My Rendezvous With HIStory - Chapter Four - Final

His face was now inches away from mine and all my nervous feelings were bit by bit being replaced by wanting and raging lust. Michael said he wasn’t using me, but even if he was, I would let him. I was in his command now. My heart was beating a mile a minute and I could hardly breathe when I felt Michael’s lips barely touching mine. A whimper escaped me and his lips came closer. I could feel his breathing picking up as well. Why was he torturing me like this? I had said yes! What more did he want? And just when I was about to pull him to me, he greedily pressed his lips against mine. I almost collapsed with relief and opened my mouth to welcome his tongue. His kisses were hungry and sensual, not to mention the best I’d ever had.

He moved away from my mouth and started kissing down my neck and up to me ear. He still hadn’t touched me, but I didn’t even notice. Feelings of pure pleasure shot down my spine when his tongue started tickling my ear and sucking on my earlobe.

He panted into my ear and whispered: “There’s no turning back now. In a few seconds I won’t be able to stop. So, are you sure?”

“Yes Michael, I’m sure. But…. Are you? Aren’t you married?”

“Girl, please don’t remind me and don’t mention it again. I’ll loose my hard on….Shit, I have to have you, now.”

I felt his big hands on my waist, slowly creeping up under my shirt. His fingers were cold against my burning skin and it gave me goose bumps. He once again pressed his lips against mine and we were stuck like that, only interrupted when he pulled my shirt of. He reached behind my back and with one hand he was able to unhook my bra. The kissing stopped and the attention was turned to my breasts. With feather touches he traced the sides of them, giving me even more goose bumps and leaving my nipples erect. He lowered his head and put them in his mouth, teasing them with his tongue. I reached up and took a hold of his hair and let my head fall back against the wall, giving him all the access he wanted.

With one hand behind my back, he pressed my upper body towards his face and the other hand slowly traveled south. When he began stroking me through my jeans I couldn’t help but let out a loud moan. I felt myself getting wet and even through the thick fabric I could feel the pleasure of what to come.

I realized that I was missing out. I hadn’t even touched Michael yet. What was I thinking? He was still occupied with giving pleasure to my breasts, so I grabbed his chin and pulled him up to a forceful kiss, giving me room to get to work on his shirt. I only got two buttons undone when I lost my patience and ripped it open and pulled it of him. My hands traced his arms, feeling his muscles flex under his skin. I felt his strong shoulders, his strong neck and I moved closer, placing wet kisses in the hollow at its base. I continued down, circling his nipples before closing my mouth over them. He let out a sigh when my hand reached his crotch. He was rock hard. When I tried closing my hand around his erection, I gasped.

“What’s wrong?” He asked breathlessly.

“It’s just… You’re so big. I don’t know if I ca…”

He leaned in and whispered in my ear. “Don’t worry… I’ll make it fit.” He lifted me up and I wrapped my legs around his waist. His penis was urgently pressing against my soaking crotch as he carried me to the bedroom.  

He gently placed me on the bed and pinned my hands down above my head. His mouth made his way from my mouth down my chest, leaving a wet trail. He stopped at each breast, gently biting my nipples before he continued down towards my bellybutton. He circled it and, at the same time, unbuttoning my pants.

He released my hands to pull them, and my shoes, off. His fingers gently traced the outside of my legs up to the knees where he paused. Suddenly he yanked me towards the edge of the bed and began to slowly open my legs. I felt vulnerable, exposed and excited all at the same time. With every single move Michael made, my desire grew. I wanted him to give me release, to feel him, but I also wanted this to last. He was amazing and we had hardly even begun.

Michael kneaded my thighs, carefully avoiding the center of my lust. I was going crazy and had to hold on to the bedspread to prevent myself from touching the place where I felt neglected. He didn’t seem to care about my impatience and started placing butterfly kisses where his hands were working earlier.

He was so close now. I could feel his hot breath against my even hotter center. He spread my legs even more, kissing me as close to my area as he could without coming too close. This was becoming unbearable!

“Touch yourself…. Touch your breasts and I’ll give you what you want. I want to see…”

At this point I would have done whatever he asked me, so let go of the bedspread and started caressing myself the way he wanted me to. And then came my reward. I could feel his tongue at the edge of my panties and his finger slowly pushing them aside. Once again he paused and I held my breath. Not again! I felt like screaming. I wanted to feel him, and I wanted to feel him now! I couldn’t control a whimper and that only made Michael giggle. At least one of us was having fun…

Then suddenly, a burst of pleasure shot out from my clit when the tip of his tongue made contact. He circled it ever so lightly and in slow motion. I felt like screaming! His index finger started caressing my dripping wet entrance with the same lightness; then two fingers, and in a swift motion, he entered my hotness and the pressure on my clit increased when his lips closed around it, still with his tongue circling, but this time quicker. My entire body jerked and Michael had to hold me down with his free hand.

His long fingers twirled around inside of me, being able to reach places of ecstasy I didn’t even know I had. His mouth still covered my clit, but instead of his tongue playing with it, it was just applying pressure. He did a “come here” movement with his finger, hitting my g-spot. That sent me over the edge. Waves of orgasmic force started building from deep within. No one had ever been able to find that place in me and the result was beyond words. My entire body was trembling as the first wave hit and I had to bite my lip to keep me from screaming. Oh, hale to the long fingers!

Michael removed his mouth and replaced it with his thumb. He pressed it against my peak and moved it rapidly from side to side without ever loosing contact. His fingers were still working their magic inside of me and I could feel the second wave surging through me. The tremblings came back, but this time they were more violent. A feeling of hot molten lava made its way through my body, starting at my pleasure-core before erupting into an orgasm like I had never experienced in my life. I was sure the moans I let out woke up the entire hotel, but I didn’t care. I was in orgasm heaven!

It took me a few minutes to regain my composure and when I opened me eyes again, I could see Michael in the dim moonlight standing by the edge of the bed looking down at me. I thought I sensed a smile on his face. I sat up and met his eyes while I reached out and started undoing his pants. I could feel his massive erection through the fabric and that sent shivers through my body. The idea of him entering me still scared me a bit, but most of all, I was very much intrigued.

His pants fell to the floor and I was surprised at the lack of underwear. My eyes grew big at the sight of the beast before me. A hot feeling emerged from my core and spread to all my limbs as my hand tried closing around the shaft; it barely reached half way.

Michael sighed and threw his head back when I started stroking him. His length was silky smooth and I could tell he kept his area trimmed. I let go of him and reached back and took a hold of his tight ass and without the help of my hands, I engulfed him. The salty taste tickled my taste buds and I slowly started moving my head back and forth. I was afraid of going too fast because I could only just about fit him.

He took a hold of my hair and moaned in a high pitch sound that I knew so well from some of his songs. It encouraged me to pick up the pace and his hold on me tightened. I chose to enhance his pleasure by using one of my, otherwise occupied, hands to massage his balls; they were as smooth as his shaft. He let out another moan, this time louder, but deeper and it tickled my clit. He was filling me, but I wanted another part of me to be full now. Michael’s moans became more frequent, but before he reached his peak, he pulled my head away.

“It’s not time yet… Lay back on the bed.” ''

I did as I was told and he slowly crawled with me until I was flat on my back and he was hovering above me. His lips met mine in a lustful kiss and his hand removed my drenched panties and once again, his long finger found its way inside. He positioned himself between my legs and suddenly I felt something big switching places with his finger.

“Are you ready for me?” He growled.

“Yes!” I whispered, barely audible but with determination.

Inch by inch he eased his way inside of my narrow corridor. I felt a pleasurable pain, but it quickly subsided and was replaced by pleasure only.

“Ah, you’re so tight… Damn!”

He was almost all the way in and I was surprised at my own depth. He kissed me once again and pulled back out, only to return. He continued doing this and with every thrust, he increased the speed. My body was getting used to the huge mass that kept intruding my insides and like his fingers, it found places I had never imagined. I had never been filled so completely and I felt the familiar tremblings returning.

Michael sat back on his knees and pulled me towards him. He kept pounding me; harder and harder. My eyes rolled back in my head as I panted his name. I was close. Every fiber in my being were on high alert; something huge was about to happen. I felt the spasms coming close and the warm tingling sensation galloped from my womb.

Suddenly Michael took a hold of my arms and yanked me up on his lap. This motion made his dick hit the deepest deep of me. We locked each other in a tight embrace as his last few plunges drew us both over the edge. I exploded in a violent orgasm and bit down on his shoulder to keep myself grounded. He emptied his juices inside of me in one final roar.

We sat in that position for a while, trying to calm ourselves. His head was resting against my neck and my hands were caressing his broad back. He lifted his head and cupped my cheeks and gave me a tender, deep kiss.

“Are you glad I called?” He whispered.

“Are you glad I picked up?” I responded.

He giggled and placed a kiss on my nose. “Very glad!”

“Then I’m glad too.”

I fell asleep in his arms.

The next morning I woke up rather sore, but happy and satisfied. I rolled over to find Michael’s side of the bed empty. I saw a note on his pillow:

“I kept your number…. ‘Till next time

       xo Michael

                   P.S Thank you. You made me sleep like a baby”