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Platonic Benevolence	By : CrysMarie2oo5 Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Michael Jackson Views: 4447 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I don't know Michael Jackson, or any of the Jackson family or Will.I. Am from the Black Eyed Peas and make no money off this work.

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Chapter Thirty-four ~ Lovely to C U

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“You’re asking for it aren’t you girl?”
“Are you gonna give it to me too? Are you gonna punish me real good, because I’ve been such a naughty, naughty little girl?” I said seductively, as I nibbled on his earlobe. My kisses trailed down to his neck. Two could play this game. Michael began grinding himself into me.
“I want you so bad…”
“Then have me…”
“Not out here…” Michael whispered.
“Oh come on…you’re the one who brought it up.” I said, as Michael let me down.
“Girl, you’re already testing my self-control. I don’t want to get kicked outta this hotel.” Michael said, sliding his card into the door. “Besides, I think you’ll like the set up.” Michael said, as he opened the door, to see the room lit up by candlelight only. The candles were situated around the room. The gas fireplace was lit. It looked romantic. Being the helpless romantic that I was, I swooned. I walked into the room and Michael helped me take off my jacket. I went over to a tray that had an ice bucket with an opened bottled of wine in it.
“I hope white wine is okay…I’m partial to it.” Michael said, as he walked over and began pouring glasses.
“It’s fine.” I said, as Michael handed the glass to me. Michael then walked over to the CD player and some soft R&B music began to play. I didn’t recognize the song but I did recognize the voice.
“Is this Babyface?” I asked, my eyes meeting his. He nodded as he grabbed the glass of wine out of my hand and set it beside his. He pulled me in close to him as we began to slow dance. I put my head on his shoulder and closed my eyes. I was falling ever more deeply in love with this man. I could feel Michael hum to the song and it made me relax. I yawned and Michael giggled.
“Girl, you better not be getting tired, I got the night planned out for us.” Michael said softly, pulling away slightly to look at me as we danced.
“I’m tired, my arms are sore, I feel like I’ve run a marathon, how the hell do you make love to me?” Michael giggled and blushed.
“I think it’s because as men we are stronger then women, so we can hold our bodyweight up better then women can.” He leaned in toward me and put his lips to my ear. “But that’s why they have different sex positions.” Michael whispered in my ear. I laughed a little as Michael spun me around. The song faded. Michael shut the music player off and grabbed my glass and handed it to me. I sipped on it as I sat down on the white couch that faced the fireplace. I stared at the flickering tongues that the flames made. Michael sat next to me. We cuddled as we both watched the flames. My eyes landed on his face as he stared into the fire. I studied his features as the light of the fire danced on his face.
“God you are so…perfect.” I muttered. Michael looked at me, arching an eyebrow.
“What do you mean ‘perfect’?” Michael asked, taking another sip of his wine.
“Everything about you, is just perfect.” I said, still looking at him as he turned back to look at the fire. I wanted him, my body wouldn’t let me live it down. I placed my wine glass on the table behind the couch. I moved in on Michael, I kissed his cheek, Michael instinctively turned his face to me and I kissed his lips. Michael put his glass next to mine as I slipped my tongue into his mouth. Michael moaned in my mouth. I straddled him as I peeled both my shirts off to reveal my breasts. Michael’s hands caressed my back as I worked on getting his shirt unbuttoned. He was still wearing his red shirt and black slacks.
Once I had Michael’s shirt unbuttoned I slid my hands underneath and caressed his smooth skin. My kisses moved to his neck were I sucked and playfully toyed with his sensitive skin. Michael let out another moan. His hands came to caress my breasts. It was my turn to moan. I peeled Michael’s shirt down Michael’s arms. I pulled away from Michael and unbuttoned and unzipped my jeans and peeled them off. I took off my socks and placed a bare foot against Michael’s chest. A mischievous smirk lined his lips as he took my foot as began to tickle it. I wiggled away from him as he shot up off the couch as began to chase me all over the hotel room. Michael caught me and picked me up and threw me over his shoulder.
“MICHAEL!!!” I screamed, not really surprised by his strength. Michael tossed me on the bed, but when he went to pounce on top of me, I surprised him by turning my hip and ending up on top of him.
“Ah, Ah, not this time Mr. Jackson. I’m gonna be the one in control of the lovemaking.” I said, as I straddled his hips. I unbuttoned and unzipped Michael’s slacks, as he ran his hand through my hair.
“God, I missed you so much.”
“What are you going to do when I go back to the states?” I asked, looking down at Michael as his fingers fondled my womanhood. He look at me as if he was surprised. His hands never left my body, instead he caressed my body with more intensity then before, causing a moan to escape my throat.
“Are you really going to leave this?” Michael said as he began kissing my neck. I moaned again, I was ground myself into Michael’s hand and was now stroking over my clitoris. He slid two fingers inside me.
“Mmm…no…I don’t want to.”
“Then don’t…” Michael whispered between kisses.
“I…I…can’t…”
“Yes, you can.” Michael said, his voice dropping an octave. I arched my back.
“Oh God…I need you…” I moaned as I pushed his hands away from my body and slid Michael’s his pants and underwear off as well, exposing his hard manhood. Michael grabbed a studded condom and slipped it on and as I was about to take him inside me, Michael held me in my place firmly.
“Before we do this, you have to promise me that you’ll let me take care of things for you. If you go to the states, I’m going too. We’ll set you up with your own condo and everything. I want to take care of you baby.” Michael said, his lips meeting mine as the head of his penis prodded at my vaginal opening. He was teasing me, yes, but it was welcomed torture.
“I promise.” I said, as I slid down on his shaft…
*Sometime around Dawn*
Michael pushed inside me one last time after we came to his third and my fifth orgasm. Michael withdrew from me and laid next to me on the bed. He took off the condom and tossed it in the nearby trashcan. He began lavishing my forehead with kisses.
“I love you.”
“I love you too baby, we’re not going to be able to get any sleep…it’s getting to be light out.” I said, nodding toward the window. Michael cuddled up next to me as he nuzzled his face into the crook of my neck. When he spoke he sounded exhausted.
“We’ll sleep when we’re dead.” Michael said, closing his eyes. I closed my eyes as well as I began humming some random tune. I lovingly ran my fingers through his damp hair, feeling myself fall deeper and deeper into slumber. I probably would have fallen asleep if it wasn’t for Michael nearly tickling me when he caress the left side of my body. I began to ignore it and began to fall asleep when Michael nudged me.
“You better not fall asleep…”
“Miiiicccchhhaaeeeelllll…” I whined. I turned over, away from him. Michael’s hands came to squeeze my ass.
“If you don’t wake up, I’ll fuck you from behind…” I didn’t opened my eyes. I felt Michael’s breath on my ear. “Without a condom.” I clenched my muscles so tightly. I held them like that as Michael poked and prodded me.
“Quit that.”
“Good night!” I said, a small smirk coming to my face. I had won this round, or so I thought, before I was on my back with Michael on top of me.
“Michael! Haven’t you had enough?”
“I can never have enough girl, you got me sprung.” Michael said, grinding his half limp penis against my clitoris. I let out moan.
“Mmm…Michael…don’t…ooh…don’t stop doing that.” I moaned.
“You like this?” Michael asked as he began grinding against me faster.
“Uh-huh. It feels so good…” I moaned again. It wasn’t too long before Michael was fully erect and ready for action again. I slipped a condom on him and straddled him. I took him all the way inside me. I rode him fast and hard making sure to give him the extra attention he needed. It wasn’t long before we were both coming to our climaxes. My body went into convulsions as waves of pleasure crashed into my being. I moaned Michael’s name, arching my back before laying on top of him. Michael hand ran through my hair.
“I love you baby, I love you so much.” I said, my left hand intertwining with Michael’s right.
“I love you too.” Michael said kissing the top of my forehead. Michael patted my back as he tried to get up, I got up off of him and headed into the shower, only to be blocked by a nude Michael.
“Oh, you want to join me?” His eyes drank in every detail of my body.
“Yes…” He said, blushing a little. I smiled back at him.
“You’re too cute sometimes…” I said, as he allowed me past him as I started the shower.
“Whoa wait, let me see your leg.” Michael said, his eyes being averted to my ankle, he had seen it, my tattoo.
“Is that--a tattoo?” Michael asked, his eyes not leaving my ankle for a second.
“Yeah,” I said, bringing my leg up so that my foot rested on the bathroom counter. “Jason wanted us to both get the Christian fish, but I went with a treble clef instead.” I said, as Michael ran his finger over it.
“It’s pretty. Did it hurt?”
“Of course, but not at first, the further he got on it the more my leg would involuntarily twitch. It took three separate times for him to get it finished.” I said, letting my foot down from the counter and hopping inside the shower.
“Have you ever thought about getting one?” I asked, my eyes meeting his.
“I actually seriously considered it, then I thought about what my parents would think if they were to accidentally see it, or fans for that matter…”
“You should do it, just to say that you’ve done it.”
“Oh no. I’m too old.”
“No way, I know guys who still have tattoos put on their bodies at 60 and 70 years old, but if that’s not your thing that’s okay. I was just curious.” I said, turning around to lather my hair up.
The shower was pretty uneventful, I lathered Michael up, naming off all the things that I loved about his body. He, of course, blushed. It was really cute to see him blush, I hadn’t really seen the bashful side of Michael that I was seeing now. Even though he was bashful he could be a tiger in bed. We had spend the rest of the morning eating and spending time in each other’s company.
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