LUST
By
Belit
Disclaimer:
I
don’t own them.
Rating:
NC-17
Summary:
AU. No aliens. Can be summarized as; Christmas, smut, Michael and Maria…
Notes:
Thanks to Charlotte for beta reading it!
Lust…
It
was all she could feel as she followed the swift movements of his hands. He
had big hands. Big, strong… She could imagine how they would feel on her
skin. She shivered at the thought.
He
handed her the coffee cup without once looking up. She took it carefully, not
letting their fingers touch. Who knew what could happen if they touched? He
was killing her just by existing…
“Tall,
black,” he said distractedly to her, and gave her the change.
Tall.
She always ordered tall. That way she could spend more time there pretending
not to watch him.
She
took the coffee and made her way to her table. She positioned herself at the
perfect spot where she knew she could watch him without being too obvious, and
opened her book.
It
had been a month since she had moved there. The place wasn’t her first
choice, but it was cheap and just had to do until she could afford better. Her
apartment was on the fourth floor of the coffee shop’s building. Yeah, lucky
for her. It made it quite easy to see him every day.
She
had first seen him the night after she moved in. Having nothing to eat, she
had found herself downstairs in front of the closed coffee shop. She had stood
there unmoving for what seemed like an eternity, and watched him sweep the
floor.
She
was 24 years old. She had seen topless guys before. She had seen plenty of naked
guys in college actually, but none of them had prepared her for the way he
looked. She had found herself trembling as she watched the way his muscles
moved, the way sweat trickled down his chest… Completely forgetting about
food, she had run back upstairs with wobbly knees.
She
had become addicted to watching him in the last few weeks. There was something
about him. She wasn’t denying being horny. But it wasn’t totally about
that. He wasn’t just a good looking guy she wanted to fulfil her need with.
It was scary to even think that, but she was starting to believe that he was
the need.
Turning
another unread page of the book, she tried to keep her eyes away from him. One
day… One day she was going to either stop watching or finally do something
extremely stupid. One day…
-
- -
“So,
Guerin… Are you still refusing to make a move?”
Michael
Guerin turned his death glare to Kyle Valenti. Could his day get any worse?
The guy was a complete jackass, but Michael had to bite his lip and stop
himself from snapping at him. It wouldn’t be a good idea since he was
working for the jerk’s father. It was sad, but he needed the pathetic excuse
for a job.
“What
are you talking about Kyle?”
“The
blonde chick, she’s hot!” Kyle said with a grin that made Michael want to
puke.
He
looked over to the corner table where she always sat, and let himself see
her. Her hair was wild, wavy and falling around her face. She was small. And
delicate. Yes, he knew she had delicate hands, he had delivered her coffee for
long enough to notice that.
Her
small hand reached up to push a strand of hair behind her ear as he watched,
and their eyes met for a brief moment. Time stopped, and he froze where he
stood, unable to look away. She had green eyes. Long eyelashes. Pink lips.
Then everything turned back to normal, and she lowered her head to her book,
letting her hair cover her blush.
She
looked beautiful when she blushed.
Michael
jerked away in disgust when Kyle put his arm over his shoulder. “She wants
you,” he stated.
“Don’t
be ridiculous,” Michael muttered as he kept himself busy arranging cups.
“Hey,
you know, I can get lucky if you’re not interested…”
Kyle
smirked at Michael’s obvious discomfort, and shook his head. The guy was
just clueless…
-
- -
Maria
walked down the crowded street, hopping like a little girl as she watched the
twinkling lights everywhere. It was funny to watch so many people get all
flustered over a holiday. They were buying presents, trees and food in a haste
to make Christmas perfect for their families. No one was going to use those
presents, and half the food was going to be thrown away. Trees were going to
die, and the sweet panic of another past Christmas would be locked away in
people’s memories in a couple of days.
Except
for her.
She
didn’t have a family to share Christmas with anymore. She didn’t have
anyone to buy presents for. Most of the time she enjoyed living alone, and not
having to explain her every action to everyone. Freedom… It felt good.
Powerful. But sometimes… Sometimes she was just lonely. Sometimes she just
needed someone else’s warmth.
Stopping
in front of a red and white window display, she thought about buying a tree
for her apartment. It could make her feel a little more Christmassy maybe. But
seeing the prices, she quickly changed her mind. She couldn’t chance
starving just to make herself feel up to singing Jingle Bells.
She
entered the coffee shop soaking wet, water dripping from her hair. The only
thing worse than a lonely Christmas was a rainy Christmas. Wasn’t it
supposed to be snowing? Didn’t they have laws for that kind of thing?
Taking
off her coat, she sat at the counter with the dream of a hot chocolate. She
usually never sat at the counter. It was too close. Watching from afar was
okay, but being close enough to touch was dangerous. She had started to
confuse reality with fantasy a long time ago when it came to him. She needed
to believe she was still sane, and kissing the guy out of nowhere would make
that really hard.
At
that moment, cold and wet, all she could think about was drinking something
hot, and doing it fast. The stools at the counter were much closer to the hot
liquids she knew they were hiding back there. She wasn’t capable of thinking
any further than that.
Her
eyes caught movement at the other side and she reached to grab the familiar
brown haired guy’s arm. “Can I have a hot chocolate please?”
Kyle
smirked at the girl and looked around for a cup. Where the hell did Guerin
keep those?
Filling
a cup he hoped was clean with something he thought was hot chocolate, he
handed it to the girl. “Here you go.”
She
grabbed the cup and drank the brown liquid without even tasting it. It was hot
and that was enough.
After
she finished her first cup, she noticed the guy leaning against the wall,
watching her. She rose her eyebrow questioningly at him. What the hell was his
problem?
“Kyle
Valenti,” he said, extending his hand to her.
She
hesitated for a moment, but decided to be nice. It was Christmas after all.
“Maria DeLuca. Nice to meet you.”
“So,
Ms DeLuca,” Kyle said slyly, leaning towards her above the counter. “…Do
you live close to here? I always see you around.”
“I
do actually,” Maria stated, already sorry that she had decided to play nice
for once.
“You
always come alone. Such a shame. A beautiful lady like you…”
Kyle’s
words were cut short with the sound of a banging door. Michael Guerin placed
one firm hand on his shoulder, and pulled him slightly back, away from Maria.
“Kyle, you can leave now, I can handle the rest.”
Maria's
heart fluttered in her chest, and her body started to throb all over with the
knowledge that he was so close. She wanted to close her eyes, and just listen
to his voice. She was sure it would be enough to carry her over the edge all
by itself, but his face so close was too much of a temptation.
Kyle
mumbled a silent goodbye, and headed out. She wasn’t that hot anyway.
Definitely not hot enough to get beaten up by the big bad Guerin. That guy had
problems… and muscles…
Michael
kept his hands busy and his eyes away from the only customer in the shop. She
was staring. That was a first. She was just staring at him wide eyed with a
shocked expression on her face. It was starting to get to him.
He
stopped in front of her, and sighed in exasperation. Meeting her eyes dead on,
he tried to keep his back off
glare. She ducked her head and blushed. Damn, she looked so hot when she
blushed.
Her
ivory skin was now a little pink around her cheeks. Her hair was wet and
plastered around her face, making her look like a lost puppy. He gulped when
his eyes travelled down, and her cleavage entered his view. He tried to push
away the pictures of her naked breasts from his mind. Not good. Undressing
customers was so not good.
Her
eyes met his, her blush deepening every second, and he felt trapped. Even
though he knew she had no idea what he had been thinking about, it felt
terrible to get caught like that. He probably had guilty written all over him.
She
wet her lips, gathering her courage to talk without squeaking. Her mind
screamed too close as she found
herself getting fast away from reality. It was just two words she needed to
say, but it took all her strength to get them out.
“Thank
you,” she said with the most soft and melodic voice he'd ever heard. His
brow creased for a moment as he tried to figure out what she was talking
about. He hadn't served her, and he hadn't talked to her… Oh… Kyle…
He
nodded once, terrified of saying something stupid if he talked.
Pushing
the cup away, she stood up abruptly. That wasn’t good. She had started to
think about how he would smell, and pictured herself burying her face in his
neck. That couldn’t be good. She had to get out before she embarrassed
herself.
With
one small smile that made his stomach muscles clench and flutter, she ran
outside into the pouring rain. When she was out of his sight he took a deep
breath and went back to work, his mind starting to create pictures of her he
knew he wouldn’t be able to shake away.
Maria
was sitting cuddled in her comforter in her way
too small balcony, sipping her milk and watching the stars when she heard
the familiar roar of the engine. She looked down, her heart already running a
mile a minute, and watched as he sped away on his bike.
Damn!
He just had to have a bike, didn’t he?! She had always had a thing for the
image of the biker rebel type, and seeing him, her sex god in black jeans,
straddle the machine was just too much for her poor old heart. The way his
hair flew in the wind, and his strong hands gripping the…
Okay,
stop, stop, stop!!
She
had started to pant just from the thought. She didn’t need to torture
herself further by getting all hot and flustered with only her teddy bear
waiting for her in her bed.
She
sighed and hugged the comforter closer. It was nothing new. Just another
lonely night. She could make it through. She knew she could.
-
- -
Michael
was enjoying the silence. It wasn’t everyday that he got to relax and be
alone in the damn shop. The place was constantly swarming with people. Not
tonight though. Tonight he was going to enjoy making easy money. Everyone was
enjoying Christmas Eve with their families. He had no idea why they were
supposed to be open, but he wasn’t about to complain. Extra cash was always
welcome.
He
sighed and cursed inwardly when he heard the door open. Just his luck!
He
stood up slowly, scowling without a care about what the customer might think.
The damn customer was invading his peaceful night, and he was intent on making
his discomfort known.
He
froze in his spot when he saw who was standing in front of him.
The
blonde girl, in her pyjamas…
What
the hell…?
She
was hugging herself uncomfortably, her face frozen from the cold wind outside.
He suspected that the things she wore did almost nothing to warm her up. His
eyes roamed over her body. They definitely did nothing to hide what was
underneath. His eyes found her feet and he looked at her questioningly.
“You
forgot to wear shoes.”
“I
know,” she said nodding, an expression of distress on her face. “I…I
kinda left in a hurry.”
“I
can see that,” he said looking at her pyjamas. They were cute. Childish. Not
sexy. Then why the hell was he finding it hard to breathe?
“I…
Uh…” she looked around anxiously. “I kinda need a little help. Can you
come with me upstairs for a second?”
He
looked around, there was no one to cover for him. But the place was empty
anyway. Should he just… What did she need help for? He forced the naughty
thoughts away from his mind. This was real life, things didn’t work here
like they did in porn movies.
Nodding
to her once, he grabbed the keys and followed her.
-
- -
“That’s
it, right here…”
She
opened the door with the spare key she kept under the doormat, and entered the
apartment with caution. She was just walking in with her bare feet when she
heard his firm voice.
“Wait!”
She
followed his gaze and saw the pieces of her favourite mug right in front of
her. She had completely forgotten about dropping it. Kneeling to gather the
pieces, she pointed him to the bathroom.
“It’s
in there. But be careful. It’s huge!”
He
tried to hide his smile at her wide eyes. So naïve.
Spotting
the huge cockroach on the tiled
floor, he casually raised his foot to step on the problem. His boots seemed
like the easiest solution.
“Nooo!!!”
He
stopped and turned around to face her. What was her problem now? She ran
inside and came back with an empty jar. He looked stupefied as he took it from
her. What was that supposed to mean? What were they going to do with a jar?
“Put
it in the jar,” she explained, looking at him like he should have guessed
it.
“What?
You’ll keep the bug?”
She
stepped back a little as he tried to force the cockroach in with the lid of
the jar. “No… I just… don’t want to kill it.”
“What
are you gonna do with it?” he asked, watching the bug as it tried to crawl
out.
“I
don’t know. Throw it out I guess.”
“It’ll
come back. You should kill it.”
“No!
I don’t feel like killing anybody tonight.”
Michael
smirked, “Good to know.”
They
stood there for a moment, looking at each other. Time stopped, and the world
around them blurred. The girl -he still didn’t know her name- was shining.
She looked like a mirage with her golden hair, green eyes and pink lips…
He
shook himself to stop staring. This wasn’t right. He wasn’t supposed to be
there. He wasn’t supposed to complicate his life again. He needed
simplicity. He wanted it. Working in a coffee shop was simple. Going home and
watching TV was simple. Standing in a beautiful young woman’s apartment in
the middle of the night definitely wasn’t.
He
held out the jar to her absentmindedly, and jerked it away when a shriek
escaped her lips. “Uh… Sorry. You want me to take this?”
“Yes!
Please, thank you.” Nodding once, he headed towards the door.
-
- -
Michael
was sitting in the shop alone, bored out of his mind, talking to the cockroach
in the jar.
“You’re
a lucky bastard, I would have killed you if not for her.”
His
brow furrowed as he found himself thinking about her once again. He had wanted
to kiss her so badly. But that thought was leading to others, like pushing her
up against a wall and tearing her clothes off. He didn’t need another woman
in his life. Another woman who would seem like an angel at first, but in time
turn into a demanding, blood sucking vampire. He was through with women. He
didn’t want them. Nope. He didn’t…
He
looked around to find something to feed to the bug, but all they had around
was coffee beans. He didn’t think it would go for that. He tapped on the
glass to get its attention. “What do you guys eat?”
“You
can try sugar…”
His
heart skipped a beat. She was there. Again. In her pyjamas.
Damn…
“You
have shoes this time…” he stated looking at her feet.
“Yeah,”
she said, slowly walking closer to him.
She
sat down on a stool in front of him, and extended her hand to him. “Maria
DeLuca.”
He
gulped and touched her hand tentatively. Delicate. Soft. Just like he thought
they would feel. “Michael Guerin.”
She
gave him a shy smile, and ducked her head slightly. “So… you’re keeping
my cockroach?”
He
chuckled. “It was keeping me company.”
“Why
are you working tonight?”
He
pushed the jar away from where she was sitting, and shrugged. “Got nothing
better to do.”
“I
know… Me too…” she said, her eyes lingering on his face.
“You
know… Uh… I…” Why she was suddenly stuttering, she had no idea. She
had the whole conversation planned in her head before she entered the shop,
but now, under his intense gaze, she couldn’t remember a word of it. “You
can… you know… come upstairs if you want… after work or something.
Tonight… or tomorrow night… of course if you have nothing better to do…
which I'm sure you do… But I’ll try to cook… and I don’t have anything
else to do…”
She
closed her eyes tightly, and counted inwardly to ten. That had been lame.
Really really lame. She stood up abruptly. “Uh… You know what… I…”
She
turned to leave, but changed her mind before she could take one step away, and
faced him again. “Are you married?” she asked suddenly, looking in his
eyes to see the truth.
“No.”
“Are
you in a committed relationship?”
“No,”
Michael said, and swallowed hard as she took a step closer to him.
“Okay,”
she said under her breath, and her eyes dropped to his lips. Perfect. She had
imagined how they would feel a million times. Her hand came up to softly touch
his chin and trace his slightly parted lips.
“I'm
going to kiss you then,” she said in a hoarse whisper, her chest heaving
with her laboured breathing.
Michael
watched in slow motion as she raised on her toes, and pushing herself up on
the counter with her hands, pressed her lips to his.
It
was supposed to be a soft kiss. That was what she’d had in mind. She was
going to kiss him to prove to herself that he wasn’t anything out of this
world, and that she wasn’t a coward. But once their lips touched, and she
felt his hands cup her face, she knew there was no way in hell she could keep
the kiss innocent.
Her
lips moved against his sensually. Soft. Warm. He opened his mouth greedily,
and tasted her. Sweet. There was a small voice at the back of his mind telling
him to slow down, but he pushed it away. It was already too late.
He
tried to pull her closer to feel her against him, but then remembered the
counter between them. Damn! How was he going to get to the other side without
breaking the kiss?
Convincing
himself that she wouldn’t run away if he let her go just for a couple of
seconds, he pulled back slightly. He looked at her face; her eyes were closed,
her lips were red and she was breathing hard. The sight awoke something primal
inside him. He had to touch… feel… taste…
His
eyes drifted to the glass doors right behind her, and he saw a couple walking
by. Lights. He had to get to the light switch.
Moving
faster than he'd ever done before, he reached for the light switch. Satisfied
with the dim light in the room coming from the street lamp, he jumped over the
counter to get to her. There she was; still standing in her pyjamas, her chest
heaving with every excited breath she took.
Unwilling
to listen to reason, he wrapped his arms around her slim waist and pulled her
body flush against his. Warm and soft. Just as he imagined. Just as she
looked. Her eyes were still closed, and her lips were searching for his in a
daze. He would have watched her face all night if the desire hadn’t been so
maddening. He took her lips again in a searing kiss, and let go of his
remaining control with the feel of her hands in his hair.
Their
tongues fought a battle neither wanted to win as his hands dared to slip under
her top. Her skin was as smooth as it looked. He let his hands travel up her
chest, one word echoing in his head. Cream. She felt like cream.
Her
head fell back and broke their kiss when the hands she'd dreamt about for so
long touched her breasts. He groaned when he felt her skin without any
restrictions. No bra. Damn! He wasn’t ready for this.
But
ready or not, she was there, and he wasn’t about to let go.
His
lips kissed a trail of fire down her neck, making her knees so weak that she
had to lean against the counter behind her to stay standing. Her hands gripped
his shoulders, strong and firm under her touch. She had always thought that
she was above the strong man fetish most women seemed to have… Well… She'd
been wrong.
Even
his scent was strong. Masculine. His large hands, cupping her breasts, were
moving slowly, kneading the soft flesh, and she wanted to scream for him to
hold her harder, stronger, pull her closer until she couldn’t breathe.
His
lips reached the cotton pyjama top covering her, and he growled in
frustration. He pulled his hands away from her breasts to unbutton the
annoying piece of clothing, and couldn’t help but feel triumphant when she
gasped at the loss of his touch.
He
unbuttoned her top slowly, his heart thumping loudly in his chest. His
breathing was laboured and erratic, and it was the only sound in the room. He
held his breath as the soft material slipped down her shoulders to expose the
creamy white skin of her chest.
Suddenly
he was a teenager again, about to have a heart attack from excitement. She
was… exquisite. His hands tentatively reached to touch her waist once more.
He was too scared to place them any higher.
He
enjoyed the view for a moment. Her too large pyjama bottoms were folded low on
her hips, showing her taut stomach. A blush rose from her ivory breasts to her
neck as he gazed at her freely, apparently making her feel self-conscious. It
only made him want to watch her more.
It
was perfection. Her dark pink nipples were erect and taunting him with every
rise and fall of her chest. The curve of her breasts, the way she arched her
neck… Her every move was graceful. And definitely sexy.
Finally
his eyes settled on her face, and he frowned. Her eyes were still closed.
He
took a step closer to her, mating their lower bodies. She gasped and swallowed
hard when she felt his erection pressing against her through their clothes. He
wanted her, that was for sure. Why was she still so scared?
He
leaned closer, and whispered to her ear, his breath scorching her skin.
“Maria, open your eyes.”
All
she could manage was to let out a whimper as he nipped through her jawline. He
whispered again when his lips reached hers. “Maria…”
He
pulled back to watch her face after giving her a brief, soft kiss. Her eyes
slowly opened, like the act itself was a torture to her, and she looked right
at him with a hunger he hadn't expected to see.
Green.
Bright green. He could swear that they saw right through his soul. She was an
angel, or a fairy, or… He wasn’t sure what… Something magical…
Entrancing…
His
hand, so big and strong that it could crush her easily, reached up to caress
her cheek. His touch had a gentleness she would have never thought he had in
him. She had imagined him wild, demanding, forceful… Not gentle…
She
leaned in to his touch and moaned, unable to control herself anymore. His
knees trembled. Looking deep in his eyes, with one soft moan she had abandoned
herself to him. A part of him wished to have never asked her to open her eyes.
It would have kept things from getting deeper, and more meaningful. Not that
it was now. It was just…
Oh
hell… He was beyond caring…
His
lips covered one nipple, causing her to let out a guttural moan and arch her
back towards him, as his other hand held her other breast. Her hands grabbed
his head, pulling him closer to make him take more of her in his mouth. At
that moment, he would have swallowed her whole if he could. He was craving for
her skin.
He
tasted every inch of her chest until her impatient hands started to pull up
his t-shirt. He was setting her on fire, and causing the desire she held for
him to intensify with every touch. It felt like the only thing that could
satisfy her need was his skin, but a part of her knew that it would only make
her want more of him. She couldn’t foresee an end for the hunger he made her
feel.
Dropping
his t-shirt on the floor, her hands touched his skin in awe. He was more than
she remembered. Her lips attacked his chest without wasting one moment with
hesitation. She had wanted to taste him for a month now. She wouldn’t be
able to stop herself even if she wanted to.
He
was struggling to stay upright as her mouth moved along his chest, sucking his
flesh greedily, biting his nipples… His legs were getting weak, and his
erection was almost unbearable. He had to stop her.
His
fingers delved in her hair, and softly pulled her away from the hickey she’d
been so intently working on. Her dazed look and flushed cheeks made him groan
again. She was going to be the death of him, that was for sure. “Maria…”
Her
lips silenced him before he could say more, and again he found himself getting
lost in her taste.
Grabbing
her thighs, he wrapped her legs around him. Her centre grinding to his
erection made him move faster, and he found a nearby booth to place her on.
Her hands flew to his jeans as soon as he pulled back from her, but he pushed
them away. He had other plans.
Maria…
on a table… naked…
Oh
yeah… A perfect meal…
Wrapping
one arm around her waist, he lifted her up enough to pull her pyjama bottoms
down along with her panties. His hand lingered on the perfectly smooth curve
of her hips, and closing his eyes, he enjoyed the feel before he actually let
himself see her.
Slowly,
he lowered her on the table and gently pushed her to lay her down on it. He
took his time to let her get accustomed to the cool surface. Her skin was too
tender for a rough place like that, but upstairs was way too far away. He
lacked the patience.
It
was just as he had imagined. Silky white on the brown old table… She was
shining.
His
hand parted her thighs as he trailed kisses down her torso. His fingers
touched the moist curls he revealed, and his tongue lapped at her navel,
causing her to moan and move her hips to meet his fingers. Neither of them had
any more patience left.
Parting
her lower lips with his fingers and tongue at once, he felt dizzy with her
scent and tangy taste assaulting his senses. Her fingers gripped his hair to
pull him closer as if he wouldn’t have moved closer if it was physically
possible. Her hips rocked uncontrollably, and she moaned her appreciation to
him in abandon.
Michael
just moved his fingers inside her expertly as his tongue caressed her moist
heat the way he could see she liked. To him, motions had lost their
importance. He was enjoying having
her. He had her with the most
primal meaning of the word. Maybe not for long. Maybe it was only for a short
period of time. But at that perfect moment, as her little feet caressed the
skin of his back, she was everything… And she was his.
“Oooh…
God… Please, please, please, please…”
She
wasn’t even sure what she was begging for. Her body was burning from the
inside out. Her throat was hurting, and her lips felt dry. There was a fast
growing ache in her abdomen, and it made her feel like she was about to
explode. His fingers kept moving in and out of her, getting faster, and
pushing her closer to the edge with every moment.
Then
it happened. All of a sudden the sweet torture of his tongue was just too much
to handle. Her body arched off the table and rose impossibly until the flames
engulfed her, and she started falling.
He
grabbed her hips keep them from moving, and lapped all she could give, feeling
like a conqueror. Her body stopped spasming after a while, and he felt her
hand tugging him up. He complied willingly, and captured her lips in a kiss as
deep as a kiss could possibly get.
Her
hands moved hurriedly down his back, and one of them snaked its way inside his
jeans to caress his skin. He felt her unbutton his jeans, and sighed
gratefully. It had almost been too much to take… Almost…
Her
feet reached up to push his jeans further down with difficulty and he felt her
hands cup his face with a feather-like touch. “Pleease…” she whimpered,
looking in his eyes. Like she needed to ask…
He
helped her push his boxers down, and reached for his wallet. Then he
remembered…
Damn!
He
closed his eyes to gather some control. He was hardly keeping his tears of
frustration in check. He had removed the condom just to keep himself from
doing this. What a great idea had
that turned out to be!
“I
don’t have a condom,” he told her with a wry smile, brushing his face to
her navel longingly.
Her
fingers traced his chin and tilted his head up to meet her eyes. “It’s
okay,” she said, nodding her head, and watched with adoration as his lips
broke into a grin.
He
was so much… more… than she had
imagined him to be.
PART 4
They
both sighed as he slowly entered her. The feel of her around him was almost
intolerable, and it was Michael’s turn to moan uncontrollably. He buried his
face in her chest as he waited for his body to adjust to her heat. His lips
latched on to a nipple and he bit it softly to keep himself distracted.
The
need to move was too intense to resist, but his knees were too weak to keep
him standing any longer. “I… need to sit…” he muttered to her chest,
and wrapped her body around himself with the last shred of strength left in
him.
He
looked for a place to sit, but they were all either too far away, or too
uncomfortable. Finally, giving up the search, he sat on the floor; on top of
the clothes they had thrown there earlier.
He
hissed in her ear when she let her weight rest on him and made him sink deeper
inside her. They sat motionless to savour the feeling. His hands caressed her
back and hips almost in a daze, and she placed unconscious kisses on his neck.
Maria
could feel his heart beating against her chest… his heat enveloping her…
his breath tickling her ear… His hard erection was throbbing inside her,
making her feel every aching inch, and causing her already out of control
desire to triple. But the soothing caress of his hands and lips were lulling
her to a peaceful trance. He had a contradicting nature, and it was
overwhelming her.
Michael
was content with the feel of her, but after a while, it started to hurt not to
move. With a newfound strength, his hands gripped her hips and moved her up.
A
surprised shriek escaped her lips with the first jolt of pleasure running
through her. She bit his neck to keep herself from screaming and tried to help
him. It was too hard. With every move, she could feel him brush against her
walls, and the friction was intolerable. She bit him harder, and hugging his
body close, she let him move her.
It
was impossible to stop; yet, he was sure the movement was going to kill him.
Her lips on his neck were providing a little distraction, but it wasn’t
enough. Maybe if she cut his arm, he would stop feeling the torture he was
inflicting on himself.
It
was too hot. Their bodies were slick with their combined sweat. He could feel
the cool air hit his heated skin, but it was nowhere near enough to cool down
the heat rising from inside him. Flames… He could feel the flames.
Her
whimpers rose to screams as he sped up, and he felt her body start to tremble
in his arms. Was she cold? She felt hot. It scared him to think she could be
hurt or sick. There was a feeling he'd felt his entire life, the fear of
hurting something precious and vulnerable, it suddenly hit him like a ton of
bricks. Had he been too rough? He cursed himself for getting so lost, and
slowed down his pace.
She
felt him stop and let out a whining moan. She simply could
not stop now. It wasn’t possible. She didn’t care if the world ended
at that moment. He had to keep
moving.
His
hands pulled her body slightly away from his to see her face, and make sure
she was okay. Deep green eyes met his, and he forgot what he was about to say.
The look in her eyes… The hunger… The need… The lust… Her lips were
parted, slightly pouting; her breath was coming out in pants…
Her
hand touched his face, and her fingers moved along his skin sensually. She
caressed his lips, and let out a moan when he licked her finger. Her lips
crashed on his forcefully, and her hips started to rock in tandem with her
tongue. She was fierce. He had never been with a woman like her before. He had
never known he liked women like
her. Actually, he really wasn’t sure if there were any other women like
her…
She
growled and bit his lip to get him moving, and he remembered what he'd been
about to say.
His
hands held her shoulders. She was still trembling. He pulled back, and
stuttered, “You… You're trembling…”
She
watched his face in awe. He was surprising. He was everything he appeared to
be and more. He was dangerous.
Her
lips formed the brightest smile he'd ever seen, and he found himself gaping at
the glowing beauty in front of him. She was enchanting, and he was spellbound.
He was completely against that. He had never let that happen with any woman,
and he wasn’t going to start now. But he could let it happen just for a
little while… Just for tonight… It was so easy to give in.
“I'm
okay…” she said, still smiling at him. “I'm more than okay…”
“Are
you sure?”
She
slowly rocked her hips and hissed at the sensation. “Yess…” she
whispered to him. She’d never been better.
Michael
buried his face in her chest. Her skin was teasing him. He suckled one of her
breasts as he started to move her once again. Slowly, taking his time, he let
the fire build.
It
was so easy to let himself fall into oblivion. Her skin, her lips, her heat,
her voice… Oh god, her voice… She had the most erotic, seductive voice
he'd ever heard. How this woman was still single, he would never know…
Wait
a second… She was single,
wasn’t she?
Her
voice tore through his thoughts. “Miiiichaaeel…”
His
name… Her lips… Oh god…
He
was losing all rational thoughts and control he had left.
She'd
said his name so… No, she hadn't said
it… It was something between a moan, a gasp and a scream…
“Michael…
please… please…”
He
growled, and sucked her neck fiercely to hear her say it again.
“Michael…
please… I need… Ooooh god…”
Her
head fell back and he felt her abandon herself to his arms like a puppet. He
took one taunting nipple in his mouth, and suckled, as if he could summon her
strength back that way.
All
he got in response was a low moan.
Burying
a hand in her soft hair, he pulled her head up to see her face. He kissed her
softly, and whispered against her lips, “What baby? What do you need?”
“Michael…”
She moaned his name, her forehead meeting his, her eyes open in slits.
“Anything…”
he said, trying to keep his eyes open to get another glimpse of bright green.
“Harder…”
she gasped, accepting his kisses, too exhausted to kiss him back as hard as
she yearned.
He
complied. How could he not?
His
arms were hurting, but he didn’t care. He moved her higher, and impaled down
on himself harder, causing her to cry out, “Yess…”
He moved furiously, her