Holy fudge balls, this chapter is looooong. I was gonna split it into two but I couldn't find a good place without breaking the flow. So just enjoy a filthy long-ass chapter and maybe bathe yourself in holy water afterwards looool
When Amy got to their room, she took a deep breath as she tried to calm her nerves. Michael had asked her on a date. An actual date like people in relationships do. It made it all the more real what she had agreed to with him and she felt anxious but also excited. She smiled to herself as she walked over to her wardrobe, picking a black wrap dress that tied at her waist. The bag at the bottom of the wardrobe caught her eyes and she bit her lip as she glared at it for a moment. She crouched, rummaging around until she pulled out the black and deep red set, eyeing the lacy material for a moment. The idea of wearing this for him made her blood get hot and she grabbed them and her dress before locking herself in the bathroom. She showered and washed her hair. All the usual stuff. Whilst she was in there she heard their bedroom door open and shut and mused that Michael was probably getting ready too. She slipped on the underwear, glancing at herself in the mirror. She was shocked at how good it looked on her. The black and crimson made her skin look paler and the bra pushed her boobs together and gave her more cleavage. The tiny french knickers were pretty much sheer and her ass cheeks were hanging out the bottom of them. She smirked to herself before covering herself up with her wrap dress, concealing her underwear for now. She towelled off her hair before padding out to the bedroom.
Michael was stood near his bed as he buttoned up his shirt. He'd picked a silky looking black one and she eyed him appreciatively as she walked over to the vanity. She saw him smirking to himself in the mirror after her clearly wandering eyes and she blushed. The pair were silent, as if the excitement in the air was smothering them. Both too scared to say anything. She blasted her hair with the hairdryer and left her waves down. Applying some winged liner and mascara. She turned around then, the pair locking eyes as he sat on the end of his bed putting his shoes on and she stuffed her feet into her boots.
"You look beautiful," he murmured with a smile. She felt her cheeks heat up as she grinned, standing up as she grabbed her leather jacket and put it on.
"You look pretty beautiful yourself," she replied with a cheeky grin. A boyish laugh left his lips as he walked over to her, pulling her close until she bumped into his chest.
Her long lashes fluttered as she looked up at him, watching how he smiled down adoringly at her. He leant down and kissed her. It was soft at first. Slow and sweet. But she felt the desire pulling in her lower belly as his tongue got more aggressive, making a soft moan leave her lips that he greedily swallowed. They broke apart for air and watched each other for a moment before he grinned at her.
"Let's go," he smirked. She felt dazed from the kiss, but let him take her hand as he practically dragged her out of the room and downstairs.
Before long, Amy and Michael were sat side by side in the theatre. He had shocked the shit out of her when on the way there, he revealed that he hadn't actually been to a movie theatre before. She had gaped at him as he ducked his head and blushed. She saw how he got uncomfortable about things like this. One time he told her he didn't like how sheltered he'd been in his life. So instead of making a big deal out of it as he glared at the sidewalk looking like he was about to crawl out of his skin, she laced their fingers together and told him that she was happy she was the one who got to be there for his first time. He had looked at her. Blue eyes shiny and emotional as a smile spread across his face. Those words had meant the world to him and he could just feel the sincerity of them. There were a lot of things he'd never done before. Had waffles, watched romcoms, been touched by a girl. She was happy to be his first with all of those things. To see his wondrous face as he took it all in.
And now, they were an hour into the movie. They had bought popcorn and cokes, both of which now long gone. They were the kind of seats where the armrests pushed up and out of the way and Michael had been messing around with it out of curiosity when he realised he could move it. He didn't even hesitate as he pushed it up, removing the barrier that separated them so he could wrap an arm around her shoulders. She had picked the movie. Little Evil. When he asked her what it was about, she turned to him with a wry smirk and said he'd find out but thought he'd find it amusing. It was a horror-comedy. Turned out, it was about the Antichrist and Michael had given her a playful eye roll when he figured that out. He wouldn't hold it against her though. It made him smile she could joke about what he truly was. That he didn't have to hide it.
Amy had watched him as they walked inside, his blue eyes wide as he took in everything for the first time. All she could do was smile as he looked like a kid at Christmas. He lead her to the back row as they sat down and she looked at him amused as he fiddled with the seats and anything within reach. He calmed down after the movie started and as the movie wore on, his energy shifted and she felt it. His left arm had been around her shoulder, holding her close as she lay her head against him. She was too busy watching the movie to even notice his other hand creeping closer until it was too late. She jumped out of her skin as his fingertips ghosted the inside of her leg, twisting his body to face her more. But when she glanced at him, his eyes were still glued to the screen.
She took a breath, wondering if maybe he just wanted to feel closer to her or something. Just because she had sex on the brain 24/7 didn't mean he did. Five minutes passed with his hand just there on her skin and she started to get used to it as she zoned back in on the film. Her whole body tensed as his hand crept up the inside of her thigh at a painfully slow rate. Her eyes turned to him, wide and shocked at his bold move in public. They were the only ones on the back row and it was dark, but still, it was daring.
"What are you doing?" she whispered, her voice wavered a little. He finally turned his eyes to her then, and she could see how his pupils were blown wide as he gave her an innocent smile. How could the boy be so pure and sinful at the same time? She felt like she needed to bathe in holy water.
"I just want to be close to you," he said sweetly, making her melt into a puddle. She smiled, relaxing a little before she turned to face the screen again and lay her head back against him.
She had thought he was being innocent and sweet, but really she should have known better. His fingertips were creeping higher and higher and she found her breathing becoming erratic as she tried to calm herself. She figured they would stop their wandering once they reached her dress or something. But they didn't. Then she knew the mistake she made. His fingers stroked her panty covered slit and she gasped, head whipping up to look at him. At the same time, she heard something akin to a growl leave his lips as his eyes snapped to hers. They flashed black for less than a second and she froze. She couldn't lie and say it didn't scare her when that happened. A sly smirk spread across his face then as he leant closer, his lips ghosting hers. She was panting as his finger stroked her slit again.
"Naughty girl," he murmured devilishly. She knew what he was talking about. He'd recognised her underwear. The ones he'd picked out for her. His words only served to send a flood of wetness between her thighs as her lashes fluttered shut.
She was waiting for the kiss as his lips brushed against hers. But it never came. Instead, he let out a low dark chuckle and she felt his breath hit her waiting lips. She opened her eyes, looking almost pleadingly at him. But he moved away with a roguish grin.
"Watch the movie," he ordered firmly. He turned his eyes away from her as her jaw dropped, but her body jolted when his fingers slipped into the side of her panties and touched her clit lightly. Apparently, Dark Michael wanted to touch her in public. It wasn't like it was the first time she'd done something like this but knowing he wanted her this badly was making her legs weak. His arm around her shoulders tightened warningly and she swallowed thickly, complying with his order as she lay her head back on his shoulder and looked ahead. It was hard to focus on anything though as his fingers started to stroke her.
She wasn't sure how much time passed. It was a hazy blur as his arm stayed firmly around her shoulder and the other was in her panties as he lazily fondled her. It was like he had all the time in the world with his languid leisurely strokes. She could have cried with the desperation seeping out of her. His touch was enough to make her wanton and needy but nowhere near enough for any real pleasure. She was sure there would a damp patch on the seat with how wet she was.
"Michael… " she whined breathlessly as she ground herself against his hand, trying to take matters into her own hands. His fingers stilled completely then and she looked at him with the saddest eyes she could muster. He quirked an amused brow at her and she had to suppress a whine.
"Please Michael," she whispered pleadingly. Her blue eyes shining at him. She watched with bated breath as he observed her for a minute with a face she couldn't read. But then his hand slipped from her panties entirely and she wanted to scream and protest yet she kept her mouth firmly shut.
"Get up," he growled in her ear. The tone sent a shiver of excitement down her spine as she did as she was told. He shoved her to the exit and she hurried out back into the dimly lit empty hallway. Michael was right behind her and when she spun to face him, he grabbed her wrist and suddenly they were in their room. The sneaky shit had transmuted them. Something she hadn't been able to master at all.
He smirked knowingly at her but she was in no mood for games. He'd tortured her back in there and she needed him badly. She fisted his silky shirt and pulled, but before their lips met, he gripped her jaw to stop her.
"Whyyyy?" she whined with so much desperation and neediness it was almost embarrassing. He smiled devilishly at her, eyes alight with mischief as he clearly enjoyed watching the state he'd put her in. When she first got to know him, she never would have thought this shy boy had a side to him that was like this. She loved it though. His hand was still firmly gripping her jaw as she blinked her long lashes at him. He leant down just enough that his breath was ghosting her mouth and she almost whined again.
"You're going to strip for me," he purred with a wicked grin. Her eyes widened as she looked at him, wondering if he was serious. It became clear he was very serious when he released her face and took a few steps back. His eyes never left hers as he kicked his shoes off and sat back on his bed. He tilted his head and quirked a brow, almost challenging her to deny his demand.
He hadn't even asked. He had told her. And that's what made this whole thing so much fucking more exciting for her. She pulled her boots off with the grace of a one-legged dog, but it wasn't like she could somehow make that part of it sexy. She was too far gone to care. The boy knew what he was doing. He had driven her to insanity and back and now her mind was blank. Her body was operating on base primal need now. She glanced back at him then, noticing his pleased look she hadn't argued with him. Dark Michael was a bossy bastard and he didn't like it when she argued with him. Sometimes she did it just to make things more fun. He started to unbutton his shirt but his eyes were still glued to her. With shaky hands, she reached to her side where the tie of the dress was in a bow. She slowly pulled it, letting it loose. Then she unwrapped her dress as if she was presenting herself as a gift to him.
She let the dress slip off her shoulders once it was unwrapped, the black material pooling on the floor and leaving her in the lace black and red underwear he'd picked out for her. She watched with a sly smirk at how his hungry eyes drank her in greedily. It made her confidence shoot through the roof to see him looking at her that way. His own shirt fell to the bed and he stood up, blue eyes still roaming her body as he undid his pants and pulled them off with his boxers in one swift movement. Her eyes widened as she took in all of him for the first time. Of course she'd seen his cock before which was now rock hard and stood to attention. But seeing him in all his glory was something to behold and it made her almost swoon. He was so fucking beautiful. When her eyes landed back on his face, he was sporting a handsome smirk at catching her wandering gaze. She almost rolled her eyes, but the mood was too charged for that. She felt like a stick of dynamite ready to go off at any minute.
She took a small step closer to him as her hands reached behind her, unclasping her bra. She slid it off teasingly slow, not missing how his eyes were glued to her chest at the final reveal. She tossed it across the room and he hummed. The noise low and deep in the back of his throat as he looked at her bare chest. She saw his fist curl by his side and she took another step closer as her thumbs hooked inside her panties. She pulled them down, grabbing them as she quirked a brow at him. His eyes were dark, his chest rising and falling quickly and it pleased her to see how he had become so unravelled at the sight of her. She threw the panties at him with a cheeky glint in her eye and he caught them effortlessly. A sly smirk made its way onto his lips as he brought them to his face and her eyes widened as he buried his nose in them and inhaled deeply. She felt her cheeks turn the brightest shade of red they probably ever had as a boyish laugh left his lips and he tossed them to the floor. Once again he was now in charge as she blushed in front of him. He had a way of always being able to turn the tables on her.
"I can't believe you just did that," she whispered looking half amused and half shocked. His light laugh surrounded her as he strode towards her.
"I can't believe you thought I wouldn't," he countered with a smirk. He leant down and finally graced her with a kiss that made her knees weak. It was hungry and needy, his tongue exploring every inch of her mouth. She gasped into his mouth when his hands caressed her breasts. His touch was soft, affectionate. A stark contrast to the assault his mouth was inflicting on her. The sensations were making her head spin. When he finally pulled away for air, her chest was heaving and she blinked at him feeling drunk.
"Kneel for me, darling," he purred against her lips. An embarrassing whimper left her lips at his words as she looked at him. She had two options here. She could do what he told her, stroking his ego and being praised for it. Or she could deny him, making him mad and get punished in the best way. She settled for doing as he told her, deciding that she liked the praise. Who was she kidding? She fucking loved the praise he'd give her for doing what he asked right away.
She dropped to her knees in front of him, looking up at him through her long lashes. He bit his lip, his hooded gaze pinning her in place as she gripped his cock. She took him in her mouth and he groaned low, a hand winding into her wavy hair. She didn't mess around, she got right to business as she sucked on him like her life depended on it. She was rewarded with the filthiest sounds she'd ever heard in the form of his delicious moans and grunts.
"Fuck… such a good girl," he murmured breathlessly. She hummed around him, practically glowing from his words as she continued. His other hand came to her hair then and she half expected him to start fucking her mouth. Making her choke on his cock. She was partially relieved when he didn't, instead he moved her away from him and his cock slipped from her wet mouth with an audible pop.
She blinked up at him curiously, obediently waiting for his next command. It made him grin down at her and stroke her hair. She could be a very good girl when she chose to be. His thumb brushed her lower lip and she couldn't resist as her tongue darted out and licked it slowly. His lips parted as he stared her down and she could almost taste the energy around them shifting again.
As he looked down at her, all coy and on her knees for him, he felt odd. Most of him was strangely calm and serene. The beast in him satisfied at seeing her in this state because of him. For him. But he also felt so much adoration in that moment that she would do this that it felt like his heart was about to burst from his chest. He stepped away, gesturing with his head for her to stand and she did right away. But she was done being good now. She was still waiting for her much needed release and he had wound her so tightly she felt like she might die if she didn't get to cum soon. She stepped closer, hands running up his smooth chest as she smirked at him. He was so strange to her in that moment. She couldn't figure out which Michael she was dealing with.
She pushed him lightly until the back of his legs hit his bed and with a shove from her, he was on his back looking up at her. His eyes sparkled with amusement at her trying to take charge but there was also a hint of curiosity. Wondering where she was going with this. She climbed on the bed, straddling him and making him hiss as he arched against her. Her slick heat was trapping his cock against his stomach and it made him feel like he was free-falling at the new sensation. She leaned down and kissed him softly, smirking to herself as she leant away and he chased her lips. Now he was the needy one. She kissed down his jaw to his neck and rolled her hips with a soft moan. It made him grip her hips tightly with a gasp feeling her gliding over him like that. She was soaked. Her tongue darted out, giving his neck a teasing lick and relishing in the needy sound she elicited from him. When she got to his ear, his fingers dug into the flesh of her hips as her hot breath tickled him.
"Remember the first time you touched me? When you rubbed your dick all over my ass until you came?" she purred teasingly. He swallowed thickly, his whole body tense. How could he forget? It was the first time he came at all and he'd run off so embarrassed afterwards. But he didn't regret it because it was how this whole thing started. He just nodded, his Adam's apple bobbing as his breathing became erratic.
She was still slowly rubbing herself on his cock and it was sending jolts of pleasure through his body.
"It was so hot, laying there and letting you use me for your pleasure," she murmured making him moan low. She kissed her way back up to his lips then but hovered over them, denying him what he wanted.
"Well now it's my turn to have fun," she smirked devilishly at him. He blinked at her in shock, still unsure what the fuck she was doing but he was powerless to stop it. His darkness loved to be in control, to have her submit. But this side to her was intriguing and was turning him on even more. He watched with rapt attention as she sat back up. Her wavy blonde hair cascading down her back as she looked down at him. She looked like a fucking angel. His hands slid up her sides slowly, taking in how soft her skin felt under his touch. One of his hands trailed to her breast, palming it softly in his hand. It was so warm and soft. Softer than he thought it would be.
She started rubbing herself on him, her heat sliding effortlessly over his straining cock with how wet she was. She moaned softly, her eyes fluttering shut as she drew a needy moan from his lips. It was so erotic watching her like this. Completely naked and getting herself off on him. He could feel his self-restraint slowly waning. His need for her turning to burning desire that scorched him from the inside out. He sat up and made her gasp, their bare chests touching as his hand gripped her throat. He didn't squeeze though and she blinked at him completely still as his eyes turned black for the second time in one night.
"I need you," he said roughly. She could see just how thin his composure was becoming but despite the pitch-black eyes, she felt like pushing him a little harder as her curiosity got the better of her.
"I need you to beg," she replied with a sly smirk, licking her lower lip as her gaze locked with his.
His eyes widened a fraction. Her boldness had been unexpected and he heard the beast in his mind growling at the very thought of submitting to anyone. But he blinked and his eyes turned back to blue and his desperate neediness was glaringly obvious in them.
"Please," he whispered hoarsely. He was at the end of his rope and it was taking everything in him to hold off his dark side that wanted to pin her down and fucking ruin her.
"Please what?" she teased. Her eyes were wide and curious, gauging just what his reaction would be in this state. She was doing to him what he had done the first time he demanded she begged. She was giving him a taste of his own medicine despite being fully aware she was playing with fire. He closed his eyes, inhaling a shaky breath and his fingers tightened around her throat as her pulse sped up.
"Let me fuck you," his voice was strained and he opened his eyes glaring at her. She shouldn't have been shocked they were black again. Maybe she should have been scared. She was in the lion's den and toying with him. Three times she had roused the darkness inside of him. Yet she wasn't scared. It egged her on. It made her want more. Apparently, she liked playing with fire.
Her fingers stroked the nape of his neck as she leant forward and kissed him slowly. His hand that was digging into her hip let go and smoothed up her back, pulling her closer to him. She parted from him but her lips were a breath away from his as they looked at each other. Onyx eyes locking with Sapphire. His black eyes didn't scare her in that moment. They thrilled her.
"You can do whatever you want to me," she whispered. Meaning every fucking word as she completely surrendered to him. His beast felt soothed by her words. Relishing in her submitting to him like that. A sly smile spread across his lips and she could only return it. She gasped when he suddenly nipped her lower lip and tugged on it a little. It made her insides feel all hot. Her hand reached between them as their eyes never left the others. She gripped his cock and he tensed under her, his hand still on her throat. She lifted up, lining him with her entrance and without breaking eye contact, as his eyes transformed back to those bright blues, she sunk down onto it. She watched with wide eyes and a gasp as he moaned. The sound deep and low as his lips parted, brow furrowed with the intense pleasure of finally being buried inside of her.
He was so big and she needed a moment to adjust. Her breathing was heavy as he stared at her in awe and his grip on her neck tightened ever so slightly. His breathing was ragged and harsh.
"Fucking move… please," he begged desperately. She didn't know if he was on the verge of tears out of sheer frustration or if he was ready to squeeze the life out of her neck. Either way, she complied. She started rolling her hips slowly, causing them both to moan at the feeling. She hadn't ever felt this good before. She knew the build-up had been immense but she also knew it was just Michael that made it so much better. And for him, this was his first time full stop and the pleasure he was feeling was incomparable to anything he'd ever felt in his life. He was drowning in her and he never wanted it to end.
She shoved him gently and his hand released her throat as he fell back to lay on the bed. He blinked up at her, unable to take his eyes off the beauty that was his lover as she started moving on his cock. Her hands leant on his chest for leverage as she lifted herself up and kept pushing back onto him, impaling herself on him. All he could do was moan helplessly as his hands greedily grabbed at her hips and he arched up to meet her each time. The air around them was thick and heavy. The temperature in the room getting hotter by the second as their moans and pants filled the room. It was as if they were in some unknown place, just the two of them with no care in the world but each other.
She was riding him, hard and fast with her plump lips parted as she moaned blissfully. He knew he couldn't last much longer. He'd waited for this for so long now and it was more than he could have ever imagined. He pulled her down roughly, crashing his lips to hers in a frenzied kiss. One she melted into happily. It was all tongues and teeth as he wound his arms around her middle, large hands splayed on her back firmly keeping her in place as he started rutting up into her. She gasped into the kiss at his harsh thrusts, her moans getting higher and needier. He couldn't hold back now. He couldn't stop himself any longer. He was chasing his release and he wouldn't stop until he got it.
She couldn't move, his grip was far too strong as he fucked up into her. She watched him with wide eyes at how his face contorted in pure bliss and she felt herself snap. She exploded around him, a keening moan leaving her lips as her walls tightened around him like a vice. It caused a loud groan from him as his grip tightened. His movements became jerky and erratic before he moaned, spilling his hot seed inside of her and coating her walls with it. Claiming her as his finally. He was content. His father whispered to him praise that made him feel light and weightless.
She lay on top of him as the pair panted, riding their highs. She hid her face in the crook of his neck as his fingers traced patterns on her back affectionately. She'd had a lot of sex in her life. A lot of it good enough in her opinion. But that was mind-blowing. She couldn't even fathom what she was feeling right then. She sat up a little, looking at him to make sure he was okay. It was his first time after all. He gave her a sweet smile, a sheen of sweat covering his face as he still tried to catch his breath. His hair was a complete mess but it suited him. She smiled back and pecked his lips sweetly. Rolling off him, she collapsed next to him feeling like her bones had melted and she was just a bag of skin and blood. She felt him move, rolling to face her and she followed suit.
"So… how was your first time?" she asked hesitantly. She felt like he enjoyed himself. It seemed that way. But for some reason, she felt a pang of worry that after everything, it hadn't been up to his standards. That she hadn't pleased him enough and that he would be done with her. She had no idea where those thoughts had come from. She'd never worried in the past about not being a good lover. His cheeks flushed as she watched him carefully and a shy smile graced his angelic face. It was hard to believe he seemed shy after the way he'd acted with her.
"It was… perfect. I don't even have words," he murmured, tucking a strand of her crazy blonde hair behind her ear. His praise soothed her and she grinned at him. He just stared at her lovingly before his hand slid to her throat. Her skin was a little red there now and his brow furrowed.
"Was I too rough with you?" he asked softly. His voice was wary as if he was afraid of the answer. Her eyebrows rose as her fingers came to her neck next to his, ghosting the skin there.
"No. I should tell you now that I like it rough sometimes. I'll tell you if its too much. We should come up with a safe word," she snorted. She'd never needed a safe word before. No one had ever been that rough with her. As if they were scared of breaking her like she was made of glass. But she couldn't deny she was curious just to where her breaking point was.
He quirked a brow looking confused as his fingers trailed down her neck to her chest. He stroked the swell of her breasts and it made the hairs on her body stand on end.
"Safe word?" he asked carefully. She laughed lightly at his face, eyes shining with how happy she felt.
"Mhmm. It's like what people use when things get too rough," she explained, reaching out and stroking his firm yet soft chest. He only looked more confused.
"Why don't people just say stop or something?" he asked. This sweet innocent boy. He'd just been choking her as he fucked her but now he was asking things like this. She was getting whiplash.
"It's kind of like… sometimes when you get me to beg and stuff. Pushing the boundaries. Sometimes it's rough or intense, and someone might say stop but they don't really want you to stop. Like it's just a reaction for it to come out but underneath it all, they're enjoying it. It's hard to explain. But a safe word is something unusual that wouldn't normally come up. A way to know someone really means no. It's especially good if you're like doing some BDSM shit," she shrugged as she sat up.
She grabbed her hair tie from the nightstand and threw her hair up in a haphazard ponytail as Michael watched her.
"BDSM?" he asked curiously, sitting up and watching her. She blinked at him for a moment.
"How the fuck are you the Antichrist?" she laughed incredulously. Sometimes he seemed so pure and innocent. He squinted playfully at her and rolled his eyes.
"Sorry I had more important things to do than fuck everyone I met," he huffed.
"Until you met me," she grinned cheekily at him. He looked down shyly as his cheeks flushed and she resisted the urge to pinch them. Instead, she leant over and grabbed her laptop from the floor beside the bed and opened it and started typing.
"Here, this will explain it all better than I can. Knock yourself out," she smirked as she handed it to him.
He looked at the laptop warily as his eyes scanned the page. It was all about BDSM. Things he didn't have a clue about. But if he was honest, his interest was well and truly piqued.
"I have a history test in the morning with Myrtle, so I need to cram as much as I can. You can just read up on shit if you want," she smiled before hopping from the bed. She grabbed his shirt, slipping it on and buttoning it up. His eyes travelled from the screen to her in his shirt and he felt something stir within him at the sight. There was something so calming about seeing her in his clothes. She used the bathroom as he looked over the page, finding himself intrigued by everything he was reading. She came back out and grabbed some books before sitting on his bed with him. She was facing him and he was leaning against the headboard with the laptop on his lap.
The pair were silent for a while. Amy reading her books to try and study hard and Michael falling down the rabbit hole of sexual pleasure.
"Do you have kinks?" he asked curiously. His blue eyes looking over at her. She snorted and quirked her brow at him.
"I have quite a few. I like a lot of shit, and I don't like a lot of shit. Why, you see anything you wanna try?" she asked. His cheeks flushed and she watched as he nibbled his lower lip looking awkward and uncomfortable. His eyes flitting to the screen as he nodded.
"I know this is new to you. But I'd like to try things with you. There's nothing wrong with getting kinky when you feel like it. If you want, make a list of the things that appeal to you and I'll read it and make a note of which ones I like too so we can try them," she suggested with a sweet smile. His body relaxed as he looked at her. It was like she just knew him so well and knew how to calm him.
"I'd like that," he smiled. She grabbed one of her spare notebooks from her pile of books and a pen from her sparkly purple pencil case and put them on the bed in front of him.
"You don't have to be shy about anything with me Michael. Soon enough you'll feel confident enough to just talk about it," she said before glancing back to her books.
He felt a little more confident already after her words. He hated how after his arousal was sated that he reverted back to his shy weird self. He couldn't help it. But so many of these things made his brain run away with itself and he was desperate to try them with her. He liked the idea that she wanted to know what he liked and wanted to do these things with him. He grabbed the notebook and pen, glancing at the screen as he made his list. He was somewhat anxious about it. Knowing she would read it. He felt like it revealed a lot about a person by the things they were into sexually. Part of him felt like he was laying himself bare. But he wanted to for her. He'd give her everything.