Chapter 12
Blame It on Paris
Annelise was feeling daring. She began to unbutton his shirt as he kissed her neck, her fingers tracing the contours of his chest. When she teased his nipples, he hissed and pulled back.
âYouâre getting more comfortable, arenât you?â he asked, his hand slipping under her shirt to rub her back.
âYeah, is that okay?â she asked, a hint of nervousness in her voice.
âHell yeah, itâs okay! You can do anything you want, Ani! Just remember to tell me what you like or donât like, and Iâll do the same. But unless youâre planning to shave me bald, you can do anything you want to me!â he assured her.
She smiled, pulling his shirt from his pants and off his arms. She admired his well-toned chest, making a mental note to ask him later about his workout routine, since sheâd never seen him exercise.
She leaned in, peppering his skin with kisses. He seemed to enjoy the feel of her lips on his body. His eyebrow shot up in surprise when she moved to his pants, undoing the belt and clasp.
She pushed his pants down, her eyes wide as if she couldnât believe what sheâd just done. Michael stepped out of his pants, quickly kicking off his socks. âI think youâre seriously overdressed, miss!â
Annelise licked her lips and pulled her shirt over her head, tossing it to the floor. She then shimmied out of her jeans, standing before him in her underwear.
âNow weâre on the same page!â He grinned, pulling her back to him, his tongue teasing hers. Annelise was quickly falling under his spell, guiding them back to the bed.
She pulled him down with her. Michael loved her newfound boldness, especially when she pushed them further up the bed to give them more room.
âAni,â he said, his hands exploring her legs and hips, âI didnât buy condoms tonight because I want tomorrow to be special. Tonight, I just want to explore you and your body. Is that okay?â
She appreciated his constant check-ins, making sure she was comfortable with everything. âThatâs fine, Michaelâ¦â
He began kissing her stomach, sending chills down her spine. Annelise removed her bra, and as soon as Michael saw her breasts, he began to tease her nipples, making her moan softly.
Michael looked up, âDo you like that, Ani?â
âYeahâ¦â she breathed out.
He made his way back to her lips, their kisses growing more passionate. His hand moved to the apex of her legs, tracing the outside of her thighs. He probed a little deeper and found her completely wet.
âFuck, Ani, youâre dripping wet!â he said, nipping at her neck.
âIâm sorry!â she said, trying to close her legs.
He stopped and looked at her. âHey, thatâs a good thing! It means youâre turned on and you like what Iâm doing.â
âAre you sure?â she asked, still nervous.
âPositive! It actually turns me on even more to know that youâre so responsive. Weâre going to have some good times together. I promise!â Michael assured her.
Annelise felt reassured by his words and the sincerity in his eyes. She placed her hands on his face and pulled him in for another deep kiss.
Michaelâs tongue danced with hers, their teasing growing more intense as his finger gently spread her wetness. He explored her folds and found the entrance to her velvety depths, slowly easing his finger inside.
He heard her gasp at his intrusion, and he whispered to her, âIâm going to go slow, I promise. If itâs ever too much, just tell me.â
Anelise nodded and spread her legs wider. She felt his finger slowly slide in and out of her, and although it was a new sensation, it was starting to feel really good.
Michael felt her relax, and her breathing quickened as his finger probed deeper and faster inside her. He added another finger, making her moan again.
He began kissing her breasts and nipples, pleasuring her as he laid next to her. She was really enjoying his touch, and he gently spread his fingers to stretch her, causing her to moan louder than before.
âYou like that?â he asked, rubbing his throbbing erection against her leg. He turned his fingers and started rubbing her G-spot.
âOh Michael! That feels so good!â Anelise panted out.
He felt her hips starting to move in rhythm with his fingers, her breath coming in short gasps. âLet me know you like it.â
Anelise felt the pressure building deep inside her. She knew it was going to be like the previous night and let her body surrender to the sensations he was creating.
âMichael, it feels so good!â she moaned out, her hips moving more urgently.
âI want you to cum on my fingers, Ani,â he demanded, âAnd I want you to let me know when you cum!â
Anelise heard his command and found it incredibly arousing. Was that normal? Sheâd have to ask when her mind was clear. He could feel her starting to squeeze his fingers and knew she was close.
âOh, oh, oh, ~Michael!~ Oh shitâ¦~yes~!â she cried out, the orgasm hitting her hard. Michael slowed his movements but kept pumping to prolong her pleasure.
She was panting and moaning until he pulled his fingers out and sucked on them, tasting her sweetness.
âGod, you taste so fucking good, Ani!â he commented, âI could easily become addicted to you.â
She turned and looked at him, blushing again. âThanks, I thinkâ¦â
He kissed her, letting her taste herself again. He felt her hand reach over to him and wrap around his throbbing dick, making him hiss.
Annelise started pumping his length and kissing him until he pulled back to breathe and rolled onto his side to give her a better angle. She was relentless, moving faster to increase his pleasure.
âDonât stop, Ani! Iâm gonna cum. Fuck, your hand feels so good!â He grunted and his hips started moving in time with hers.
Minutes later, she noticed a shift in his breathing. Looking down, she saw him climax, his release shooting into the air and landing on his hips and stomach. The sight was incredibly erotic, and it stirred her desire all over again.
âGod, youâre amazing,â Michael gasped, pulling her in for another kiss. He reached down, grabbed his underwear, and cleaned himself off. Then, he gently laid her head on his chest and began to play with her hair.
They lay there in silence, savoring the intimacy of their touch. After a few minutes, she broke the silence.
âHave I paid my debt in full?â
Michael chuckled. âI think youâre all clear for now.â
âCan I ask you something?â
âAbsolutely,â he encouraged.
âIs it normal for people to talk during sex? Like, you keep asking me if I like something. Is that because Iâm a virgin?â Anelise asked, her voice timid.
Michael paused his hair play and said gently, âLook at me, Ani.â She shifted her gaze to meet his. âEvery couple is different. Some like to talk, others prefer silence, and some fall somewhere in between.â
âRemember when I said communication is key? This is part of it. We need to figure out what works for us, not what others do. Now, do you like it when I ask you to talk, to tell me if youâre enjoying what Iâm doing?â
Hearing his thoughtful response, she felt she owed him honesty. âI do like it. I like when you tell me what to do, like when you tell me to let you know when Iâm about to climax... I like the dirty talk... Is that okay?â
âAni, thereâs no right or wrong answer! This is our relationship! If we want to quote Shakespeare or the Brontë sisters while weâre making love, then thatâs our choice, and no one elseâs!â
She giggled at his literary references and kissed him.
âThank you for being so patient with me. Not many men would be this understanding, this willing to take their time... Some would just give up or rush things. So thank you. I hope youâre enjoying this and not just humoring me.â
Michael looked deep into her eyes. âAni, I am ~really~ enjoying this, introducing you to the pleasures of your body and sex. Didnât you see how much I climaxed? You turn me on so much. Itâs like youâve cast a spell on me, Anelise!â
She kissed him gently. âThank you.â
Michael smiled. âYouâre welcome, but itâs my pleasure too.â He smirked and shifted her off him. âAnd just to show you how much Iâm into this, Iâm going to have to taste this beautiful pussy of yours.â
Anelise gasped at his bold words and watched as he spread her legs wide, grinned, and licked his lips. âBest dessert on the planet!â
Sometime later, Anelise fell asleep on his chest, utterly spent and blissfully happy.