feasted on her neck, letting his tongue feel her rapid pulse. Her hand had temporarily stopped the massage that threatened his control for a second as he for one second feared he was going to join her in her climax and cum into her hand. Lisa’s legs had tightened further around his hip as her whole body tensed during her climax. He gently removed his fingers from her and pulled down his pants. He lifted her slightly upward before bringing her still still spasming body down onto his ready dick. He felt as if he was dipping into lava, becoming surrounded by hot, liquid fire. Michael tried to be gently but her small scream and her gripping muscles made him lose control and he pushed himself into her with one swift upward movement of his hips, while he pulled her closer onto him at the same time.
“Oh fuck!” Lisa screamed out as he had not fully given her a chance to adjust to his size. Even after all this time, his length and girth were a welcome challenge.
“Oh, damn. I’ve been wanting to do this all day. Oh, Lise, you feel so fucking good. I can’t believe all these people got to look at you today. But I’m the one who gets to give it to you. Just- like- you- need- it.” As to prove a point he plunged into her in time with every word of the last statement.
“Oh hell yeah, baby. No one has ever been able to fuck me like you do. Not ever…” She lost the ability to speak as Michael kept up a frantic pace, letting out all the day’s frustrations in her hot body.
Michael kissed her neck before bending once more, sucking each nipple into his mouth as he alternated jabbing movements with fast gyrating stokes. He knew he would not last long this way, but the build up all day had just been too much. He needed to cum now, and he would have time to play more later. Right now, all he could concentrate on was the heat steadily rising
inside, as his balls felt like getting loaded like two springs as each frantic thrust brought him closer to a much anticipated climax.
Lisa’s back was against the wall now, and Michael used the extra leverage to fuck her as hard as he possibly could. Sweat started to form on his forehead and trickle down his face, and his face took on the look of agonizing, intense, pleasure. The foyer of Lisa’s house became filled with sighs and moans, interrupted by soft cries. Michael reached up and grabbed her wrists, taking her arms and raising them above her head, pinning her against the wall. Their fingers interlaced as their eyes bore into each other. They were connected by their hips alone, the wall providing the solid barrier needed for Lisa to be able to withstand his passionate onslaught. For a second Michael worried about her back against the wall, but then again he remembered that she liked it rough. And he was just the man to give it to her like that after a day of being teased.
“Too much?”
“Fuck no, give it to me. Don’t you dare stop. Don’t you ever stop, Mike.”
Michael felt her tighten around him like a vice, and he knew she was about to cum again by the telltale spasm and pink flush on her skin. He waited long enough to hear her first hoarse cries and feel the rhythmic pulsing of her vaginal wall, before he finally decided to forsake all control and open the floodgates to the mind-blowing wave that threatened to drown him. He threw back his head and screamed out his raging, blissful agony, letting the ecstasy race through him and flood every cell in his body. For a second he had trouble breathing, which did not keep him from keeping up his thrusts even as his seed shot in hot spurts into her womb. Lisa had started to calm down, but seemed to undergo another series of contractions, her cries now almost voiceless, her chest heaving heavily.
Michael realized he was still holding her arms above her and gently let go of her hands as he rested his forehead against hers, listening to her breath coming fast and ragged, almost in time with his. His heart finally slowed down lightly and he gently kissed her mouth.
“Are you trying to kill me?”
“Hey, if this is the way to die, maybe it would be worth it. But no, all I did was welcome you home after a day of hard work.” She ginned evilly.
“Uhum.” He kissed her neck and made his way to her ear, sucking on her ear lobe.
“And here I was, getting nailed against the wall for my efforts.”
“What got you nailed against the wall was parading your naked ass around infront of me all day long. And infront of the whole crew, by the way.”
“Yeah? Well, it was too hot in that studio for clothes. You really should make your co-stars more comfortable.”
Michael lifted her off him gently. Then he stepped over his jeans and took off his shirt. His next move surprised her as he picked her up and started to swiftly walk toward the backdoor.
“Oh really? Well, if you are hot, there is a remedy for that.”
“Michael! Where are you going, put me down.”
Her petite frame was no challenge for his toned, strong body as he easily continued to carry her. He opened the backdoor and headed outside, while Lisa continued to squeal for him to let her down.
“Stop it- you will wake the guards and the neighbors.” He whispered between fits of laugher.
“Michael, don’t you dare. Put me down this very instant!”
“Baby, you said you were hot all day. So, how about we…”
Michael stepped up to the pool.
“Make you cooler.”
With that he dropped his screaming and cursing, beautifully naked wife into her swimming pool. He watched her go under and resurface, sputtering, and yelling obscenities at him. Laughing hysterically, he jumped in to join her.
Chapter 11
Thirty minutes later, Lisa attempted to hoist herself out of the water. So far, she had been able to make a clean escape. Breathless and exhausted, she actually thought for a second she had managed to either out- last or out-swim him. No such luck! One leg was up on the built in bench in the pool, when she screamed, feeling his hand on the ankle still in the water. She tried to wiggle away, when Michael’s head broke the sparkling surface.
“Gotcha!” His breath came in rapid gasps. He obviously had just completed a crazy dive to catch up with her. How had he pulled it off? She knew she had been way ahead that time. He pulled her back in further as she continued to squirm away.
“No, let me go! I am tired- plus, you cheated! I hope you don’t think you won.” She was barely able to keep her head above water as Michael started to tickle and dunk her at the same time.
He did not take it well that she almost had beaten him by swimming to safety. Well, she had to admit that it might not have been entirely fair how she had used her momentary advantage, but hey, seeing that he was such a water rat, he had left her no other choice but to fight a little dirty.
“I cheat? What was that about the pot and the kettle?” He shook his head, sending water droplets flying, making it seem like he was surrounded by magic dust in the moonlight.
Lisa used the small gain to splash him, before getting back to the stone bench, jumping up and sitting down, her upper body outside the pool while her legs remained in the water. She had been laughing so hard she started hiccupping.
“Yeah- there was no way you could have made it to this side of the pool so fast- I had a clear start. So, I know you cheated.”
Michael held on to the ledge created by the seat of the bench and maneuvered himself between her legs, dangling down.
“You wish! The only reason you had that head start is because you side tracked me.”
“I have no clue what you are talking about…”
Lisa smiled, remembering having Michael backed into a corner and kissing him, letting her tongue battle his, while her hands slowly enjoyed the journey starting at his chest. She playfully pinched his nipples, felt his tight abs and trim waist, let her nails scrape the slick skin as she ventured toward his back, grabbed his wonderfully firm ass, and finally arrived at her grail. Cupping him, she started to tame the awakening water snake she discovered there. Michael had moaned into her mouth and leaned back, holding on to the side of the pool, arching his back. One hand played with his tightening balls while the other caressed him, stroking him under the water, enjoying the heat of his skin conflicting with the cool water around her. When she was sure his attention fully captured by her hands and her mouth and tongue, she made her move. She kissed him one more time and dove under after taunting that she would win that time.
“You will so pay for this.” Michael’s eyes were full of laughter and love, and she was amazed how young, carefree, and relaxed his features were. Lisa’s heart tightened, thinking how often he looked preoccupied and far, far away, but in this moment, he was all hers again.
“Pay? You already threw me into the pool! After you took advantage of me in the foyer.”
“Yeah, you poor innocent victim! Then why were you begging for it? Plus you said you were hot. I can never do anything right for you.”
Her eye brow shot up. “Well, I would not go that far… You do some things pretty well.”
The dark, playful eyes widened. “Some things? Pretty well? Can you be more specific? I mean, you know I want to be perfect at what I do. So maybe you can give me some pointers about what I do pretty well.”
Michael let his fingers glide up her calves and to her knees.
“Well, you’re pretty good when you put your hands on me…”
Lisa loved to feel how his skin felt against her wet legs as he slowly approached her knees, letting his fingers play around her knee cap.
“Pretty good, hum? “ His hands travelled higher, dispersing the small air bubbles that had settled on the soft skin of her inner thighs as she spread them wider.
Lisa swallowed. “Yeah, not bad.” Her eyes closed as Michael’s fingers drew small circles on her, sending little shivers through her as he approached the patch of soft hair, beckoning him like the most beautiful sea anemones.
Michael took a deep breath and dove under, leaving Lisa to wonder what he was up to now. He did not let her hang for long as she saw the shadow of his head lingering over her legs, hi hear floating right below the surface of the water, as she felt the heat of his tongue licking up the length of first one thigh then the other, each time stopping just short of the tempting V calling out to him. His tongue was rough and hot, tantalizing her, surprising her skin which had become acclimated to the cool water surrounding it. He resurfaced, smiling, tipping his head to one side in question.
Lisa opened her eyes.
“Ok, your tongue isn’t all that bad either. It can do some pretty amazing things.”
“I’ve been told it’s a golden tongue, you know.” That smile again! Her heart squeezed at the sight.
“Is that so?”
“Uhum.”
He braced his hands on the seat, and pivoted up, coming to sit next to her on the little bench. Proving a point, his tongue traced the sliver droplets gliding down her bronze skin, licking her neck, making his way to the full lips that had started to open for him. Michael placed small kisses around her mouth, letting his tongue lick her lips, letting his teeth capture the fullness of her bottom lip. The refreshing chill of the water and the soft warmth of the summer night could not suppress the heat starting to rise within Lisa, as she restlessly attempted to get him to engage her in one of his drugging kisses. Her tongue strove to capture his, and he when he finally relented, she opened her mouth under him, inhaling his breath, drinking his love.
Michael’s hand had fisted in her wet hair as he kept her head pressed against him, his kiss turning wilder and more passionate by the second. His other hand traveled up and down her spine, playing her, making her senses sing out to him. Lisa felt weightless as if suspended by the feelings he invoked in her. Her whole being was centered in this kiss. Finally, her hands that rested on his shoulders came back to life. One came up and cupped his cheek, while the other went a more carnal route, magnetically attracted by what lay beneath the moonlit surface.
She found her treasure and grasped him, finding him hard and fully aroused despite the cool water. His moans deepened as she shrouded him with her hand, starting to hold and stroke him first gently, then with increasing urgency.
Michael’s mouth left her for a second and they both took a deep breath. Lisa was grateful she was reminded to breathe as she had been unwilling to surrender his lips even to the need for oxygen.
“Does that mean you like it when I kiss you…” His voice was deep and barely audible.
The question was rewarded by a raspy laughter and a “Not bad.”
“Not bad? Get your ass over here, lady.” Michael grasped Lisa by her waist and, aided by the water, easily lifted her into his lap. Lisa gave a squeal and Michael put his hand over her mouth, laughing boyishly when she wiggled her cute little behind right where he wanted her.
Chapter 12
What seemed like an eternity later, their laughter had been silenced and the night was now filled with moans, sighs, and little cries of passion.
“Say it!” His commanding tone sent shivers down her body.
Her head was thrown back, offering herself to him. She wanted nothing more than to perish at the altar of his love, his passion. Michael watched her pulse racing before he bet forward and tasted mixture of pool water and Lisa’s sweat. Lisa tried to move up on his rigid shaft again, but he held her firmly pressed against him, his hands around her waist, holding her still, as he used all his will power to stay immobile himself. Every cell screamed out his desire to move, longed to continue fucking her, but he wanted to, no needed to, see her surrender first. She held strong, but he knew she was close to breaking. It was easy really: all he had to do was use her desire for him.
“God, I love you, Mike. I love you.” She sighed against him, her eyes still closed.
“Uhum,” shook his head, “not that. Come on, it’s not that hard.” Well, part of him was, but that was besides the point.
Her eyes opened and focused on his.
“Michael, please.”
He shook his head. “No, no begging. I want you to tell me you’re sorry for teasing me all day.”
“Well, I’m not.” Her chin was set stubbornly. She tried to wiggle, and he moved his hands down to her ass, squeezing hard.
He could tell she was backing off from her orgasm again, so he waited one more second then lifted her before bringing her back down with force, bearing back into her, reveling in the feel of the cool water on his penis before he plunged back into her heat. She moaned as he buried himself into her to the hilt.
“Oh, God. Michael.” He continued his assault until the fluttering of her walls alerted him. This time, he changed tactics as instead of stilling while deep inside, he almost lifted her off him, leaving only the very tip of his turgid member inside of her.
“No, don’t stop…no, don’t you dare…” She cried out.
“I told you…You are not getting it ‘till you apologize. I don’t care if we stay here all night, you will apologize for parading around, for keeping me hard all day, and most of all…” He pushed himself in one inch more, before returning to his torturous starting point, “ …for doubting that I love you. It hurts when you do that.”
“It hurts when you …ahhh…when you leave me.”
Her tongue darted out and she obviously had problems forming a coherent sentence. What was she talking about? He was not leaving her. He loved her. He just needed some time off – needed to regroup and feel that he could breathe again. Lisa tended to suffocate him with her love. Still, he needed that love in his life, and he could not stand when she made him feel that he had to prove his sincerity. This was not a game, this was his marriage- and he took that very seriously.
“Lisa look at me.” Her eyes had closed again and she seemed to have trouble opening them.
“Michael, fuck me, please. I am so close…so close…please, I need you.”
“Well...” He pulled lifted her up even further, pulling out for a full second, before slamming back into her, making her cry out into the darkness. “I need you to say you are sorry- that is if you want to cum before your pretty body gets all wrinkled up.”
“You’re such an asshole!” She sounded like she was close to tears. Which was not surprising, given he had kept her on the very edge of her orgasm for a quite a little while now. If she had thought this would be easy just because she was on top, she had underestimated his willpower and skills. And the fact that the water made it really effortless for him to lift her and hold her in place.
“Oh, yeah?”
“Yeah…oh shit, Mike..oh fuck...” she squealed as he sped up again, correctly judging that he let her nervous system calm down enough so she could take another series of fast upward jabs.
This time he alternated straight thrusts with gyrating movements, being careful not to let her land in a position that would cause her clit to allow her to reach her climax. After all these years of perfecting how to make his lover reach her peak, he was just as good at knowing how to keep her dangling with the prize just out of reach.
Lisa changed strategies and reached out to pull his head close. He let her lips capture his, keeping his guard up while willing the electric current inside to stay contained so he would not fall victim to his own game. He noticed a movement and opened his eyes, while keeping his tongue in teasing duel with hers. That little cheat!
Lisa tried to use her free hand to reach between them, attempting to reach her pearl to let her release what he kept from her on purpose.
He let go of her hips and reached for both her wrists, bringing her arms behind her, holding them in place with one hand.
“Fuck you, Mike!”
“You are, Lise!” He had to laugh at her. Her eyes sparkling with anger and passion, half pleading, half shooting daggers. Such a little spitfire! His free hand came to rest on one breast, not being able to resist the nipples hard from both the little night chill and her taxed nerves. He bent forward and nipped at her other breast, causing her to cry out once again.
“I fucking hate you…you drive me crazy.”
He lapped at her nipple, before stopping one more time.
“If this is hating me, keep hating me. You hate me so well, baby. You drove me crazy all day. And the crew was close to combusting as well. Plus, you don’t hate me. Your hot pussy tells me differently. It keeps pouring your honey on me – I can feel it. You are so hot, so ready…come on, baby. Just say it. You know it will be so good…you have been so close for so long…say…it: I’m….sorry…Michael.” He accentuated with a series of well placed jabs, her cries providing the music to each word, huskily whispered word.
Michael started to seriously wonder how long he would be able to last. Her walls started to constrict around him once again, the fluttering stronger this time. Her core temperature elevated yet again, and detected a flush on her face as her nipples tightened more. She was sexual bliss personified. He felt the spiral tighten as it got ready to shoot his essence into the tempting vessel.
She broke at the last possible second, just when he had decided that he had to cum to keep from having a heart attack.
“Fuck. I’m sorry, I am so sorry…oh shit….fuck…oh….!” Her cries pierced the darkness before her whole body arched backwards and momentarily seemed to be gripped by one huge spasm before her hip ground into him frantically. Her pussy held him in a death grip and forced his own climax, as he kept pounding into her bucking body. Faintly, Michael became aware that Lisa’s screams were not the only sounds of passion echoing around him. He was caught in the toe of the most incredible climax, feeling that the streams of his ejaculations would never cease to pour into her.
The cries settled down into moans and just deep, rapid breathing, as Michael held Lisa close, placing little kisses on her. Her head had come to rest on his shoulder and he felt her lips on his shoulder.
“I don’t know about you. But I’m ready to get out.” He reached up and played with the wet tendrils, curling on her shoulders.
“Hmm…Well, you threw me in, so I think you should carry me back out.”
“You’re heavy!”
“Shut up! I can’t be all that heavy- you just kept me balanced on the tip of your…your lance for like ever!” She bit his shoulder.
“Ouch! Stop that- Or I will make you apologize again.”
“Hey, if you do it like that- any time. I need to piss you off more often.”
They looked at each, laughed, and said in unison, “Naw…”
Michael scooped up Lisa and took her over to the lounges . He lowered her onto her feel, and lovingly wrapped a soft towel around her before one again cradling her body in his arms as he headed for the house. Lisa cuddled up close to him, sleepily resting her head on his chest.
“Tired, baby? What about round three? I am wide awake.”
She smiled up at him. “Hey, I’m tired. Unless you can come up with ways to revive me. You are the King after all.”
“That’s right, and don’t you forget it.”
“Hey, Lise…?”
“Hmm?”
“So, I have this great idea. How about we do a shoot with you and me like Neptun and a water nymph. You could try to seduce me and I would be distant and unmoved until you melt me heart. How cool would that be?”
Lisa just laughed and kissed his chest.
“Yes, Michael, that sounds wonderful. And you are nuts.”
“Would you do it with me?”
She sighed and looked up at him. He had stopped and bent over to kiss the top of her nose.
“Michael, in case you haven’t figured it out yet: As annoying and frustrating as you are, I would gladly do cheesy videos with you for the rest of my days or the rest of my life if it meant not being without you.”
“Awe, you are so sweet.” He captured her lips gently before continuing the journey to their bedroom. Upon kicking the door to their suite shut, he dropped her on the King size bed, causing her to yelp out again.
“Michael! What now?”
“You called my videos cheesy. I think you better tell me you are sorry.” He had that glint in his eyes again, revealing he was ready for more mischief.
Lisa raised an eyebrow in challenge. “Make me.”
Michael laughed, “You just never learn, lady.”
Before she could respond, he launched himself at his wife in one cat like leap, joining her on their bed.
THE END
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