Sheet Music - A Rock 'n' Roll Love Story

He moved forward slightly and paused when the tip of his hardness touched her soft, wet spot: the same welcoming slice of heaven that he had never been able to get out of his mind since the first night he had slept with her.  Slowly, he began to move inside her and groaned when he felt her melt against him.  It was like taking a hedonistic journey into the center of her earth: seeking out her molten core and exploding after his skin got too hot.  It was love and desire in its purest form.  Nothing he had ever experienced could ever compare.

When his breathing finally slowed, he rolled onto his side and pulled her backside against his chest in a spoon position.

“I feel like a groupie,” Annie sighed.

“Excuse me?  How do you figure that?” he asked, tenderly stroking her nakedness.

“Well, think about it.” she began, rolling over to face him.  “I went to hear a rock concert tonight, got myself a back stage pass, flirted with the lead guitarist and look where I’m laying now.”

Michael chuckled.  “Annie, there is nothing about you that even remotely resembles a groupie.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” she teased, pretending to be insulted.

Michael rolled onto his back and laughed loudly.  “Come here,” he said, pulling her on top of him.  Then he pushed the long hair from her forehead and studied her beautiful face.  “Sex with a groupie is fifteen minutes of bad foreplay.  That’s it, at best.  There is no conversation, no kissing, no intimacy at all.  It’s empty.  You’re lucky if you even remember their names.”

His fingers tickled their way down her spine and rested on her hips.  Then with gentle force, he began to slide her body down to straddle his groin, already swollen again and ready.  “Plus, there is no emotional involvement with a groupie,” he continued, pushing the tip of his organ inside her warmth.  “And we both know my feelings for you run very…deep.”

He sighed when he had fully penetrated her then stopped.  Annie was speechless, flushed red, as her body expanded to accept his size.  Gently she began to move against him.

“No babe, stay still.  I want you to feel it,” he whispered, staring lustfully into her desperate eyes.  “Can you feel it?”

She gave a weak and delirious nod when she felt him begin to pulse inside her most private center.  It seemed to take on a life of its own, flexing and probing, without him moving any other part of his body.  Could she feel it?  “Was he crazy?” she thought.  His subtle throb was setting off an avalanche inside her that was racing out of control.

“Michael, please let me move,” she begged.

But he held her hips firmly in place, a sly smile curling the corner of his sensuous mouth.  It was obvious he was enjoying the look of exasperation washing over her delicate facial features.  It was torture for him too, but watching her face while in the throes of complete sexual abandonment was worth the agony of holding back his own need for release.

“I can’t take this!  I have to move,” she cried.

Annie was still in the midst of orgasm when Michael quickly rolled her over onto her back and began thrusting.  She clawed at his back, disbelieving the sensation searing through her was medically possible.

Michael felt it too.  From the tips of his toes to the ends of his fingers, and every nerve ending in between both points, he felt it.  The heat was volcanic and so was his eruption.  When the feeling finally began to subside, he fell against her chest, his breath still labored and heavy.

“You are an amazing man, Michael Wade,” Annie panted, softly brushing his hair with her fingers.  “I thought what we shared in bed at your house was an earth-moving experience but…tonight,” she exhaled.  “Words cannot describe what I’m feeling tonight.”

He propped himself up on one elbow and grinned mischievously at her.  “I have a confession to make,” he teased.

“Oh no!  What?”

“When we were together before, I was holding back.”

Annie rolled to face him completely.  “Excuse me?”

He laughed and settled onto his back.  “Yeah, I was holding back.  I mean, you had just gotten out of the hospital and recovering from a serious car accident.  I was terrified I’d hurt you if I bent you the wrong way.  So, I treated you like a china doll and did my best to remain in control of my urges.  What did you expect?  I’m not a total animal!  I do have some degree of restraint.  But, I do have to admit, it wasn’t always easy.  There were times when all I wanted to do was go crazy on you.”

She stroked at his face.  “Michael, I want you to promise me you’ll never hold back again.  The strength of your passion is one of many things that attracted me to you in the first place.  It is part of who you are and it’s a huge turn-on,” she grinned, climbing up on top of his lap.  “You can bend me any way you like.  Chances are, I’m going to love it.”

He sat upright and slipped himself back inside her warmth.  She groaned in appreciation against his mouth.  “You may live to regret what you just said, babe.”

“Maybe so, but I’ll die a very satisfied woman.”

“Okay, but don’t say I didn’t warn you,” he said, flipping her beneath him.