Extreme Exercise
America continues kissing and nibbling Michael's neck until she saw his reaction.
She knew that Michael didn't resist this temptation. Her flower hasn't been water for two months straight. Occasionally, she and Michael will do twice or thrice a week. They love love-making; it serves as their stress relievers when their bodies collide.
But from the moment Michael saw Zoey's name into Leo and Shane's entourage list, everything changed. Michael grew colder to her. The heat of their affection to one another started to fade.
America started unbuttoning Michael shirt and lose his tie. When she reached the last button, Michael reached her from his back and placed her on his lap. He initiated a deep kiss to America. Michael kissed her as if his life depends on her mouth and tongue.
He caressed her back and unzipped her dress. His hands roamed her back like he's trying to explore or find something on it. Their tongues were like swords' fighting with each other.
When both of them got irritated with the barriers on their bodies, Michael pushed America for a bit then hurriedly removed his shirt, unzip his pants. He even removed America's dress in a split-second after attending himself. He carried America on his bedroom and tossed her to his bed.
America and Michael's sex adventures were always tough and rough. These scenarios were common and normal for them. Tossing, spanking, biting, etc. are their norms.
When Michael tossed her, she knew that Michael lust reached its limits. He took off his underwear then tore America's undies, he even mastered unhooking America's brassière using his middle and index fingers.
As all the fences were destroyed, Michael entered his human heaven; he pressed and squeezed breast like a dough and suck the other. Nerves on her breast directly send the sensation to her brain, pleasure began engulfing her rationals.
America moaned from the sensation of what Michael is doing. She grabbed a handful of Michael's hair; it hurts but also gives her pleasure; even her cave with her legs was reacting frantically due to his initial actions.
When Michael got tried to her bosom, his hand traveled down to her cave. With the use of his two fingers, he found the entrance of her cave. He fondled her pearl above her cave. Juice was flowing up to her flower indicating that she was ready to receive him.
Even though America was ready, Michael didn't stop attending her downtown. He grabbed her legs down the edge of his bed and knelt as he sucked her pearl out. His tough technology was so powerful that America immediately reached her climax from the time Michael played her gem.
Michael returned kissing her while his hand kept entering her jungle. They were exploring each other's mouth. America, on the other hand, grabbed his third sword and hand-job him while delving his mouth as of her is searching for a piece of information. She gripped her sword tight which made Michael moaned so loud. It aroused him big time, it was like his sword grew an inch more.
When he cannot take it anymore, he pushed America bent over. He entered her from beside. It was like ecstasy for both of them as an oasis in the middle of the desert. They continued rocking each other body until they both reach their climaxes.
But before Michael reached his orgasm, he called one name that made America froze like a statue.
"I'm cumming Zoey; I'm cumming."
Rounds after rounds, the couple continued exploring, rocking and lusting each body until energy left their core.
Michael exerts a lot of energy making love with America; he collapses and went to a deep sleep. The combination of fatigue from his work plus the extreme exercise they did, made him like a dead man laying on his bed except for the fact that he is still breathing.
Moreover, as for America, hatred engulfed her. They've been together, but it is the first time Michael called her with that name. Since she arrived, she made their relationship on the rocks. What the fuck is wrong with that slut? She said to herself.
She wanted to destroy her, wanted to make her disappear permanently.
She looked at the man sleeping beside her, took his shirt and wrapped it against her body.
America stood up and went to his study table. She was somehow dumbfounded, mad, and hurt. She didn't know what to do, her heart aches so bad like she has a heart ailment or what.
She put her elbows over the table to support her head. She wanted to cry but also wanted to scream at the top of her lungs. America wanted to strangle him while he sleeps but didn't have the courage to hurt him.
"What should I do?" She softly said to herself.