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Ch.10: Make The Man Within Me Love The Woman In You
All my dreams they come true when you do what you do; I just gotta get next to you.
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The car ride was torture. It was like every slow car in the city was ordered to get in front of Michael’s navy blue Audi, like every red light knew he was coming and was determined to stop him. The fifteen minutes felt like fifteen hours and by the time they reached his condo, Michael could feel his skin prickling uncomfortably underneath his suit. As he and Anya rode the elevator, Michael loosened the collar of his shirt and held Anya’s hand, giving it a little squeeze. She gave him a nervous smile as the door opened on his floor and he led her to his apartment.
Once inside, he couldn’t hold himself back any longer. He had been craving this, [i]her[/i], the whole week. Michael caught Anya against the door and kissed her sweetly, cupping her face in his palms. Anya whimpered softly and detangled the backpack from her shoulder letting it fall to the floor. As Michael’s kisses diverted to her jaw and her neck, Anya slid his jacket off his shoulders. Michael stepped back to pull the article off and leave it on a chair. Then he was back on kissing her neck, walking backwards and carrying her with him to the couch where he fell with her on top.
“I- I was supposed to--” Anya tried to speak, but drew in a breath as Michael took her sweater off. “…ask you--”
“Can it wait?” Michael looked up at her, nearly pleading. His arms around her waist pulled her closer, where she was almost straddling his crotch. If his skin was prickling before, now it was on fire. “Please?”
Anya looked down, into his blown pupils, and leaned down to kiss him. With her arms around his neck and as the kiss grew deeper and hotter, Anya adjusted her hips, giving way to a timid dry humping. Michael’s arms tightened around her waist, following the movement and feeling the blood rush to his nether regions. He was losing it… and losing it fast. He had a pretty clear idea of how this would end, how he wanted it to end.
The kissing turned desperate, hands all over each other as their bodies grinded together. Small beads of sweat were already glistening on Michael’s forehead while he was pulled closer and closer to the point of no return. Yes, he wanted this to happen, he had wanted it for weeks, but he didn’t want Anya to feel obligated. He wanted it to be real for her as it was for him. And it took all of his will power to finally break the kiss.
“Oh, snowflake, stop…” He growled, holding her hips steady.
“What? Did I do something wrong?” Anya said, slightly out of breath.
“No, it’s just--” Michael kissed the tip of her nose and took a deep breath. “If we keep at it… keep going…” Anya half smiled and leaned in to kiss his neck, fingers working on the top button of his shirt.
“I thought you were gonna show me how much you missed me.” She breathed against him, fingers going for the second button.
“Yes…”
“Then why on earth…” Third button was gone and Anya looked straight at him. “…do you want me to stop?”
She leaned in to kiss him again, but he stopped her. “Anya--” He swallowed, looking in Anya’s questioning eyes. “I want this to happen, but--” Michael sighed. “Do you?”
“I- what’s that supposed to mean?” Anya was taken aback with the question.
“Please. I don’t-- It would be really nice of you if you tell me--” He stopped again and tangled his fingers with hers. “Do you really want this? You’re not agreeing to this just because I’m- you know…”
Anya bit her lip and looked at him. “I really want this.”
“Seriously, I never meant to push you. If you ever felt--” Michael tried to speak, but Anya put a finger on his lips and made him stop.
“Michael, I want this. You. And to be with you. I don’t care if you’re my boss or not…” Anya said, resting one hand on his shoulder while the other squeezed his hand. He gave her a small smile.
“That’s great then, cause I wanna be with you… so bad.” Michael caressed her face with the back of his free hand. “You have no idea… and I was kind of-- worried.”
“That this was an obligation to me?” Anya guessed and he nodded. “It might have been once, but I think I like you enough now to be here on my own account.”
Michael caught the hint of sarcasm on her phrase and smirked, settling his arm back around her waist. “And I think I like you enough to be kind of in love with you.”
Anya blinked a couple of times, trying to process what Michael had told her, but didn’t have time as he pulled her down by the back of her head and started kissing her again. Since she couldn’t respond otherwise, Anya wrapped her arms around Michael’s neck, pressing her body against his and making him growl.
Breaking apart for air, Michael nudged her up and led her to his bedroom while undoing the last buttons of his shirt. Anya took her shoes off and went for her top, but Michael stopped her.
“I’ve watched you undress yourself everyday for weeks. I wanna do it myself this time.”
And he did. Peeling each article from her body slowly and kissing every inch of newly exposed skin. The same pale skin he had seen shed on stage day after day, glistening with sweat and glitter under the colored lights of his club. The body that he had nearly memorized was now shivering under his attentions, making him realize that what he had craved for so long was finally his. He wouldn’t have to settle with watching her from the distance and jack himself to sleep with the memories anymore. Anya was there and she wanted him as much as he wanted her.
When the clothes were not longer a problem, Michael laid Anya on the bed, covering her bare body with his and kissed her neck. Anya let out a strangled sound at feeling his hardness rub against her and wrapped her legs around Michael’s waist. He broke away and looked at her.
“You ready?” He whispered, licking her lower lip. Anya nodded.
Engaging in another searing kiss, Michael adjusted his hips and entered Anya slowly, swallowing her moans. Burying his head in her neck, he started thrusting in and out while her nails left dents on his shoulders. Each move was adorned with whimpers coming out of Anya, and they just fueled Michael’s need. Increasing his pace, he placed his forehead against hers and slid a hand underneath her backside, lifting it up to give him better access.
Arms and legs around him, Anya pulled him closer, working her hips against him, feeling his body tense up. She was already shaking and panting, shivering and teeth shattering as if she were lying on snow.
“Mikey!” She shrieked.
Eyes shut tight, she sank her teeth on his Michael’s shoulder as she came making him grunt and follow her two seconds later as both rode their orgasm away.
Catching his breath, Michael cupped her face and kissed her sweetly.
“Mikey?” He said smiling down to her.
“Yeah, I think I heard your brother call you that once.” She said apologetically. “If it bothers you--”
“No, it’s just that… no one calls me that. Not anymore.” He sighed. “But I like it. Just don’t use it in public!”
Anya smiled as they kissed again.
Once inside, he couldn’t hold himself back any longer. He had been craving this, [i]her[/i], the whole week. Michael caught Anya against the door and kissed her sweetly, cupping her face in his palms. Anya whimpered softly and detangled the backpack from her shoulder letting it fall to the floor. As Michael’s kisses diverted to her jaw and her neck, Anya slid his jacket off his shoulders. Michael stepped back to pull the article off and leave it on a chair. Then he was back on kissing her neck, walking backwards and carrying her with him to the couch where he fell with her on top.
“I- I was supposed to--” Anya tried to speak, but drew in a breath as Michael took her sweater off. “…ask you--”
“Can it wait?” Michael looked up at her, nearly pleading. His arms around her waist pulled her closer, where she was almost straddling his crotch. If his skin was prickling before, now it was on fire. “Please?”
Anya looked down, into his blown pupils, and leaned down to kiss him. With her arms around his neck and as the kiss grew deeper and hotter, Anya adjusted her hips, giving way to a timid dry humping. Michael’s arms tightened around her waist, following the movement and feeling the blood rush to his nether regions. He was losing it… and losing it fast. He had a pretty clear idea of how this would end, how he wanted it to end.
The kissing turned desperate, hands all over each other as their bodies grinded together. Small beads of sweat were already glistening on Michael’s forehead while he was pulled closer and closer to the point of no return. Yes, he wanted this to happen, he had wanted it for weeks, but he didn’t want Anya to feel obligated. He wanted it to be real for her as it was for him. And it took all of his will power to finally break the kiss.
“Oh, snowflake, stop…” He growled, holding her hips steady.
“What? Did I do something wrong?” Anya said, slightly out of breath.
“No, it’s just--” Michael kissed the tip of her nose and took a deep breath. “If we keep at it… keep going…” Anya half smiled and leaned in to kiss his neck, fingers working on the top button of his shirt.
“I thought you were gonna show me how much you missed me.” She breathed against him, fingers going for the second button.
“Yes…”
“Then why on earth…” Third button was gone and Anya looked straight at him. “…do you want me to stop?”
She leaned in to kiss him again, but he stopped her. “Anya--” He swallowed, looking in Anya’s questioning eyes. “I want this to happen, but--” Michael sighed. “Do you?”
“I- what’s that supposed to mean?” Anya was taken aback with the question.
“Please. I don’t-- It would be really nice of you if you tell me--” He stopped again and tangled his fingers with hers. “Do you really want this? You’re not agreeing to this just because I’m- you know…”
Anya bit her lip and looked at him. “I really want this.”
“Seriously, I never meant to push you. If you ever felt--” Michael tried to speak, but Anya put a finger on his lips and made him stop.
“Michael, I want this. You. And to be with you. I don’t care if you’re my boss or not…” Anya said, resting one hand on his shoulder while the other squeezed his hand. He gave her a small smile.
“That’s great then, cause I wanna be with you… so bad.” Michael caressed her face with the back of his free hand. “You have no idea… and I was kind of-- worried.”
“That this was an obligation to me?” Anya guessed and he nodded. “It might have been once, but I think I like you enough now to be here on my own account.”
Michael caught the hint of sarcasm on her phrase and smirked, settling his arm back around her waist. “And I think I like you enough to be kind of in love with you.”
Anya blinked a couple of times, trying to process what Michael had told her, but didn’t have time as he pulled her down by the back of her head and started kissing her again. Since she couldn’t respond otherwise, Anya wrapped her arms around Michael’s neck, pressing her body against his and making him growl.
Breaking apart for air, Michael nudged her up and led her to his bedroom while undoing the last buttons of his shirt. Anya took her shoes off and went for her top, but Michael stopped her.
“I’ve watched you undress yourself everyday for weeks. I wanna do it myself this time.”
And he did. Peeling each article from her body slowly and kissing every inch of newly exposed skin. The same pale skin he had seen shed on stage day after day, glistening with sweat and glitter under the colored lights of his club. The body that he had nearly memorized was now shivering under his attentions, making him realize that what he had craved for so long was finally his. He wouldn’t have to settle with watching her from the distance and jack himself to sleep with the memories anymore. Anya was there and she wanted him as much as he wanted her.
When the clothes were not longer a problem, Michael laid Anya on the bed, covering her bare body with his and kissed her neck. Anya let out a strangled sound at feeling his hardness rub against her and wrapped her legs around Michael’s waist. He broke away and looked at her.
“You ready?” He whispered, licking her lower lip. Anya nodded.
Engaging in another searing kiss, Michael adjusted his hips and entered Anya slowly, swallowing her moans. Burying his head in her neck, he started thrusting in and out while her nails left dents on his shoulders. Each move was adorned with whimpers coming out of Anya, and they just fueled Michael’s need. Increasing his pace, he placed his forehead against hers and slid a hand underneath her backside, lifting it up to give him better access.
Arms and legs around him, Anya pulled him closer, working her hips against him, feeling his body tense up. She was already shaking and panting, shivering and teeth shattering as if she were lying on snow.
“Mikey!” She shrieked.
Eyes shut tight, she sank her teeth on his Michael’s shoulder as she came making him grunt and follow her two seconds later as both rode their orgasm away.
Catching his breath, Michael cupped her face and kissed her sweetly.
“Mikey?” He said smiling down to her.
“Yeah, I think I heard your brother call you that once.” She said apologetically. “If it bothers you--”
“No, it’s just that… no one calls me that. Not anymore.” He sighed. “But I like it. Just don’t use it in public!”
Anya smiled as they kissed again.
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