"Why are we in New York?" I asked Michael. "I miss you sex" turned into never leave me again sex. I. Am. Sore. And I just want to lay in bed all day.
"The team and I have decided on a short film for 'Bad.' We've decided to call it 'Pressure.' Richard has already gotten the story and script written. We've already put out casting calls. Do you want to join me?" Michael looked back at me as he put on his shoes.
I gasped, clutching my invisible pearls, "I'm allowed?"
He laughed, rolling his eyes, "yes, babe."
"Well, yeah! What time is the casting call?"
"In an hour. Go on and get dressed," he stood up to make his way to the bathroom. Ugh, I'm so sore, I don't even want to stand. I don't think Michael and I have done it this much since our honeymoon. I hurried to the restroom to get ready. "You know I didn't meant to hurt you, right?" He said as he buttoned his red dress shirt.
"I couldn't tell," I began to brush my teeth.
"I really didn't. I felt we both needed a break. You were just as stressed out as I was, so I figured it'd be best if we were separate for a while."
I spit into the sink, "and you thought leaving me with Mariah was the perfect solution to that?"
"You dropped her off with Joseph."
"Yeah, but you didn't know that until after the fact. You were out living your best life, meanwhile in your mind, you had left me to deal with Mariah after what she said to us."
He sighed, "And I'm sorry." Rolling my eyes, I began to wash my face. "I'll never do that to you again. I promised, remember?"
"I hope you keep that promise."
"I will, baby," he stood behind me, wrapping his arms around my waist.
I winced, "not too tight. I'm sore, Michael."
He smiled, looking at my reflection in the mirror, "daddy put in work, didn't he?"
"Go finish getting dressed."
"I'm just waiting on you, baby," he kissed my cheek. "You know... I really started to miss the house with just you and me in it. Mariah added a whole new meaning to the house. I literally started to dread coming home."
Turning to face him, I looked in his eyes, "then why didn't you tell me that?"
He shrugged, "because that's your sister. I didn't want you to get offended."
"Sister or not. If she was putting a wedge in our marriage or making you dread coming home, you should have let me know. It's stuff like that, which has a marriage in ruins. Our marriage comes first, Michael. If you see a threat towards it. You better talk to me about it. Don't take matters into your own hands and disappear. At one point I thought you may have been intimate with Elizabeth Taylor."
His eyes grew wide, "you what?" I nodded. "Never in a million years, Shayla. I love Elizabeth dearly, but not that much."
"I know that was a reach, but you've been spending so much time with her, I didn't know what to think."
"Is it making you jealous?"
"Jealous? No. But the fact that you immediately sought refuge in her really irritated me."
"I actually didn't immediately seek refuge in her. Seeing me with her in the news made you think that."
"Which was the problem. I shouldn't know you're okay through the media. If that wasn't utter disrespect, I don't know what is."
"Michael!" Someone called from the living room, causing us to jump. Michael hurried to the living room with me following close behind him.
He sighed, "It's just Bill." He told me. "You scared us!"
"Are you ready? Everyone is waiting downstairs and you're nowhere to be found," Bill looked between Michael and me.
"Yeah, I'm ready. Shayla is going to be joining us, so I'm just waiting on her."
Bill shook his head, "oh, no. No. Frank said not to allow Shayla in that conference room."
Michael gave him a look, "Frank said what? Who do you and Frank work for? Me. I don't care what Frank has to say."
"Michael, bringing Shayla down there with all those actors and dancers will only cause a frenzy. Before you know it, Shayla is back in the news. You don't want that, do you, Shayla?" Bill looked at me. This has to be some type of manipulative tactic. They know I want to be there, but they also know that I don't want to be broadcast all over the news. This isn't fair. I thought we fixed this... "I didn't think so. Come on, Michael. Everyone is waiting on you."
Michael looked back at me, "I'm sorry, babe. Maybe next time," he followed Bill out.
"Bum, bum, bum bum. We're gonna hold that a while," I heard Michael say from the living room. I've been sleep all day. There's no telling how long Michael has been out. It's two in the morning. What is he doing up so late and why on earth is he making all that noise? I got up from the bed, wrapping myself in the comforter. "Bow. Buh duh duh duh bump! It's gotta be more intense!" I opened the door to find the living room lit with lights I hadn't seen in the room before and two other gentleman in the room. Everyone turned once they saw me. "Hey, baby," Michael came over to kiss me. "Did I wake you?"
I nodded, "what's going on in here?"
"We're choreographing for the short film. We've only got two days to choreograph. But we're going to start filming tomorrow."
"Oh," I yawned.
"Where are my manners?" Michael slapped his forehead with the palm of his hand. "Jeffrey, I can trust you, right? If not, you know I can get a confidentiality agreement written up in two seconds?" He joked.
Jeffrey laughed, "Yeah, Mike, what's up?"
"Guys," Michael smiled as he put his arm around me, bringing me over to them. "This is my wife, Shayla-Elizabeth."
"Your wife?" Jeffrey's eyes lit up. "Michael, no one told me you were married!"
"Yeah. I like to keep my private life, private."
Jeffrey shook his head, "I don't know, Michael... I don't think a marriage should be private. That's not something you want to hide..."
"I have to think of the fans in this instance, Jeff."
"You have to think about your wife first though, Mike."
Michael rolled his eyes, "we've talked about this. Shayla understands. What's understood doesn't need to be explained. Are you going to introduce yourself to my wife or not?"
The other gentleman walked over to me, "hi, Shayla. My name is Caszper. It's a pleasure to meet you," he pulled me in for a hug. "How long have you and Michael been married?"
"Three years," I informed him.
"Three years?" Jeffrey gasped.
"Jeffrey, introduce yourself," Caszper pushed him toward me.
"I'm sorry," Jeffrey hugged me. "I just can't believe Mike has been hiding such a beauty like yourself for three whole years."
"Yeah, yeah, yeah... You can back up now," Michael told him.
"When did you all meet?"
"In seventy-nine," I told him.
At that point, Jeffrey's eyes were practically out of his head, "this has been going on for almost three albums now? Michael, you sure know how to keep everyone guessing, don't you?"
Michael smiled mischievously, "come on, guys. Let's show Shayla what we've got." He went back to his spot in front of the guys and showed me the choreography. I tried to watch everyone to get an accurate critique, but I couldn't keep my eyes off of Michael. The way he pouted his lips and tightened them, making them smaller as he accentuated each and every lyric. The bottom left half of his red blouse was sticking out of his pants. And the sweat that drenched his face reminded me of the sweat drenched morning we had. The way he rotated his hips as he stepped out with his right leg reminded me of the way he rotated his hips while inside me this morning. I couldn't help but to cock my head slightly to the left as I watched him immensely. The rhythm he had in his dancing was the exact same rhythm he incorporated when we made love and I wanted it again. Bad. "So, what'd you think, babe?" He asked me as my mind raced at the many different things I was about to do to him tonight. "Babe," he snapped me away from my thoughts. "What'd you think?"
Clearing my throat, "I think you all did wonderful. Excellent actually, but um, Michael. It's three a.m. Don't you think it's about time they go home now?"
He looked confused, "no. why?" I cleared my throat again, smiling as I blinked profusely until he finally got it. "Oh," he blushed. "You heard the Mrs., guys. I think you all should go on and get some rest," Michael came over to me, putting an arm around my shoulder.
Jeffrey grinned, "Oh, I see what this is. Y'all 'bout to get buck wild. We're all grown. You can say it," he laughed as he gathered his things.
Michael laughed, "y'all get on out of here!"
"You better bring all that energy with you on set tomorrow!" Caszper called back as he and Jeffrey made their way into the elevator.
"Yeah, Michael, you better beat it!" Jeffrey teased before the elevator door closed. I looked at Michael, who in turn looked at me with lust filled eyes.
"What was it, babe?" He bit his lips.
"Everything," I knelt down before him to unzip his pants. "The way you gyrated those hips. The sweat dripping down your face and the way you moved so effortlessly between each and every step only made me want you more and more and more," I licked my lips as I pulled down his pants and boxers revealing his erection. He just gave me so much of it this morning, but it just seemed as though I couldn't get enough. All that soreness went away hours before. I can take everything and then some all over again. I eagerly took the tip in my mouth to hear a slight gasp and groan escape from Michael's mouth. Taking the rest of him in my mouth made him slightly suck a bit of air into his mouth through his teeth almost as if he were wincing. He's always enjoyed the warmth of my mouth around him as I only aimed to please my husband and nothing less. Over time the lack of my gag reflex only made him more excited as I was able to take him deeper into my mouth with little to no problem bringing him to heights he's never experienced. It's true when they say married sex is the best sex. I was always nervous of that before as people have always told me that sex gets worse or even there's little to none, so I was always scared of that happening to me and Michael, but that's never happened to us. We learn and try different things with each other and it's only made it better over the years.
"Look at me, baby," he instructed as I looked up at him with his erection still in my mouth. He smiled, "you are so beautiful." With him in my mouth, I'm sure I do look beautiful... I almost laughed, but gained my composure as I concentrated on pleasing him. Twirling my tongue around the tip, stroking him with one and both hands. Michael was on cloud nine when I stroked and sucked with two hands. He threw his head back, smiling. A slight laughter escaping his lips as he enjoyed each and every second of me pleasing him. I could never get him to orgasm with just oral as he just gets so excited that he just wants to be inside of me, but I'm going to make sure that doesn't happen tonight. I want to please him. "Baby," he looked down at me, a pained yet satisfied expression was on his face. I could tell he wanted to be inside. "I want you so bad right now."
I took him out of my mouth, licking my lips as I continued to stroke him with one hand, "I know."
He smiled, "who knew such an innocent woman like yourself would be capable of something like this? You look so beautiful with all that saliva on your face. You have no idea."
I laughed, "seriously?"
He nodded, "you really do." They say the best sex includes laughter. Michael and I must experience the best sex ever in that case.
"I want you to cum in my mouth..."
He gasped, "Shayla..." I nodded. "You are so bad, girl. What am I going to do with you?"
I stood up to meet him, biting my lip, "everything." He looked me in the eyes, pupils dilated as his breaths grew deeper. "I missed you and I can't get enough of you." He didn't say anything. Just picked me right up, laying me on the couch as he pulled down my panties. Hovering above me, he ran his middle finger along the line of my yoni as he kissed me intensely. No matter what we went through before or after we got married, I secretly enjoyed the fact that he was experienced. He knew how to excite me. How to handle me. He listened for the cues to either continue doing what he was doing or to stop to tease me. He knew how to make love to me. Michael knew how to love me. Thank God this man is my husband, because if he weren't, I'd be one attached woman. I see why Ola Ray and all those other women he messed with continued relentlessly to get more of him. All fame aside, Michael knew how to make love to a woman, so I just might understand the slight obsession they had with my husband. Michael isn't the innocent persona he puts out for the public, which is a blessing and a curse in its own right. He ripped open my tank, kissing both breasts down to my navel and finally to my yoni to make love to me with his oh so heavenly mouth. I swear this is my favorite part. As if it isn't already a tease looking at him lick or bite his lips all day, this right here made up for it all. Michael knew what he was doing when it came to pleasing me. I gasped deeply as he parted my own vertical smile with his tongue and licked up towards my swollen pearl. My back slightly arched upward at something as simple as that. The blessing of him having such an innocent public persona was the simple fact that he was a freak for me and no one else. I don't think any other male entertainer can vouch for that. Michael looked up at me with penetrating eyes as he licked and sucked at my yoni. I loved eye contact. He loved eye contact. Not only was it immensely sexy and I felt like I was being challenged, but I loved the intimacy it brought.
He licked his lips and began to finger me, "you taste so good. You know I could stay down here for hours just pleasing you all night. I don't even want to cum." I smiled as I watched him finger me. "But," he sat up to unbutton his shirt revealing his now caramel chest. The skin lightening didn't even bother me anymore, but it definitely bothered Michael. He hovered atop of me, running the tip of his erection along the line of my yoni. "I can't help but to be inside and I know you want me there too," he continued to tease.
I nodded, "I do."
"Tell me," he teased. "Tell me how bad you want me inside you." Michael always loved to talk during sex. It took me a while to get used to it, but I learned to love it too. I loved how aggressive he could be. How he commanded I tell him I wanted him inside. How he would ask me how much I loved it. And most importantly when he would tell me I wasn't allowed to cum yet...
"I want you inside of me," I breathed.
"Why?" He tapped my pearl.
"I missed you."
"How much did you miss me?"
"So, much baby..." I groaned.
"You missed daddy, didn't you?"
I nodded, "I did." He kissed my forehead and slowly began to insert his thick erection inside my yearning yoni. I gasped at the familiar thickness. No matter how much I've been with him, that first stroke... That first insert... The feel of the tip penetrating me for the first time, was always the best. No matter how many times Michael and I have made love, he always made me feel like a virgin. Touched for the very first time... He kissed my lips as he stroked slowly. He reached down to rub my pearl. Such a multi-talented individual. How did I ever get so lucky? I guess it was true. He really didn't even want to cum. He wanted me to have it all. Oh my am I in for a ride...