All Chapters of Grooming Our Love: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

"It’d be easier if you just wore it the proper way," Michael commented, listening to my struggle as I tried on the new clothes he bought for me, experimenting with ways to make it... interesting. He was lying in bed, arms behind his head, eyes shut, legs crossed, still naked under that thin white blanket. That visible lump between his thighs made me squeeze my eyes shut and bite my lip to stifle my squirming. Groaning, I gave up on styling the overly "proper" outfit, tossed the belt on the floor, and flopped onto the edge of the bed, causing it to dip under my weight. "This is not me!" I shrieked, staring dramatically at the ceiling while fanning my eyes as they started to water. "My kind of fashion is calling me, Mikey. But I can’t— I can't reach back," I moaned like I was starring in a tragic soap opera, extending my arm toward some imaginary, far-off salvation. "It's just a suit, Ms. Kaufman. It won’t kill you," he replied nonchalantly. "Easy for you to say," I grumbled, glanci

NATASHAFull of pleasure, full of satisfaction, I lay there both invigorated and drained beside him.His lips planted a kiss on my bare shoulder as his hands traced the contours of my body. Each kiss sent thousands of volts through my veins."Did I tire you?" He asked, his voice laced with sweetness.Unable to muster a word, I hummed in reply, which morphed into a moan as he kissed the exposed skin of my neck."Damn, I love it when you make that sound," he hissed.He turned me to face him, wasting no time in capturing my lips in a lingering kiss, savoring every taste.My hand ran through his hair, tugging it gently enough to elicit a groan from him.His hand journeyed from a soft caress of my arm to cupping my breast, prompting a long moan from me. But that wasn't enough for him.His hand slipped between my thighs, but I caught it before he could reach my sensitive area."Mike, I can't..."He chuckled and let me be. "Pussy's still sore?"Instead, he caressed my thigh beneath the blank

NATASHA"Ouch! Ouch! Fuck, baby, it hurts!" Michael complained before I even pressed the cloth to his lips. His grip on my thigh tightened as he insisted on me sitting on his lap while I tended to his wound."Easy," he moaned."Stop being so melodramatic, it's just a small cut," I chided, pushing his forehead away with my middle and forefinger."But it hurts," he whined childishly."You didn't act like this when your dad landed two punches on your handsome face." I held up two fingers. "And now, you're acting like a baby.""Was I supposed to fight back while he was practically grinding my face into the floor?" He asked seriously."Your mom was there," I retorted."I wanted your arms around me."I rolled my eyes when I felt his hands slip underneath the hem of my dress, squeezing gently."Do you understand what I'm saying?" He asked, giving me a sensual stare."Are you really in pain, or you just want to put your hands on me, you pervert?" I threw the towel at his face and stood up."O

NATASHAI felt a pang of guilt. I hadn't expected Mike to envisage a future where we had a family together, with me as the mother of his child.Was it wrong for me to refuse?I still have so many things to experience, so many unanswered questions.I'm not ready yet.Would he understand my perspective?"Mike?" I called out to him as I dressed in a sheer yellow cardigan over a white tank top and ragged shorts.He was in the living room, on the phone, a frown etched on his face. I couldn't shake off the feeling of guilt.But was I wrong?Mike is like a labyrinth to me. He's difficult to understand, hard to read. Maybe because I don't know him that well.If I'm going to surrender my youthful days for him, the least I could do is to get to know him better, for him to earn my trust. Isn't that the right thing to do?"Mike?" I called him again. This time, he looked up.His frown deepened as his eyes scanned my body, as if he found something wrong with what I'm wearing.I looked down at what

NATASHAThe surprise on his face is evident as I asked for the shocking request, but he agreed to it."Let me pleasure you first," he said, and who am I to refuse? I wanted this, I want him and only him.I allowed him to touch me, removing my clothes in one swift motion while I helped him take off his top and shorts.He pulled me to sit above him.I could feel his hard rod teasing my wetness. There was no intercourse yet, but he guided my hips to move, to grind against him.The soles of my feet felt numb as my sensitivity ground against his hard muscle."Ahh... that's perfect, baby." He lay there watching me move slowly on top of him. "You're soaking wet for me," he uttered with a satisfied smile on his lips."You're making me," I replied, adding fuel to his already furious fire."Oh, you're motherfucking amazing, Natasha. Do you know that?" He pushed himself up using one hand before grabbing my ass and putting more force into deepening the kiss of our intimate connection.I couldn't