Sheet Music - A Rock 'n' Roll Love Story

“She was cheating on her husband?”

“I guess so.”  He shook his head.  “I’m not completely innocent there either, Annie.  Technically I was still married too, although Beth and I were living separate lives by that point.  So, I said goodbye to her and I haven’t seen her since.”

He kissed her stomach.  “Are you jealous?”

“Should I be?”

“No.  She taught me mechanics.  You taught me about emotion.  The two elements combined are mind blowing,” he said with a smirk.

Then he turned his face and pressed his nose deep into the moist cleft of her femininity and inhaled loudly.

“Annie, you are positively intoxicating,” he sighed.  “I could die quite happy, right here.”

Then he kissed her in the most intimate of ways.  His lips were like the petals of a flower, tasting, teasing, and then devouring her sex.  She arched her back and pressed her body harder against his open mouth.  His hands lifted her bottom.  She reached for his head and grabbed his hair.

“My God, Michael, please…”

His tongue delved deeper, only to be replaced with his fingers.  He pushed her higher and reveled in the pleasure his mouth was giving her.  Beneath him she blossomed, spreading wider as if gasping for breath.

He smiled at her soft whimpering and bit the inside of her thigh then sucked the spot to take away the sting.  Her cry grew louder still as she climbed the wall.  He savored the taste, beauty, and satiny wetness of her, so close to bursting himself.  She screamed his name as she tensed and then released, drowning him in wave after wave of ecstasy as it crashed over her sweat-covered body.  She pushed the hair off her face and sighed.  Michael continued his manipulations until she arched again and crested against his lips.

His mouth slid to her hips, danced over the flatness of her stomach, nibbling, licking, and sucking as he ascended inch by inch.  He found her nipples and taunted each rose colored peak until he was satisfied with their hardness.  Then he shifted to the base of her throat.  She groaned when the heat of his lips seared a path beneath her jaw line.  Her fingers fanned the smooth expanse of his back.

“Baby, you have no idea how beautiful you are when you come,” he whispered against her ear.

Gently he moved into position but didn’t enter her.  Instead, he remained pressed at the gates of heaven and pulsed.  “I wish you could see it,” he said, toying with the sensitive skin behind her ear.  “I wish you could experience it through my eyes.”

She moaned louder, feeling his organ rocking between their bodies but still not inside her.  His tongue slid across her cheek and found her mouth.  He kissed her hard, possessing her with the thrust of his tongue.  She could smell her sex on his skin and lips and taste the fruit he had eaten from her belly.  Her arms tightened around his neck as she pulled him down.

“Annie, you drive me crazy.  Out of control crazy, with needs and desires I didn’t know I was capable of.”

He covered her mouth again and pushed the tip of his maleness inside her warmth.  She pressed herself firmly against him.

“Please, Michael, all the way inside,” she begged him.

He reached behind himself and placed her leg across his lower back.  Then took her broken leg and cradled it gently in his hand.  He gazed at her beneath him, eyes misted with lust and emotion and he smiled slyly.

“Is that what you want?” he asked easing himself in deeper.

She nodded.

“Are you sure you can handle it?” he teased.

“I’ll die trying.”

He watched in amazement as her facial features changed with each inch he fed her.  When he began to withdraw she sucked in a breath and clawed at his back.  She began to quiver, inside and out, and Michael lost his self-control.

“Baby, I love you so much,” he exhaled against her mouth, as the most glorious explosion rocketed through his body.

He kissed her lips softly, his hunger momentarily satiated, and brushed his nose with hers.  Then he saw the sparkle of her tears.

“Are you all right?” he asked, drying her cheeks with his thumbs.

“I’ve never been better.”

He smiled, rolled onto his side and stretched like a satisfied cat.  “Come here, he requested, pulling her back against his chest and settling her into the bend of his body.

“Do you think Bonita knows what we do in here for hours each day?” she asked.

Michael tipped his head back and laughed loudly.  “Annie, she’s the one that changes the sheets!  Trust me, she knows.”

“Oh, God.  She must be so disgusted with me.  I mean, I’ve been here almost a week and I’ve barely left this room.”

“Disgusted?  I don’t think so.  Honestly, she’s thrilled I’m happy and finally have someone to share this house with me.”

“Really?”

“Yes.  Believe me.  She understands.”