I had just come home from a hard shift at the hospital. Being a neurosurgeon can take a lot out of you sometimes. I walked into our California home, decorated in only Michael's kind of elegance. I sighed in contentment at just the thought of my husband and smiled.
I walked up the beautiful grand staircase to our incredible bedroom. To my surprise, a bouquet of fragrant pink roses and callalilies, my two favorite flowers, greeted me. I took the card out and it read: "My dearest Yasmin, I love you more than you will ever know. I will be working late tonight, but I will be thinking of you all the while. Love, Michael." I awwed out loud at his thoughtfulness, even though sweet trinkets like this were not uncommon from him.
Suddenly a thought hit me. Michael had been working on the details of his BAD World Tour for months now getting it ready for his adoring fans and tweaking it to his incredibly high standards. He had been under a lot of stress lately and I wanted to relieve it, if only for a night.
I got to work, ordering rose petals, bottles of champagne and strawberries with whipped cream. I lit candles all around our immense bedroom to create the sensual atmosphere I wanted to achieve. I was almost done setting up, when Michael called. "Hello love." I answered with a smile in my voice. "Hello honey. I'm going to be home soon, okay? I can't wait to see you." he said. "I can't wait to see you either. I have a surprise for you, I think you will like it." I replied. "I know I will. Okay, see you in a little bit. I love you." he laughed. "I love you too." I said.
I entered our sprawling bathroom and turned on the bathtub that could easily accomodate 4 people, aside from the two of us. I poured in his favorite bath salts that relaxed him and made a nice layer of bubbles on the surface. I changed from my sweater and jeans to just a Victoria Secret short silk robe.
"Hello sweetheart. I'm home!" he called from downstairs. Perfect timing. I walked out of our bedroom and positioned myself gracefully at the top of the staircase. "Hello darling." I said, with a hint of naughtiness and mischief in my voice. He looked up at me and his breath caught in his throat. "Wow," he breathed, "Wasn't expecting that, but it's much better than I imagined." I smiled and said,"Come here."
He cleared the stairs in fewer strides than he would on a normal occasion. I pulled him close to me, letting him smell the perfume he loved on me. "How are you this evening?" I whispered huskily. "I'm quite well Mrs. Jackson." he said, matching my tone. I looked at him and saw his eyes were alight with passion. I smiled as I tilted his head toward me and kissed him teasingly. "Hmmm, I wonder what else you have in store?" he said seductively, as his hands slid down my back to my behind and squeezed it. "Damn, I love when he does that." I said internally.
I took his hand and led him to our bedroom, and I could feel his eyes on my curves. "Undress," I said, "And meet me in the bathroom." I winked and walked away. After a few minutes, Michael arrived at the door, looking glorious in his kingly bathrobe. "Hello again." I said, perched on the edge of the tub. He crossed the floor and sat beside me. "Oh no, your Majesty, tonight I'm taking care of you." I smiled. He untied his robe and got into the tub, letting the hot water and bubbles please him. "Hmmm..." he sighed and I knew this was just what he needed. "Just relax and soak for a while, then meet me in the room." I instructed. "Yes ma'am." he said amused.
I went to the massage table in a hidden corner of our room and got the oil ready to rub his muscles with. Michael emerged, towel wrapped, from the bathroom, looking excited. "What's next?" he asked eagerly. "Come lie down over here." I said. He did as I said, though he looked like he was up to something. I poured some oil on his back and started to work out the tension in his shoulders. "Ohhh baby, that feels good." he moaned. "You're very tense love, you deserve to release it." I answered. I moved down his back, freeing the stiffness. As I got to deeper muscles, Michael whispered, "Oh shi...Hmmm...." fighting the urge to curse out loud.
I finished his massage, and he stood to move his newly relaxed muscles. "Did that feel good?" I asked innocently. "It felt great. Thank you." he smiled and kissed me. "Now it's your turn to get the massage." he declared. "Tonight's about you baby." I protested. "I know." he laughed. "And what I say goes tonight, so lie down please." he said grinning. I sat on the table and began untying my robe when Michael said,"Let me get that." "Such a gentleman." I laughed. He rubbed oil on me and stroked my back and shoulders. I absentmindly lost myself for a second, moaning "Oh Michael..." He loved when I called his name like that.
He started to kiss me from the back of my neck, down the path of my spine. I shivered and he smiled. I flipped over, sat up, and immediately started kissing him. He opened my legs to stand in front of me and I felt his erection pressing against me. I got off the table and we manuevered over to our huge king-sized bed. I pinned him underneath me and kissed down his chest until I reached what I was looking for. I licked his shaft up and down, feeling his hips twitch involuntarily. I lingered at his tip, flicking my tongue all around it. "Uhhh," he groaned, eyes closed in pleasure. Then I took all of him in, sucking him until he couldn't take anymore. "I love when you do that, girl." he said with a smile. "I know." I said proudly.
Michael quickly flipped me over and said,"I'd like to return the favor." He caressed my body, starting at my collarbone. He rubbed my breasts and sucked them, making me shudder with ecstasy. He moved down to my stomach, trailing kisses everywhere. He put his hand on top of my spot, already sensitive and hot due to his kissing. He came back to my lips and made them busy while his lithe fingers worked below. He rubbed circles on my most sensitive area. I started to thrust in time with his rhythm. I arched my back and he knew what I wanted.
Michael entered me smoothly, going slow, making the moment last. "Ahhh yes... please don't stop..." I breathed. His thrusts picked up in pace and I met them with an equal rocking of my hips. I rolled on top of him, knowing he liked to be ridden. Almost as much as he liked being in control. Almost as much. I grinded on him while he gripped my behind. "That's it girl. Take it all, it's yours. Ride baby, find that spot." he said. I liked when he talked this way.
We switched positions, too many to name. He needed this release of stress he had built up. "I'm so close baby." I whispered. "I know, just hold on. Let it build." he commanded. Michael had my legs wrapped around his waist, trapped against the mahogany headboard. "Who's Bad baby?" he growled. I couldn't answer, I had reached my climax. Michael came right after and we just held each other while our breath returned.
"I want to thank you for that. It was magical." he said thoughtfully. "You deserved it. You are working so hard, I just wanted to do something special for you." I replied. We fell asleep in each other's arms, but I awoke to find a note in Michael's place. It said: "Thank you again for last night. I didn't know all that was in you, girl. Downstairs, I made you breakfast so you wouldn't have to worry about it. Sorry I'm not there to see you wake up, I had to go to rehearsal. But maybe tonight, we can "Work Late" again. I love you more, Michael." I smiled, quietly excited for our after hours activities.
luhhh it!!!!
I had fun with this one 
