A Place With No Name (revamped)

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Los Olivos, California

Michael Jackson - May 30th, 1995 
Location: 5225 Figueroa Mountain Rd

"Oh my--Fucccck." Ana moaned loudly as I shoved my face into the crook of her neck. She bounced on top of me steadily with her arms wrapped around my neck. I couldn't help but moan each time she sunk down on me, because every time she did so, she was much wetter than before. 

We've been at it like pure rabbits all morning. In between taking care of MJ, and her prepping for her next project, we would have the most amazing sex we've ever had. We can't get enough of each other.

Seemingly though, Ana has taken the usual role I had in our relationship... if it even was a role. She'd be upfront with me about wanting to have sex, and now I would be the one to refuse. But once she convinced me, I'd give in.

I didn't know what to think of it and I knew better than to say anything about it. Wherever she leads, I'll follow. I'm sure if there was really something wrong she'd tell me. 

It was the wee hours of the morning—five o'clock to be exact—and she decided to wake me up in her own little way. I really thought I was dreaming, but it felt a little too real for it to be one.

I opened my eyes and there she was, laying between my legs with her lips wrapped around my member. Even in the most erotic position her innocent look didn't fail to shine through. In a way it turned me on even more.

The last thing I would ever imagine is her sucking me like a lollipop. Not because it was 'inappropriate' but because before today, she has never  done it. I never had a problem with it—I was more of a giver than a receiver—but seeing her in that nature surprised me.

I watched her in awe until I was very close to my release. Then I grabbed her up and pulled her on top of me... which leads to our current position now.

She eyed me with her clouded hazel eyes, moaning through her gritted teeth. I couldn't help but moan as well. She was so fucking hot right now.

"Oh fuck yes," I groaned biting the skin on top of her breast. "Keep fucking me, baby."

She pushed me down on my back, pinning my hands over my head. I widened my eyes as she continued riding me.

Her face leveled with mine. "I love you," she mewled softly before she pushed her lips onto mine.

We finished together two hours later. It was still the morning hours and MJ was awake and ready for us to give her all of our attention. Ana had a small meeting with Madeline and some others who were helping her with her next clothing line. I had everything canceled to make up for lost time with my family, but I did have to finish the last scene for mine and Janet's music video.

Scream was the latest song on my album to have a video planned and filmed before its release. Janet had been wanting to do an official song with me since our last "collab" on one of her songs from her Control album and finally our schedules allowed us to get our song together.

The track took about two months to write and record. Janet was just as much of a perfectionist as I am. The ideas I had for our song wasn't always a good idea in her eyes, and vice versa. I actually can't count how many small disagreements we had over this track. It was worth it though, because the finishing result was way better than what we could have possibly imagined. I was proud of what we created.

After the song was finalized, it was time to brainstorm the perfect setting for our 'short film'. We thought about what the song itself meant, what it symbolized in our careers, and it wasn't long before we figured it out. Everything happened in a flash. We had the costumes ready, the video setting, and we were ready to record.