Michele let out a small yelp of surprise as Isaac lifted her off the floor and pushed her on the bed. Hearing the bed creak under their weight but she ignore it. Her breath caught in her throat. Panic filled her.  As he push her down and holding her as he held her wrist.  Then his lips were on her.  She melted under his kiss. The panic she felt faded. When he ended the kiss, she saw mischief in his eyes. Reminding Michele that she was safe with him.<br/><br/>“It is a miracle.” She giggled slightly at his joke while trying to keep her voice quiet. Listening to see if they had woke her mother. The snoring from the other room told her that they hadn’t.<br/>Michele felted conflicted. Loving the feel of his hand on her stomach and his other hand that was close around her wrist on pinning her to the bed. Yet felt trap at the same time. She got lost in his handsome yellow eyes. Watching her reaction carefully. That careful watching made her heart melt. Knowing that he didn’t want to make  mistake with her.  Slowly she withdrew hand from his. Rolling her and his to where they were side by side.<br/><br/>“Yes, a little. Just don’t .” Michele eyes darted down  as she quietly said. “ Don’t want to be held down.” She that he would understand, a little afraid she might be giving him mix singles. She didn’t want to hurt him or make a mistake either.<br/><br/>Golden yellow eyes lock with Michele’s hazel green eyes never breaking contact. She inched closer as he came closer to her body, enjoying the feel of his strong solid body next to hers. Pleasure rippled next through her as she felt his lips on hers. Never would she be able to get enough of his taste. Threading her finger though his hair as his tongue sought refuge in her mouth as he deepened their kiss.<br/><br/>Michele let out quiet moan as she felt Isaac hand grip her butt. Letting out another moan as she felt his hand under shirt. His nails lightly scratching her back.  Michele’s left arm was under him. She could only reach so much.  Other  hand was still fisted in his hair.  Slipping her hand under his shirt, lightly racking her nails on his skin. So lost in his kiss Michele not feeling him unhooking her bra. With each feel of his nails on her skin her juices pooled, her nipples harden. Not able to stop the moans that escape her. Nor would she want to if she was aware of them.<br/><br/>Her breath caught in her throat as she felt his erection against her crotch. Bringing to light just how much he was a aroused by their kiss. Panic would usually set in but she felt safe with him. Enjoying his touches and his kisses.  He would be the only one she could or would trust. She had always had ever since childhood. Even then she had loved him it was only now that she released it. She let out a little sigh as she felt him grasp and massage her breast. Letting her hand travel down from dark hair down his side she reached to rub his hard member. To realize that couldn’t reach with his arm in his way. So her hand traveled to his butt. She kneaded it with her fingers