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began to kiss her thighs.
    "Oh, no Mr. Angel," she said as he began to
kiss her stomach and slide his body to the foot of the bed. "That
is very personal."
    Michael ignored her and gingerly pulled her
free of her last restraining garment.
    "Well," he said as he kissed her thighs and
carefully forced her legs apart. She resisted, but he was stronger.
"I am a very personal kind of guy."
    Melanie didn't fight him too much and
surrendered the position with one caveat.
    "You better be good at this," she said as she
grabbed his hair with one hand and began to bite a finger on the
other hand.
    Oh, damn , she thought after a few
seconds and a few tongue dashes from Michael, he's good .
    Michael was slow at first. He was not a
player, but he had been with enough women to know that a day of
work and a woman's diet could affect this entire experience. His
tongue flicked gracefully, and just like with the personality of
his partner, he was pleased with what he experienced; she was
wonderful.
    The pressure of her hand on his head was
perfect and Melanie moved her hips to position herself for him. As
he continued to tease her, she forced his head down onto her and
guided him. They worked together as a team; he took her hungrily
and she signaled to him what she found pleasing. When his eyes
glanced up, he could see that she had her own eyes closed and was
biting a nail.
    She still had a blouse on, and this affected
his view of her breasts, but he didn’t mind too much; her chest was
heaving rapidly and he found that motion to be just as enjoyable.
She began to buck into him and he returned his gaze to his task.
Again, they worked as a team and when she came, both hands went to
his head and ground him into her. If Michael could have smiled he
would have, but he wasn’t about to cease his actions until she was
finished.
    Her breathing calmed, and he kissed his way
up her stomach and around her blouse, then up to her neck. Melanie
smiled as he pulled away from her neck and slowly nuzzled her nose
while teasing her lips with his own.
    "Melanie," he whispered as he caught her
gaze. "The paintings are amazing," he stated honestly.
    Melanie smiled, wrapped her arms around his
neck and kissed him fully. She then rolled to one side, forcing
herself away from him. Sitting up, and with a swift motion, she
removed her blouse and bra. She sat there for a moment, naked and
hungry. Michael turned to his back and just watched her. She was
oddly backlit from the bright lights of the painting area below
them and at a distance. Half in light, half in shadow, he could
still make out her perky personality and the devilish grin that
took over her face.
    "Your turn, Mr. Angel," she said as she
leaned in and began to remove his clothes. Michael smiled, widened
his eyes, and welcomed his lover.

Chapter 3
     
     
     
     
    Michael awoke and took a moment to remember
where he was. When he did, he smiled and reached across the bed;
Melanie wasn't there. He took a deep breath and sat up slowly while
looking about the area of the loft; wherever she was, it wasn’t in
the immediate vicinity.
    Light from the painting alcove cast eerie
shadows across the ceiling, and Michael crawled across the bed so
that he could peer to the lower level. Thankfully, he had
remembered the low ceiling and refrained from getting out of bed
and standing; that would have been painful.
    As he looked below, he found his lover and
smiled. She was at her center canvas and focused on applying paint.
Michael watched her for a moment and then decided to join her. He
found his pants, put them on, then found his phone and checked the
time. It was early, only four AM.
    Not wanting to startle Melanie, he made no
attempt to be quiet in his approach. The steps from the loft
creaked noisily as they adjusted to his weight and the wooden
floors, while quieter, certainly made sounds of their own as he
walked to her.
    She was so focused on her canvas that she
didn't notice he was near, or if she did, she