Love Me Like You Do

..:: Eighteen ::..

Descriptive Sexual Scenes

The pair ate in silence, simply gazing at one another every so often. The air was still, save for their quiet breaths and the sounds of the animals just outside. It was a scene taken straight from a book or a movie.

Michael's hand gently reached over to grasp Sarah's, his thumb running across her knuckles ever so slowly, caressing the soft skin found there.

Even if he wanted to, there was no turning back.

He was absolutely smitten by this beautiful woman.

He had fallen completely, fully, and head over heels in love with Sarah.

But he had no way of which to explain it without the fear of scaring her away. After years upon years of dating and a few one-night stands, Sarah appears during a peculiar difficult time in his life. From a rough and abusive upbringing, to allegations completely unfounded, and to releasing this new album as a way of showing the world he was no push over nor a doormat.

Michael's eyes beheld Sarah with a tenderness unlike any other, his heart did flip-flops within his chest, and a soft gasp passed his lips.

Sarah flushed, her own heart skipping a beat.

Truth also be told about her own rapidly developing feelings.

She has always adored and loved Michael from afar, and understood him in ways he may never know. She was afraid of losing Michael after such an intimate night together.

Each time they made love, she felt an incredible need to be close to him. And not just by instinct alone, but by the feel of which her heart was guiding her.

She now loves him in ways even deeper than ever before. Beyond the fame, beyond the superstar.

But just simply as a man. Simply Michael Jackson.

"You ok?" He questioned, taking the last bite of his pancake.

"Yeah, just thinking."

Michael smiled. "Can I ask what is on your mind?"

"Would you hold it against me if I said it was you?"

"Not at all," Michael scooted closer, quickly wrapping her body into the circle of his arms. "But I just might hold you against me."

Within moments their lips once again met in a kiss so warm and tender that it could melt even the coldest of ice. Sarah moaned softly, hands curling into the fabric of his shirt.

"Your clothes are ready," he breathed against lips.

She slowly nodded. "Can I get a shower?"

"Of course," Michael stood, his fingers laced through hers as they walked back towards the bedroom.

Sarah's clothes were neatly folded upon a chair seated by the window. She couldn't hold back the smile as Michael led her to the bathroom. Placing a kiss to her forehead, he turned to leave–

–only to be stopped as Sarah embraced him from behind. Her small hands grasped Michael's waist, playing with the band of his slacks. He groaned and lay a hand atop hers. Oh, how he couldn't stop craving her. The way Sarah's body melded perfectly against his own felt so amazingly right.

"Michael, I–"

Not wasting a single moment his lips are pressed to hers and her back pressed against the wall, as Michael pushed his thigh between her legs. Large hands cradled her, slipping below the fold of the robe and allowing it to pool at her feet.

"You don't need to ask," he whispered, allowing his voice to drop to its natural deeper tone.

The most delicious shiver raced up and down Sarah's spine, settling between her thighs, her sex ached and pulsating with need. Oh, she just couldn't get enough of him, enough of his love.