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“And as for you, Michael, I suggest you calm down already!” he defends himself. “It’s my house! This is where I live and I’ll walk around my house however I like. People should feel at home in their own house, shouldn’t they? I don’t owe anyone a thing and no one can tell me what to do in my own home, you get me?” His finger angrily points at Michael’s chest. “You should be grateful I bothered to wear anything at all!” he mutters, retreating back into his room.
I look at Michael who tries to lighten up the mood.
“That man, he’ll never grow up,” he declares. “You can never tell in what state he’s going to be.” He places his bag on the island at the kitchen entrance. “Come on, you can leave your bag over here,” he encourages me to feel at home. “Would you like a drink? Maybe something to eat?”
“No, thank you, Michael. I really am fine.”
“Great!” He rejoices and takes my hand. “Now, come see my bedroom. I’ll give you the full tour later on.”
“Is that so?” I tease him and smile slyly.
“I promise!” He gapes my lips with his right thumb. I feel so sensual when I’m in his presence; as if my lips are the prettiest, fullest most luscious in the whole world. He kisses me again and lightly tugs on my upper lip with his teeth.
“It feels so good,” I close my eyes and give in to anything this perfect man does. I respond with a peck on his meaty and stunningly sexy lips.
“Those lips were made to be kissed,” he declares as he softly caresses my cheek with his thumb, making me feel like a little girl once again. I’m embarrassed by the surge of energy pulsing through my body.
“Alright,” I agree, “let’s have the full tour later.”
He lets out a giggle and takes me to his wonderful bedroom: the ceiling is covered with mirrors embellished with bright hexagon-shaped shards, a huge TV protruding from the luxurious white wooden floor; the entire decor combined expensive black wood and touches of white and silver, and lighting that changed according to his whims. The hexagonal mirrors along with the lights create an intoxication extrasensory sensation. His sheets were manly and opulent; a light blue cover was placed on top of them, and the pillowcases were golden and had bright embroidery.
“Wow, what an amazing room!” I declare. Everything I’ve seen so far was designed with such good taste. So luxurious and classic; not at all tacky or too much.
“This is the most important part of the room,” he points at the huge bed. “Do you mind if I show you the rest later? I miss your perfect body. After all, I haven’t been inside of it for several hours now.”
“You don’t have to ask!” I drop him back on the large bed. He sits down at the edge of the bed while I start to remove his clothes, slowly and sensually, as I gaze at him and passionately lick my lips.
“Michael, you’re so appetizing. Like a little sugary treat,” I giggle.
“Little?” he guffaws. “Whatever you say, gorgeous.”
I throw the dress off of me, as well as the rest of my underwear; after all, I won’t be needing them. I gently hold onto the back of his neck and draw closer to the nook between his ear and his shoulder. My lips flutter softly on that spot, driving him completely mad. Bit by bit, I brush my lips from his to his impressive chest. Every now and then, my tongue pressed against his delicious skin. I continue to move, at a slow and passionate pace, delighting this marvelous man. I want to give him a remarkable experience that he’ll remember during those long days we won’t be seeing each other. I really hope he’ll miss me. I reach his blissful manhood. My lips are agape. I kiss, lightly suck, and lick, wetting the area. He moans loudly with pleasure and leans back on his palms that are stretched behind him. Men groaning during intercourse always makes me feel like a goddess. It’s an addictive sensation. This is especially true since Michael declared that he can usually curb his own enthusiasm. I remember him explaining that he was an expert when it came to rejecting women and groupies who chase him, vying for his attention.
I lean down and slowly rub the tip of my nose against his testicles, gently raising them. He goes wild. “You’re driving me insane! I can’t control myself!” he moans. At the same time, my demanding, sharp and steady tongue runs up the pulsing vein of his penis. I lick its length several times, then insert his entire member into my mouth, delighting in his succulent flavor; in his hot and smooth body.
“You have to stop right now. I need to feel you too; all of you,” he quickly flips me over. I lie there on his bed while he licks my clitoris, up and down, slowly and enthusiastically, then suddenly penetrates me.
“Michael, don’t forget a condom!”
He launches on top of me and shatters all barriers of pleasure and delight. “I hope it’s ok because I want to feel every bit of you.”
“I’d like to feel you too.” I whisper to him. I love giving in to this sensation; boundless and limitless; two people completely losing themselves in one another.
He looks so delighted with every movement, big or small, as if unable to believe how far he could get lost inside of me. I climax and moan so loudly, hoping with all my heart that no one has heard me. He gets carried away with me and finishes soon after. He tries to catch his breath. I move my fingers through his gorgeous hair, damp with blissful sweat. I pull him closed to me and kiss him passionately.
“Michael, I’ve never enjoyed myself as much as I have with you,” I whisper.
He wraps me in his arms in a warm and indulgent embrace. He kisses my hair and then my lips.
“I adore you! I’m going to miss you so much!” He saddens.
“It’s alright, honey,” I lovingly caress his cheek. “It’s only for a couple of days, isn’t it?”
“Please hear me out, gorgeous. I have a couple of busy months. It won’t be easy. But we’ll also enjoy missing one another. I’ll try to come here as much as I can; Israel is my home. Besides, I want you to remember that I’m a one-woman kind of man. In other words, please don’t give into the distance and let your mind go wandering to places I can’t follow. Trust me. Relax. Take these days to calm down and plan your new life ahead. It should take you some time to adjust, and it won’t be easy. Especially for Roy. The distance and time between us can be to our benefit. Are you with me? Do you understand what I mean? I’m here with you, hand in hand. As far as I’m concerned, it’s you and me, together. Do you feel the same?” he asks.
“Absolutely,” I declare, enchanted by how right he is, and surprised at how dear he is to me.
“If all works well between us, I believe it’s going to be worth it. Once I finish shooting that film and settle back here, I’ll make it up to you. So, you just need to be a little patient,” he waves his finger in front of my face.
