My Valentine

Love Story ...

ANNIE & MICHAEL – EARLY IN CALIFORNIA

Annie sat on the floor on the plush rug in front of the fireplace in their bedroom. She gazed into the flames, almost hypnotized by the colors and the snapping and popping of the wood. She had been trying to read but became distracted by her thoughts and her book lay open off to the side where she had placed it.
She had been in California for about two weeks now and though she loved being back with Michael and the kids she still had these niggling doubts about her ability to be Michael Jackson’s wife and the natural mother of one of his children. She still had not gotten used to the giant mansion that they lived in. She marveled how this room alone was bigger than the main room of her Manhattan apartment. And even though Michael currently had a skeleton staff working for him she still felt somewhat out of place having someone cook and clean up after her.
Plus the idea of not being able to just step out and go anywhere she wanted was quite alien to her. She sometimes felt like that caged bird that she had spoken of in New York when Michael and she had broken up. It hurt to think about that time and she didn’t want to but she was afraid. She would only admit to herself that she was a little bit homesick for Manhattan. Here in California she felt like a fish out of water and she didn’t want Michael to know about it for fear it would upset him. She casually wiped a few stray tears from her face. She must not let him see her crying, she thought.
Michael walked into the room so quietly that Annie didn’t hear him. He stood at the door and watched her. He knew something was bothering her and it reminded Michael of the time in New York right before they were separated. This scared him. He needed her to be strong and happy. Not only for the sake of the baby that she was carrying, but selfishly, for him. He needed her strong confidence to help him navigate his way back to a better life for all of them. He felt strongly that Annie Walker was his saving grace and he needed to hold onto her for the rest of his God given life if he was to be a better person, if he was to survive. He felt certain of this because during the time that they were separated it had been hell for Michael.
He approached her quietly, and he witnessed her wiping her face with the back of her hand. She was crying and Michael felt a stabbing pain in his heart. We can’t have this Michael thought to himself. He plopped down next to her. “Hey beautiful girl, whatcha thinking about?” he said softly. He pulled her into an embrace, her back to his chest, her head resting under his chin on his chest, his arms securely around her. “Oh nothing important Michael, I am just daydreaming here in front of the fire.” Annie said in a nervous, trembling whisper.
“Annie, don’t hide your feelings from me, please,” he said in return. He turned her body around so that he could look into her eyes. “Oh Michael,” she said collapsing into his arms. “It’s all right baby girl. Everything is going to be okay Annie. We are together again, that’s what we wanted right girl?” he said smoothing his hand down her back, caressing her lovingly. “Yes Michael I wanted it more than anything in the world,” Annie said, burying her face into his chest. She so loved to inhale his scent. It seemed to partially calm her. “Than tell me what’s wrong my sweet girl, please,” Michael said in a plaintive whisper to her.
Annie started to tell Michael what was bothering her, slightly hesitating. “I…I don’t think I fit in here Michael. The house is so big and I feel so out of place sometimes. I don’t know what my role is here.” Michael quickly let her words digest in his mind and he moved her from his chest so that he could look into her eyes when he spoke to her. “Annie…you don’t doubt your love for me do you girl, or my love for you?” Michael said in a painful voice. She became filled with anxiety when he said this. “Oh no my sweet Michael, please don’t think that! I love you more each day,” she reached up and caressed his face lovingly. “I guess I am just feeling out of sorts. Perhaps a little homesick for New York,” she said lowering her head and rubbing her hands together nervously.
Michael took his finger and raised her face so that he could look into her eyes again. “Annie listen to me my sweet beautiful girl, you do belong here. I’ve been sick for so long—sick with depression and loneliness.” He leaned down and started to nuzzle her chin with his lips. He kissed her up one side of her face till he reached her ear and he whispered softly, “Annie you are like medicine to me girl. Like a miracle drug that I can’t live without.” His breathy whisper tickled her senses and made her sigh his name in a sweet whisper back to him, “Oh Michael.” He moved his lips sensuously across her cheek down to her chin again and started to kiss her back up the other side of her face till he reached her other ear and once again whispered softly, “You are the antidote that I have been waiting for girl—you are the miracle cure that I am in desperate need of.”
Annie closed her eyes, becoming enchanted once again in Michael Jackson’s beautiful web of heartfelt words. Michael lowered her back onto the rug so that he was hovering above her. She could see the depth of his feelings reflected in his dark brown, soulful eyes. “Can’t you see that your role here is to be my savior Annie, can’t you see girl that I desperately need you?” Michael said in a plaintive whisper and then kissed her passionately on the lips, putting all of his emotions into the kiss.
Annie reached up and put her arms around his neck, pulling him closer to her. She moved her hands up so that she could thread her fingers through his silky long locks. He stopped kissing her and said “I want to make all of those doubts and fears of yours go away tonight Annie. It’s just you and me Annie—nothing and no one else matters. I want you to live in the moment Annie…this moment…do you understand my sweet girl?” he whispered to her. “Michael you always reserve such beautiful and lyrical words for me—you make me feel so strong—you make me feel like I am a powerful force in your life,” Annie whispered back softly.
The room was so quiet and dark except for the glow from the fire along with the snapping and crackling of the wood. He loved her most when she was lying underneath him like this, her curly hair laid out like a halo framing her face flushed and glowing from his kisses and caresses. “My words are always heartfelt Annie…I don’t use them lightly, you are a powerful force in my life. God sent you to me Annie my angel—to save me—I believe that strongly girl.” Once again he moved in for another passionate kiss. And then with a slight hitch to his emotional laden voice he whispered in her ear, “Can I please make love to you Annie?” She inhaled sharply at the sound of his plaintive whisper and without hesitation wrapped her arms around her man and said, “Yes Michael, please make love to me, yes please my sweet, sweet Michael!” And then she pulled him closer and kissed him back.
Michael moved his hands up under Annie’s t-shirt, caressing her ribs with his strong hands. Her skin was warm and smooth against his palms and he moved them down to her stomach rubbing her there with particular tenderness, knowing that she was having his baby was a loving and amazing turn on to Michael. As he caressed her he watched her reaction. Annie loved the feel of Michael’s hands on her body. His touch was soothing and sensual. He then moved his hands up to her breasts. He took one in each of his hands gently kneading them and then taking the pad of his thumbs he moved them over each of the tips, rubbing them till they became hard and pointed. Annie arched her chest as if to allow Michael further access to continue his gentle massage. She moaned his name out loud yet again. “Mmm…mmi…Michael!”
He took his hands out from under her shirt, but he didn’t end his attention to them just yet. He lifted her t-shirt up, just so that he could gain further access to her glorious bare chest. He let the t-shirt stay bunched up above her chest and then lowered his mouth and started to suckle each one of her breasts. He sucked hard on each one of them, letting his tongue swirl continuously around each one of the hard pointed tips.
As his lips made contact with her breasts an electric thrill coursed through her body. It was so forceful that Annie began to sensuously rub her thighs together feeling as though she could climax just from the caress of his lips. She moaned his name out loud yet again and continued to arch her back pushing her breasts closer to his mouth.
It was as though all of her senses were extra heightened tonight. The feel of his lips on her breasts, his soft hair on her fingertips, the scent of the burning wood mixed with his usual own sweet earthy scent, and the taste of his kisses still fresh on her lips.
He left her breasts momentarily inching his way down with light feathery kisses all the way to her stomach. He then rubbed his cheek on her tummy. He swiftly came back up and pulled her into his arms and started to kiss her again, assaulting her mouth with his sweet soft lips driving her even further into a maddening state of sexual delirium.
He then rolled her over so now he was on his back and she was on top of him. She sat up, straddling his hips. “Take off your shirt for me Annie,” Michael tenderly requested. “Yes Michael,” Annie said readily acquiescing. Her t-shirt was already half off, bunched up around her neck and she quickly raised it up over her head and tossed it carelessly to the side.
Annie felt delicious, intoxicated on Michael. Feeling like she was on display for him she raised her hands up and began to seductively caress her face and breasts and her stomach. And then in a demure whispery voice she said, “Do you like what you see my sweet Michael?” Michael choked back a laugh, oh boy did he ever like what he saw—she was glorious! Her lips were blushed and bruised from his previous kissing assault just minutes ago. Her nipples were hard and erect and the areolas were rosy red from his suckling. She had that ever present glow on her face. Her eyes were sparkling though her eyelids were heavy with her desire for him. And of course her beautiful golden curls were cascading carelessly down around her shoulders. Annie rarely ever tied her hair back now knowing how much Michael loved to see her golden curls framing her beautiful face.
He said to her in a sultry growl, “I love what I see, come closer my sweet, beautiful girl.” Michael reached for her but Annie teased him by moving slightly out of his grasp. “Not yet Michael, first this,” she said. Michael was wearing a pair of silk pajamas that night and Annie reached down unbuttoning his shirt and spreading it open so she could have freer access to his bare chest. She took her hands and caressed his chest—mimicking the treatment he had just given her—she rubbed her thumbs across his nipples and almost automatically they hardened with her touch. She watched him as he closed his eyes and a look of pure bliss crossed his face.
In that moment Annie felt so strong and empowered and beautiful. Michael opened his eyes and covered her hands with his own. Grasping her hands in his he brought them up to his face, lightly grazing the fingertips with his lips. He then said in a husky whisper, “Come on down her girl so I can feast on you some more.” She leaned forward and Michael moved his hands up her arms pulling her forward. He wanted her breasts back in his mouth and positioned her body thusly so that he could indeed feast upon her again.
Annie arched her back yet again. She moved her hands behind Michael’s head as if to press his lips closer to her breasts. She let her head roll forward allowing her curly blond hair to cascade down across his head tickling his cheeks as he suckled each breast.
He moved her down now so that her bare breasts were pressed on to his bare chest. What a truly delicious erotic feeling Michael thought. Annie’s face was now buried in the crook of Michael’s neck. She kissed him there lovingly and moved her lips up his chin line towards his ear, whispering his name sexily and them blowing into his ear. He smiled and sighed as he felt her hot breath tickling his ear.
He took his hands and began to sensuously caress her. First letting his long slender fingers slowly thread through soft tresses down to the back of her neck gently massaging her there. And then slowly down across her bare shoulders down her back. Her skin was silky soft. He made his way down to her buttocks, still covered in her cotton draw string pants. He placed one hand on each buttock and squeezed each cheek, causing her to squirm on top of him. Their bodies were pressed against each other in such a manner that she could clearly feel the outline of his erection pressing into her stomach making her tremble with even more desire for him. “Michael, please my sweet boy I want you inside of me, please Michael,” she begged sweetly into his ear. He smiled and whispered sweetly back into her ear, “Soon my sweet girl, soon. Let’s just heighten the intensity a little more.” Annie groaned. If they heightened the intensity any more than it was already she may explode! And then Michael said, “I want to feel how ready you are for me my sweet girl.” With that he rolled her over so once again her back was flat on the plush rug.
He stood up slightly on his knees and said, “Let’s take these off Annie.” She lifted her butt off the ground and Michael pulled her drawstring pants down, past her hips and butt and then pulled them off her legs tossing them aside carelessly. He took his shirt off the rest of the way also tossing it aside. And then he slid back down by her side.
He propped himself up on his elbow and took his finger and started to trace a line down her body saying to her as he did, “Annie I want to feel how ready you are for me girl.” Annie turned her head to him and said “I am ready Michael; please my sweet boy, so very ready.” She trembled as his finger continued to trace a path down her body, down her cheek, past her neck down across her breast and then made its way down to her stomach. He stopped there once again, lightly drawing small circles on her stomach with his finger, tickling her slightly. And then looking at her intently he moved it down further, lightly running his finger through the soft down surrounding her sex and then touching her in the most intimate way, rubbing his finger across the hard nib of her sex. “Open your legs further for me girl,” he whispered hoarsely, and she willingly obliged. He plunged his finger into her and she bucked upwards the sensation of his finger caressing her in such an intimate manner nearly sent her senses into overdrive. He began to move his finger in and out of her slick opening while he continued to massage her hard nib with the pad of his thumb. She moaned pleasurably and began to match each stroke.
Michael reveled in the glorious look on her face filled with such desire for him and enjoying the pleasure his finger was giving her. She was very wet and very ready for him. He removed his finger from inside her and getting up slightly from his prone position he kneeled next to her. He said to her, his voice thick with emotion, “My sweet Annie look at me girl.” He didn’t need to really ask because Annie was gazing at him the whole while mesmerized by him. He then raised his finger up to his mouth and proceeded to suck and lick her juices from it and said to her, “Tastes like the sweetest nectar I have ever had my sweet, beautiful girl.” He stood up and quickly shucked his pajama bottoms off and swiftly lied back down next to her, scooping her back up into his arms.
By now Annie was out of her mind with want and desire and need for Michael. She wrapped her arms around him tightly and whispered his name over and over in between kissing him repeatedly on his face and his neck and then back to his face. “Michael I need you inside of me now baby,” she said. “Okay my sweet girl, your wish is my command.” And with that he placed his hands on her hips and while they lay side by side she opened her legs slightly and he slid in with one thrust. “Wrap your legs around me Annie,” Michael said and she obeyed. The lay perfectly still, joined together in the most intimate of manners—gazing intently into each others eyes. “Do you feel me inside of you Annie?” Michael said. “Yes Michael! I feel like I am one with you,” she said in a breathless whisper. She reached up and caressed his face lovingly with her hand. “Listen to me Annie…we are one…this is where you belong Annie. Here, with me and my children. You are a part of me and I am a part of you…do you understand Annie,” Michael said to her, his eyes burning intensely into hers. “Yes Michael, yes I understand. I love you so much Michael,” Annie said. “I love you more Annie,” Michael said kissing her hard on her lips. She was so emotional that tears started to form in her eyes and fall gently down the sides of her face. “Annie why are you crying?” Michael asked her, his own voice emotionally laden. “I am so happy Michael—they are tears of happiness my sweet boy—I know everything is going to be okay!”
He smiled at her and then rolled her onto her back and began to thrust deeply into her. He tipped her body up at an angle and she wrapped her thighs tighter around his waist, and he was able to penetrate her ever deeper. Soon the thrusts became faster and even more intense. “Let go Annie,” Michael said to her, “It’s all right girl, I am close behind!” Annie felt herself crest and then she climaxed, and shouted his name out. Within seconds Michael came right after her, shouting her name. He then collapsed onto her; they were both breathing heavily, their naked bodies damp and glowing from their lovemaking. They continued to caress each other with their hands and their lips murmuring each other’s name. And then finally when Michael felt his heart rate come back to a normal level he rolled off of her but kept her in a tight embrace, their legs intertwined with each other.
They lay quietly in each other’s arms. Gone were the fears and doubts that Annie had before. Michael had cast his magic spell on her. She knew now that she must not dwell on the past. She must move forward. Michael was her life now and she knew all things were possible as long as they continued to love each other the way they did now. Michael stood up and motioned for her to do so also. She stood up and he kissed her lightly on the lips. He then in one quick motion scooped her up into his arms. She placed her arms around his neck and Michael said to her, “Shall we continue this in our bed my sweet beautiful girl?” She smiled at him, “There’s more Michael?” He carried her over to the bed and laid her gently down on it and slid in next to her. “Of course Annie, I want to make love to you till the break of dawn!” And then he pulled her into an embrace and started to kiss her senseless all over again.

By Scrantonmjfan