Sheet Music - A Rock 'n' Roll Love Story

Slowly, she began to tug at the material of his jeans until she had pushed it below his hips.  Her eyes lifted and met his, so serious and sensuous.  He held her gaze, his eyes steady and focused, as if trying to speak through them.  Her hands moved around and covered his groin.  She watched his eyes close and his head fall back as he exhaled slowly.  She cupped his hardened sex, circled it with her fingers, and gently tugged.  His hands went to his jeans and slid them down past his thighs, then stepped out of them on the floor.

He drew her close and eased her back onto the bed.  Then he moved up beside her, fully exposed to her eyes for the first time.  She propped herself up on one elbow to study the perfection of his masculine features and smiled.  He was even more beautiful than she had imagined he would be.  His thighs were firm and lean, covered in a thin layer of dark hair that grew thicker as it fed into his groin.  His organ was over-sized and twitched, as if announcing his readiness.  Gently he rolled on top of her, resting his weight on his elbows.  She gazed at his face and saw the longing in his pale blue eyes.

“This is going to get complicated,” he said.

“I know.”

His mouth took hers as he slowly eased himself inside her warmth.  She felt the sting of his entry and then heat flowed through her body.  She whimpered softly.

“Am I hurting you?”

“In a good way,” she reassured, with the nudge of her nose against his lips.

He closed his eyes and rolled onto his back, taking her with him.  She bent forward and straddled his hips, his arms circled her back, his hands roaming freely over her skin and into her hair.  He lifted his head and caught her lips with his.  His moans drifted into her mouth.

“You feel so good, Annie.  So good.”

She moved in rhythm with him, slowly climbing the wall toward insanity.  When she tried to speed their momentum, he gently slowed her hips with his hands.

“I don’t want to rush this,” he said softly.  “It feels too good to hurry.”

He shifted his weight again and put her beneath him, his fingers entwining with hers above their heads.  His mouth moved to her neck.  She could feel his breath burning against her flesh.  His momentum built painfully slow.  The pleasure was searing.  She cried out his name and opened wider.  When her spasms started, he slowed down, gazing into her eyes.

“I want to feel you come,” he sighed.  Then he lost control, thrusting one last time.  He collapsed against her chest as he tried to catch his breath.

He closed his eyes, disbelieving what he was feeling was real.  Annie had moved him in more than one way.  He had never felt so out of control before in his life, unable to harness a depth of passion he was unaware he had.

The room was quiet except for the sound of their breathing.  Several minutes passed and neither spoke.  Annie’s brain swirled with a thousand different emotions.  She was afraid to break the spell by talking.  Instead she softly stroked his head as he continued to rest against her breasts.  Finally, he moved up toward her face and kissed her.

“Anyone ever tell you how beautiful you are when you come?” he asked with a sly boyish grin.

She skewed her face as she covered it with her hand.  “God, don’t say things like that!  You’re embarrassing me.”

He laughed and pulled her close against his body.  “It wasn’t meant to make you feel uncomfortable.  I was just stating a fact.”

“Am I supposed to thank you for the compliment?” she giggled.

“No, I  think I should be the one thanking you.”

Annie pressed herself against his side and studied his face.  His skin was so smooth and flawless she couldn’t keep herself from touching it.  She ran her index finger over his dark eyebrow and down the length of his nose.  When she reached his mouth he curled his lips lazily against the pad of her finger.

“What are you thinking about?” she asked.

His eyes slowly opened and focused on her.  “I was thinking that I feel as if I’ve somehow taken advantage of you.”

“How do you figure that?” Annie asked.

“When I drove here tonight I knew it was wrong.  In fact, several times I considered turning around and heading home.  Even knowing what I was making you risk, I still wanted to be here with you.  And, if I was to be honest with you and myself, I’d have to say I was hoping for something more than stimulating conversation.”

He rolled to face her and removed a few strands of hair from her forehead with his fingers.  Then kissed her eyebrow.

“And you think that makes you a bad person?” she asked.

“No, I believe that makes me human,” he stated.

“I would agree with that.  Since the day I met you, I’ve spent many hours fantasizing about what you’d be like in bed.”

Michael cocked his head and grinned at her.  “Seriously?”

“Yeah sure, why not?  I guess that makes me human too.”

“So, was I everything you expected and then some?” he asked, simulating arrogance.

“No, actually you were nothing like I expected.”