MJ
My moans encouraged him to leave a trail of wet kisses along my belly and proceed to the apex of my thighs.
Just before he was about to devour my most sacred part, he looked up.
"Look at me." he growled, slapping the side of my behind a little.
I opened my eyes, only to find mysef drenched in sweat and other fluids, in an empty bed, in a strange hotel room.
"Not again." I sighed and fell back onto the matress.
I'd been having wet dreams about Michael ever since the beginning of the tour. Not every night, but zaidi than enough. Having him sleep (and hearing him do other things in his bed) in the suite right inayofuata to mine wasn't exactly helping. It had almost been an entire month, and obviously my feelings had not subsided. There were many occasions when I honestly thought about telling him, just to get it out in the open. But I chickened out each time. Besides, I knew he didn't feel the same way about me, so why even bother.
I was too wound up to go back to sleep, and Michael was probably going to come and wake me up soon enugh, so I decided to just take a shower. A cold one!
As the water was pouring over my flustered body, the picha from the dream came back. It felt so real, his touch was almost burning my skin, it felt so vivid. My hands were starting to wander, touching the places where I had felt his fingers. I felt the heat building up again, I moaned out his name several times until I felt the electricity in my body approach its pinnacle. Just as I was about to climax, I heard a faint knock on the suite door. Damn wewe Michael! One siku you're going to ruin me.
"Bianca, wake up!"
He knocked again and again. I wrapped myself up in a towel, and still dripping wet, I lunged for the door.
"Oh, I'm sorry." he smirked.
"It's not like you've never barged in at inappropriate times before."
"That's true. Thank god wewe were awake. I was scared I'd have to face the beast this morning." he chuckled.
"Nope, I'm up. Wanna call room service for me? I need to get dressed." I looked down at myself.
"No wewe don't." he winked, being his flirty self.
"Really? Even at 6.30 in the morning you're not too tired to pull your lines."
"I was kidding. Go put on some clothes if wewe must." he laughed and waved his hands, motioning for me to go.
"Ha-ha." I'd gladly stay naked, but as long as you're not my man... I sighed after I'd closed the door.
I think I've been living in this mess for too long. I somehow need to make him see that the woman he's been looking for all his life, is right in front of him. If only there was a way to make him see that...
"The usual?" Michael shouted from the living area of the suite.
"You know it." I replied.
I could hear him ordering on the phone. Usually I would just eat a portion of scrambled eggs, but Michael always ordered the entired assortment the jikoni had to offer for breakfast. Everthing was included; pancakes, eggs in all sorts and forms, French toast, bacon, bagels... well, wewe name it. He would even order ice cream. Crazy Bastard! My crazy bastard... pff I wish!
When I was decent, I went back to jiunge Michael, who had - as usual - turned on the tv. And surprise surprise, he was watching cartoons. Who would have guessed...
Just as I was about to sit down, room service arrived. They've probably gotten so used to someone ordering their entire chakula supplies every morning, that they know when to start cooking before we even call.
The not-too-shabby-looking waiter helped me rolling in the table, I gave him a tip and he was out the door again. Michael pulled up two chairs and sat down, rubbing his hands.
"Alright. Let's get this party started." he alisema while unfolding a napkin.
After we finished our breakfast, and yes; we ate everything, we both slumped down on the sofa.
"Oh boy, I'm stuffed." Michael giggled, rubbing his belly.
"Michael, we're gonna get fat if we continue this for the rest of the tour." I groaned, almost feeling sick from all the food.
"Not me." he held up his hands.
"Yea, but me. Tomorrow I'm just having my scrambled eggs. I don't care how much wewe order."
"You say that every morning." he chuckled.
"Ugh I know! But I swear, one siku I'll pull it through." I vowed.
"I'll believe it when I see it." he laughed.
"When does the tamasha start tonight?"
"At 7.30" he replied.
"Alright. I think I'm gonna get some sightseeing done." I stretch my entire body.
"Cool. Where are wewe gonna go?"
"I really wanna see the Anne Frank museum. I've always wanted to go there."
"Ooh sounds like fun. Take some pretty pictures?"
"Yeah, since I don't get to take any of your concert." I scold him and playfully swat his arm.
"I need wewe on that chair. You're my lucky charm." he batted his eyelashes at me. Damn wewe and that pretty face of yours!
"You seemed to be doing just fine on your awali tours." I raise my eyebrows.
"But now that you're here, I need to see wewe at all times." he wrapped his arms around my shoulders. "And wewe can always take pictures from there. Right?"
"The angle sucks, and wewe know it. Don't even get me started on the lighting."
"What? There's nothing wrong with the lights." he acted offended.
"Not technically. For the stage they're great. But there's no way I'd ever get a good with the lights interfering with the flash of the camera."
"I guess. Okay, I gotta get ready for rehearsal. I'll see wewe later Bee." he planted a kiss on my cheek.
"Have fun. Save your voice for tonight."
"You say that every time."
"Just looking out for you." I shrugged.
"I upendo wewe for it." he winked and walked out the door.
"I upendo wewe too." I sighed and fell back onto the couch.
