Its not that you didn’t want him. It’s just he looked so pretty with his lips pouted and a little frown on his face. He was adorable when he didn’t get his way. When he was all whiney and needy for you.
“Mama, please,” he mumbled against your chest, kissing the exposed skin. He had laid his head against you for you to play with his hair. You should’ve known better. He always wanted more.
You tugged gently on his hair and felt him shiver, “Not now, Michael. I’m watching this,” Picking up the remote, you raised the volume just a bit.
He looked up at you, running a finger under the strap of your tank top and sliding it down your shoulder, “You’re so pretty. I just want to touch you. Can I just touch you?”
“Not yet,” you scold him, trying to ignore his touch. He had to learn that he couldn’t always have his way whenever he wanted it.
“So soft,” He said as he kissed your collarbone, “so pretty” he mumbled against your neck as he placed open-mouthed kisses.
You threaded your hands through his hair, allowing him that contact for a moment, “if you don’t let me finish my show, you won’t touch me all night”. He whimpered against your neck before returning his head to lay on your chest and waiting silently for your show to finish.
I need some needy young Michael
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