Although I put on a good show, my kissing skills were far from Michael's. Michael didn't take long to strip me of my right to be the director. My lips were pried open by him, and a warm and soft tongue went straight in, hooking my tongue and kissing it deeply.
Before the kiss ended, I felt something hot and hard against my thigh. At the last moment, I couldn't help but blush, but I couldn't help butspread my legs, opening everything to Michael.
Then, I felt something tighten around my waist. Michael wrapped his arms around my waist and stopped me from moving.
"Go to sleep," Michael said with a hint of lust.
I pursed my lips. "It's not good for you to sleep like this," I said softly. I'll help you with my hands, okay?"
However, Michael only smiled and did not let go of my waist. He said, "That's all. Good night."
What? That was it?
"Good night?" I repeated unhappily, my body looking forward to more and deeper contact.
