Michaels in Love (English)(BoysLove)

Chapter 17 - Season 1: Melting With Your Love

A gasp escaped my lips as I broke away from Mike’s kiss, my breath trembling as waves of pleasure coursed through me.

“Baby…” I whispered, voice heavy with desire, as I felt the heat and hardness of his arousal against me. My gaze lingered on his smoldering, almond-shaped eyes that seemed to pierce right through me.

“Get naked, Baby Michael,” he murmured into my ear, his voice low and sensual. His lips grazed my earlobe, sending a shiver down my spine, before trailing down to the curve of my neck.

“Ahh… Mike,” I moaned, surrendering to the fiery sensations his touch ignited.

Without hesitation, I flipped our positions, laying him gently on his back. My lips sought out the sensitive curve of his neck, trailing upward to his jaw and lingering at the edge of his ear.

“Oh, I will, baby,” I whispered, the words laced with promise. I kissed him fervently, my lips moving to meet his, while my hips shifted, grinding against him with deliberate intent. The friction drew a groan from us both, the air between us thick with anticipation.

Slowly, I straightened, my hands sliding down to the waistband of my pants. I reached for the bottle of chocolate syrup on the table, letting my clothes drop to the floor. Standing bare before him, I poured the syrup over myself, the sticky sweetness trickling from my lips down to my chest.

Mike’s eyes widened, his tongue darting out instinctively as he ran a hand over his own chest, the other slipping beneath the waistband of his pants.

“Baby Michael… you’re driving me insane!” he rasped, his voice filled with hunger.

I smirked, biting my lip, savoring the effect I had on him.

He met my gaze, his eyes dark with longing. “Get me naked, baby,” he pleaded, his voice hoarse and filled with need.

I dropped to my knees in front of him, letting my fingers brush against his thighs. Locking eyes with him, I licked the remnants of chocolate syrup from my fingers, teasing him further. Slowly, I peeled away his pants and boxers, letting them fall to the floor.

What greeted me left me momentarily breathless. His arousal was full and proud, its tip glistening, throbbing with anticipation. My hands wrapped around him, the weight and heat of him filling my palms as I began to stroke him, earning a guttural groan from his lips.

“Ahhh… s**t,” he gasped, his head falling back as his body shuddered under my touch.

Before I could go further, he sat up, his lips capturing mine in a searing kiss. His hands found the trails of chocolate on my chest, his mouth following shortly after, lapping up the sweetness. When he reached my n*****s, the sensation of his tongue and lips sent my back arching off the table.

“Mike… oh, God… ahh…” I moaned, clutching at his shoulders as his mouth worked its magic.

When he finally pulled away, his lips brushed against my ear. “Baby… the ice cream is melting,” he teased, his voice a playful whisper.

I chuckled, reaching for one of the containers. Scooping up some mango ice cream, I offered it to him.

“Mmm,” he hummed, savoring the cold sweetness. “Delicious. But it’s not my favorite anymore.”

I raised an eyebrow, smirking. “Oh? You don’t like mango anymore? What is it now? Cookies and cream?”

He grinned mischievously. “I used to love them both. But now? You’ve become my favorite. You’re sweeter than anything I’ve ever tasted.”

His words made my heart skip a beat, and I couldn’t help but smile. Leaning in, I kissed him softly, pouring all my affection into that moment.

“Feed me some cookies and cream, baby,” I murmured, my voice filled with warmth.

“Anything for you, Baby Michael,” he said, scooping the ice cream and bringing it to my lips.

The sweetness of the dessert was nothing compared to the joy of sharing it with him. He then took the cones, filling them with vanilla ice cream and adorning them with nuts and a drizzle of chocolate syrup. Handing one to me, he prepared one for himself, a grin lighting up his face.

I moved closer to Mike, licking the vanilla ice cream he had prepared, savoring its sweetness. My legs brushed against his as I straddled him, feeling the electric jolt of our hardened bodies grazing one another. The contact was electrifying—his rigid arousal meeting mine sent shivers through me.

“Mike…” I whispered his name sensually, biting my lip, my voice trembling with desire.

A deep groan escaped him as he leaned in closer, his eyes locking onto mine. “Ughhh…” His expression was pure intensity.

Our gazes remained fixed as we both licked at our ice creams, teasing each other. We intertwined our arms like newlyweds sharing their first sip of wine, leaning in to take bites of the melting treat.

I gasped as a cold drip of vanilla fell onto my arousal, jolting me. “Ah, baby, that’s freezing!”

Mike grinned, his mischievous eyes glinting. “Looks like your little guy wants a taste too,” he teased, winking.

Before I could respond, he gently eased me back onto the table. His lips traveled from my abs downward, leaving a trail of kisses until he reached the sticky spot. His tongue darted out, and with one slow, deliberate motion, he licked the ice cream from me.

“Ahhh… Mike!” My back arched as his warm mouth enveloped me completely. The contrast of his heat against my sensitive skin sent me reeling. I couldn’t look away, mesmerized by the way he took me fully, his lips teasing and tantalizing every inch of me.

I bit back the overwhelming urge to let go, clinging to the edge of control as his rhythm left me breathless.

Mike’s kisses soon returned to my chest, his lips finding my sensitive n*****s. He suckled them with fervor, his tongue and teeth sending jolts of pleasure through me.

“Ahhh… haaaah…” I moaned, my voice barely more than a whisper as his mouth worked its magic.

The warmth of his breath and the slick slide of his tongue trailed higher, along my neck, leaving me trembling beneath him. He moved to my jaw, his kisses slowing, growing deeper and more deliberate.

When his lips brushed my ear, his voice came as a hushed murmur, “Baby…”

I could feel his hand drifting lower, cupping my firm backside, his fingers exploring the curve until they hovered at my most sensitive spot.

“Is this okay?” he asked softly, his tone laced with care and affection.

I hesitated, nerves tingling with anticipation. It was something I’d never done before, but the trust and love in his eyes made me want to share everything with him.

“Yes, baby,” I whispered, my voice steady with resolve.

A soft smile tugged at his lips. “I came prepared,” he said with a playful wink.

Mike climbed off the wooden table, heading to a bag near the sink. From inside, he pulled out a pack of three Lick condoms and two sachets of lubricant.

When he turned back to me, his grin widened. “You planned this, didn’t you?” I teased, unable to hold back a smile.

“I’ll be gentle,” he promised, his voice tender yet full of intent.

I closed the distance between us, pulling him into a kiss. It deepened quickly, our breaths growing heavy as our hands roamed freely over each other’s bodies. The friction of our heated arousals pressed together heightened the tension, leaving us both trembling with need.

“Ughhh…” I gasped as I felt his pulsing hardness grinding against mine.

Mike kissed his way down my neck, lingering at my nape, his lips sending sparks of sensation across my skin. My hands gripped the edge of the cabinet for support as his kisses grew hungrier, trailing lower to my back and shoulders.

I shivered as I felt his arousal pressing against the curve of my backside. The heat, the rhythm of his movements—it was intoxicating. My own body reacted, throbbing with a desperate ache, slick with anticipation.

He held me tightly, his arms enveloping me as his lips continued their descent, finally reaching the sensitive spot he sought.

I gasped as his tongue pressed against me, his hot breath fanning over my skin. My grip on the cabinet faltered, and I leaned forward, bracing myself against the sink.

Mike’s tongue moved with precision, exploring and teasing, his motions growing bolder. My moans filled the room as he licked and kissed with an intensity that left me trembling, my body melting under his touch.

Mike stood up, his movements deliberate and full of purpose. I watched as he tore open the small green packet and slid the emerald-colored condom over his hardened length. His hands worked with precision, spreading the lubricant over himself in slow, tantalizing motions, his anticipation evident in the way his fingers lingered.

Then, he turned his attention to me. His touch was gentle but firm as he spread the cool gel over my entrance, preparing me with care. My hands instinctively reached out, gripping the cabinet handles for support as he guided me forward, positioning me so that I was bent slightly over the sink.

“Baby Michael,” he murmured, his voice soft yet filled with a quiet intensity. “Tell me if it hurts, and I’ll stop right away.”

“It’s okay, baby,” I replied, my voice trembling but resolute. “Make me yours, Mike. I want this... I want you.”

“As you wish, my prince,” he whispered lovingly, pressing a tender kiss to the back of my head before slowly easing forward.

I felt the initial pressure as the tip of him pressed against me, the chill of the mint-flavored lubricant adding to the unfamiliar sensation. My breath hitched as he entered me, the fullness overwhelming and bringing with it a sharp, stinging pain.

“Ahhh…” I gasped, my eyes squeezing shut as I tried to adjust. My body tensed instinctively, my breaths shallow and labored.

Mike froze immediately, concern etched across his face. “Baby, does it hurt? Should I stop?” He began to withdraw, his worry evident in his voice.

I shook my head, beads of sweat forming on my brow. “Mike, it’s okay. I think this is normal for the first time… just give me a moment.”

His eyes searched mine, hesitation still lingering. “Are you sure? I don’t want to hurt you.”

“I’m sure,” I reassured him, a small smile playing on my lips despite the discomfort. “Not everything is easy at first. Pain is part of it… but I love you, Mike. So keep going. Please, keep going.”

He exhaled slowly, his features softening. “I love you, Michael,” he whispered, pressing a kiss to my cheek.

“I love you too, Mike,” I replied, melting into the warmth of his touch as his lips captured mine. The kiss was deep and consuming, our tongues dancing as our hearts and bodies aligned in a moment of pure intimacy.

Slowly, he re-applied the lubricant and began again, his movements more fluid and patient this time. The initial sting gave way to a strange, growing warmth as my body gradually adjusted to his presence.

Mike moved with deliberate care, his lips never leaving my skin. He kissed along my neck, his hands exploring my body, grounding me in the shared connection. His touch, his whispers, his gentle thrusts—they all worked in harmony, melting away my apprehension.

The soft sounds of his pleasure filled the room, his moans low and guttural as he moved within me.

“Ahhh… ugh… Michael… f**k,” he groaned, his voice strained with the weight of his desire.

I clung to the cabinet handles, my knees weakening as he deepened his rhythm. His hands found their way to my arousal, stroking me with the same measured intensity. My body responded eagerly, the sensation building until it was almost too much to bear.

Mike’s lips were everywhere—my shoulders, my neck, my face—his affection pouring out in every kiss and caress. His breaths grew heavier, his movements faster, until he pulled back suddenly, leaving me gasping for air.

He reached for the wooden chair nearby and gently guided me to sit. Removing the condom with quick precision, he stood before me, his chest heaving as his hand moved over himself with increasing urgency.

His head tilted back, his eyes squeezing shut as he succumbed to the moment. “Michael… ahhh… fuuuuck!” he cried out.

The heat between us lingered, a testament to the depth of our passion and love.

To be continued…