Some mature stuff but not too much...
Analisa brought her knees to her chest. It was late at night and Michael had his face in his pillow. She smiled down and him and gently ran her hand through his hair. She loved his hair.
Michael stirred and his eyes opened and turned to her. He smiled at her and she laid back down next to him, gazing deep into his eyes. He wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her to him.
'Michael, exactly how much do you love me?' She asked, curious. He looked at her in confusion.
'So much. Why do you ask?' he said.
'I'm just wondering.'
'Well, I do love you. With all my heart.'
'Hmm... well prove it.' She knew she was being a bit challenging, but she wanted know what he would do.
'All right. Watch this, girl.' He kissed her lips then trailed kisses to her jawline and down her neck. His lips stopped on the first button of her pajamas. He looked up at her, a new look in his eyes.
She giggled and he tore off the top button with his teeth. He slid back up and kissed her lips as his hand slid inside her shirt. She gasped quietly. His hand was so warm against her cold skin.
She unbuttoned his shirt and opened it, revealing his chest. She wrapped her legs around his waist as he took off his shirt. He helped her take off hers. He slipped his hand inside her pants and she immediately wanted her pants off.
She started to slip them off and now, she only had her panties. Michael kissed her before slipping his and hers underwear off. he overlooked her body and sighed in wonder.
'You're so beautiful.' He whispered, kissing her neck. She giggled and hugged him tightly.
'Take me, Michael.' She whispered in her ear. He kissed her and they shared the most passionate love making ever.