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You roll over in bed, hands underneath your pillow, and watch him. He’s turned away from you, bedsheet slung low over his hip so you can admire the great expanse of his back. His black tee clings to his body from the slight night sweat; the result of the warm summer's night combined with the body heat emanating from a shared bed. You watch him quietly, drinking in the sight of him as he sleeps undisturbed; his body gently rising and falling with each whisper-quiet breath that he makes.
You turn back over and look at the clock on the bedside table: 12:48.
Swallowing, you find your mouth and throat as dry as sandpaper. You realise that you’re not going to get back to sleep without dealing with this sudden thirst. You pull the sheets back gently, silently cursing as they catch on your skin when you get out of the bed, and tiptoe to the doorway before glancing back. The moonlight peeks through the curtain, casting his body in a pale, cool glow. From this angle, the way it hits his face makes him look almost angelic. Almost.
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You pad barefoot into the kitchen and grab a clean glass from the cupboard, taking it to the sink and filling it to the brim. You gulp the water down eagerly; the cool liquid slaking your thirst.
Satisfied, you wash up the glass and leave it on the draining board to dry. You’re just about to make your way back to bed when a pair of hands grip your hips from behind. You gasp out in surprise as you feel the tip of his nose brush against the back of your neck.
“Thought you could sneak off, did you?” His deep voice is husky - thick from sleep.
“Michael…” It’s all you can manage to say as you feel him grind his growing hardness against your back.
“Mmmm?” One hand moves slowly from your hip and slides underneath your nightie, his palm snaking its way to your front.
Your legs spread of their own accord as he cups your sex, his long finger sliding up and down between your folds, teasing you.
You moan as his finger works on you, his other hand now splayed against your lower abdomen, holding you to him as you find yourself pushing back against his talented digit.
He nuzzles against the nape of your neck as you bare it to him; resting the back of your head against his shoulder.
“So needy…” he murmurs against the shell of your ear, the sounds of his ministrations getting louder as your arousal heightens. “So wet…”
You whimper at his words, your legs weakening, but he holds you firmly, his erection now prodding almost painfully against you.
He takes a few steps backwards, pulling you with him, until he reaches the far wall. His hand slides from you, but you don’t have time to mourn its loss as he spins you around and pins you to the wall with his entire body. He’s facing you now, and while his hair is mussled from sleep, his eyes are sharp with intent.
You hear a metallic sound and the feel of something sharp pointed underneath your chin. Your own eyes widen as you realise it’s his old flick-knife.
“Micha-” you start to protest but he cuts you short, pressing the tip of the knife a little more firmly against your chin.
“Nuh-uh..”
You decide not to push him; filled with a dangerous curiosity to see where this goes.
He tilts his head to the side slightly, half-lidded eyes raking over you as he drags the knife slowly down your skin. You swallow tenderly as you feel the blade graze over your Adam’s apple. It finally comes to a stop near your collar bone, at the indent at the base of your neck. It’s one of your more…sensitive spots - and he knows it.
Michael pushes the tip of the blade against you, just enough to make you gasp; the blade knicking your skin from the sudden movement. His eyes lower to the site, watching in fascination as a small bead of sanguine red forms; glinting as it catches the dim light coming from the kitchen window.
He wipes it away with the pad of his thumb, bringing it up to his mouth and sucking it clean. He smirks at you, thumb still between his lips. The wicked look on his face has your heart racing.
His spare hand cups the back of your neck, thumb under your chin, tilting it up to give him better access as he lowers his mouth to the small cut.
You inhale sharply as you feel his hot tongue flick against the wound; sensing a small, sharp - but not unwelcome - tingle of pain as his saliva mixes with the cut. You raise a hand to the back of his head, fingers threading through his already tousled hair as you hold him against you.
He takes the move as a sign of your enjoyment and starts to suck slowly at your neck, drawing out more of your hot essence and you feel your legs start to weaken again. Michael senses it too, wedging one of his legs firmly between yours to keep you upright as he continues to suck and lave sensually at your neck.
The feeling of his slick, hot tongue against your skin, combined with his leg pinned up against your now-throbbing crotch has your head spinning. You find yourself grinding against his thigh, eager for more.
He chuckles against your neck as you move against him, grinding his hips against your own as he flicks his tongue over the small cut one more time before raising his mouth to yours and capturing it in a passionate kiss. You moan into his mouth as the metallic taste of your blood on his tongue hits your own.
A moment later he pulls away again, knife still in hand as he drags it down between your breasts, to your stomach. You watch as he squats down, trailing the knife down to your mound, where he lets it rest a moment, looking up at you silently for permission.
All you can do is swallow and give an almost imperceptible nod. You know he registers it as he lifts up your nightie in his spare hand, scrunching the fabric in his fist. He leans in against you, breathing deeply as he inhales your scent.
Michael expertly traces the knife over your skin, gently now compared to his earlier movements.
You silently thank him for it as you feel the flat of the blade press up against your swollen clit. The coolness of the sharp blade against you, combined with the knowledge that one slight movement could have dire consequences is both frightening and exhilarating.
He applies a little bit more pressure, gasping in delight as your slick starts to seep over the blade. He moves the knife away, running the blade seductively slowly over his tongue before expertly flicking it shut in a practiced movement and placing it off to the side.
He looks back at your glistening cunt, using his now-free hand to squeeze himself through his shorts as he moves his head between your legs.
You throw your head back hard against the wall, a deep moan escaping your lips as he starts to devour you, your hands gripping his head firmly.
He grasps one of your legs and hooks it over his shoulder, opening you up wider for him; the change in position giving him greater access to your core. His hand grips you firmly, keeping you upright.
“Oh fuhhh-ck..” You moan, hips bucking involuntarily as he slides his tongue up and down between your lips, delving it inside of your hole and then trawling it back up to circle your clit.
Michael hums against you, making your entire body vibrate in response. He brings you close to the brink over and over, his own cock leaking profusely as he grips it through the thin fabric of his sleepwear.
Just when you think he’s going to let you come, he pulls back, releasing your leg. You look down at him, panting heavily. The sight of him alone is almost enough to make you explode then and there: his hair, now even more disheveled and matted with sweat, clings to his forehead; his skin is flushed from effort and his mouth is absolutely glistening from your juices; his hand is still at his crotch, as he plays with himself unabashedly.
He watches you eagerly from his spot between your legs, a wild, lustful look on his face. Then in one quick movement, he’s on his feet again, gripping you under the ass and lifting you up to his waist, pinning you up against the wall.
You wrap your legs around him as he fumbles frantically to free his cock from the confines of his shorts. He succeeds and grips the head, sliding his tip against your lips, just enough to coat himself in your slick before locating your hole. To your surprise, he slides inside of your heat easily, like a knife through butter.
He grips your hips tightly as he begins to move, fucking you hard up against the wall. Luckily, its bereft of picture frames, or you’d have a hell of a lot to clean up afterwards going by the how much its shifting under your combined weight.
You drape your hands over Michael’s shoulders as he thrusts up into you, your mouths connecting. Tongues dueling. Breath mingling.
You can’t help but groan as his tip brushes up against your core with each deep knock of his hips. With your already-highly aroused state, it’s not long before you’re both reaching climax. Michael lowers his head to the nape of your neck, panting heavily over your skin as you come, your walls clenching rhythmically around him.
He slows his pace as he feels the familiar sensation building in his own loins. Moments later he’s letting out a strangled cry, hips juttering against yours; his cock spasming inside of you as each rope of hot come coats the walls of your womb.
He places his sweaty forehead against your own as you both take a moment to catch your breath.
You lean in and kiss him tenderly. He gently sucks your bottom lip into his mouth, his tongue flitting delicately over it in complete contrast to the knife-play and intense wall-fuck you just had.
He steps back from the wall, and lowers you to the ground. You sigh softly as he withdraws from your sensitive grip. Not surprisingly, your feet are a little unsteady after the experience. He places his hand against your nightie, cupping you again as he wipes you clean with the fabric. You both look down at each other and chuckle - the wet spot left behind is as large as the one he has on his own shorts.
You smile at him, “I only came down here for a drink, you know.”
“Yeah? Well, I needed a midnight snack.”