“It's
like the porno version of Aladdin.” Maria stated entering the room.
“At
least it's warm.” Michael defended, knowing that their situation sucked. But
he would never admit that it was actually his fault.
“I
don't even want to think about what I could catch in here.” She shuddered at
the thought of who else might have used that room before and for what kind of
purposes.
“You
know, if you stop being such a princess about things…”
“Princess?
No, no. I think I've been a pretty good sport up until now, but I'm cold, and
I'm hungry, and I'm in some nookie motel with a guy I…I barely even know,
and I...and I just…I really want to go home right now.” How was it that
she had started the sentence in her ranting mode, but it had turned quickly
into an almost crying state? The day was just too exhausting and that guy was
extremely annoying, not to mention creepy.
“Why
don't you stay here? I saw some vending machines outside. I'll go see what
they have. Lock the door.”
She
stood frozen in the middle of the room. Was that just Michael Guerin being
nice to her? She could swear she’d heard emotion in his voice.
No… It couldn’t be… She was just too tired, her mind was playing
tricks on her.
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“So,
do you get hungry just like the rest of us?” Okay, she had to admit that was
a dumb thing to ask, but there was those weird vibes coming off him that made
her nervous, unsettled.
“Yeah.
Of course I get hungry.” He said sarcastically. Great, just what he needed.
Explain some chick that you are not actually green and slimy.
“What,
uh...what other human urges do you feel?” That was even dumber. But all
those vibes… Yeah, that was definitely his fault.
He
was coming closer. Oh god! Oh god! Don’t panic!
He
was so close she feared he could feel her heart beat.
“Not
if you're the last woman on Earth.”
Now
that hurt.
Say
something…
“Ditto.”
She
was totally disappointed in her talking abilities… She had to change the
subject or she obviously was going down. Fast. “… And so you'll know, I am
not gonna be getting an "F" on this assignment, so...you better
start answering some questions. Right now, pal-ly, and I mean for real. So,
favourite ice cream flavour?”
“Pistachio.”
“Pistachio...favourite
TV show?”
“Win
Ben Stein's Money.”
“Ok,
favourite book?”
“James
Joyce...Ulysses.”
Just
as she thought they were doing great… He had to be the jerk he was and lie!
“You have not read Ulysses.”
“What
incensed him the most was the blatant jokes of the ones who pass it all off as
a jest, pretending to understand everything and in reality not knowing their
own minds. Page 655...told you, you wouldn't understand. Next question.”
She
had to force her mouth to close it. She would have found a way to wipe that
stupid smirk off his face if she’d been in her right state of mind. But she
wasn’t. Not with all those stupid vibes around… “All right, if you're so
smart, then how come you fail every class in school?”
“What
number is that?”
“It's
my own personal question, ok?”
“I
don't answer personal questions, ok?”
“All
right, fine. Then maybe it's the answer to number 16. What are you afraid
of?”
“I
hate this. This is stupid.” He was refusing to back down, but that chick was
not only annoying, but also extremely confusing.
“All
right, how about just one personal question? You know, since I didn't turn you
in back there. Why is it so important to you to find out where you come
from?”
She
knew that she was pushing it, but something inside her wanted desperately to
solve his mystery, and maybe then she could stop feeling like her heart was
about to burst out when he was close.
“Because
there's gotta be something better out there for me than Roswell, New
Mexico.”
She
couldn’t stop her smile. Life wasn’t going to help her out on that one,
was it? He just had to come up and say that, instead of some lame-ass answer
she was expecting. How was she supposed to prove herself that he was just a
regular bastard with a few extra alien powers when he kept showing glimpses of
a deeper person?
“You
think that's funny.”
“No,
no. It's just, um...when I was a kid, I used to stay up at night and, um, make
up stories about my father...you know, and who he was and...what he was doing.
And they all ended exactly the same way. He would come in a limo and pick me
and my mom up and take us off to some exotic place where we'd live like
royalty. Because, you know...I thought to myself...there's got to be something
better out there for me than Roswell, New Mexico.”
It
was a shock to share this with someone, okay not just someone, but especially
Michael, but she refused to feel it at that moment. She just let herself enjoy
it.
“Substitute
a spaceship for a limo, and you know what I mean.”
Why
was he telling that DeLuca chick about that? One of the most sacred things in
his pathetic life? She had those vibes though… That had to be it. She was
annoying things out of him.
Maria
suddenly felt like all the air had left the room. Was it some alien voodoo
magic he was doing with his eyes? Cause they were nothing like she had ever
seen before.
She
forced herself to look away.
“Yeah.
I...I'm, uh, I'm getting kind of tired.”
“Yeah.
It's been a long day, huh?” His voice sounded so artificial for a moment, he
refused to believe it was his own. What was he doing, filling uncomfortable
silences with small talk? Silences had never been uncomfortable for him.
“Yeah.”
“I
don't suppose we could share?” he asked nonchalantly, knowing that she would
refuse.
She
didn’t miss the opportunity to get back at him. She walked closer, til they
were nose to nose. Well not literally, since he was a great deal taller than
her.
“Not
if you were the last alien on Earth.”
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- -
Was
that just pain she’d seen in his eyes? She couldn’t be sure since he
avoided her eyes so intently, and he was so damn good at it. Well, so what?
She’d wanted to hurt him hadn't she? He’d deserved it. Why was it
bothering her now?
Giving
in to the temptation she called his name before he could move away from her.
“Michael?” He turned abruptly
and met her eyes. Big mistake…
He’d
never noticed how green they were. And how deep. He got lost in them for a
moment. He wanted to turn his head thinking that he was probably scaring her
again, but his body wasn’t obeying him anymore.
She
forgot what she was about to say. How was he doing that?!? Always making her
nervous enough to forget how to talk? That wasn’t her! She was famous for
talking too much when she got nervous. She wanted to babble dammit!
Then
she did something neither of them expected. Something extremely stupid. She
kissed him.
Looking
deep in his eyes, she raised on her toes and pressed her lips to his. Why? She
couldn’t really explain it. Maybe she felt bad for hurting him? Maybe his
eyes did some magic trick on her? Or maybe it was simply because his lips were
so kissable…
They
were soft. And warm. Two things she wouldn’t have associated with Michael
Guerin. She softly licked his lips to taste him, and felt him suddenly respond
to her. He was kissing her urgently, but gently. Not scaring her away by
kissing her too deep too soon like some others had done. Again, Michael Guerin
was full of surprises.
She
wanted to wrap her arms around his neck, but instead forced them to stay where
they were. That was Michael for Christ’s sake, not some cuddly teddy bear.
He was scary, he was creepy, he was a total stranger and an out-of-this-world
one at that!
She
broke their kiss with determination, but her whole body protested against it.
Forcing herself to look anywhere but him, she said the first thing she could
think of. “I’m gonna get some air.” With that she almost ran out the
door and collapsed on the pavement.
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- -
What
had just happened? Michael stood there, where she left him and glared at the
door. She had kissed him? That was pretty surprising all by itself, but the
things that kiss made him feel were unbelievable. That was his first kiss
since he wasn’t exactly a dating kind of guy, and it had always seemed like
incest to try it with Izzie. But he had never imagined it could be like that.
That intense…
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- -
What
had she just done? She couldn’t believe how impulsive she’d been. She’d
never kissed anyone like that. Of course she had dated a couple of guys, and
she had given them their goodnight kisses… But she’d never just come up
and kiss someone like that! What the hell was he doing to her?
The
kiss though… Wow! It had been so much different than any other kiss she’d
experienced. It was explosive and intense… So intense… Not like just
kissing but something more… He had felt so good against her. His lips, his
tongue… Oh god! She had to stop thinking like that.
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- -
He
worked up his courage and stepped outside to the chilly night. She’d been
crouched down right next to the door, but stood up as he came into her view.
She was still avoiding his eyes he noticed, smoothing imaginary wrinkles on
her jeans. He handed her, her jacket. “It’s cold.”
She
nodded and took it from him, careful not to let their fingers touch. Michael
shifted from foot to foot, trying to find something to say and failing
miserably. Finally he stepped right in front of her and forced her to look him
in the eye using his persuasive body language.
“You
kissed me.” He said calmly, searching the answer in her eyes.
“Yeah.”
Maria said, while wanting to deny with all her heart. “I did.”
“Why?”
Good
question. She’d been wondering it herself. She shrugged. “I’m sorry.”
She mumbled and tried to get away from her uncomfortable position between the
wall and Michael.
He
didn’t let her though. He grabbed her arm and pushed her softly against the
wall. Before she could say anything, he crushed his lips on hers.
What
had she just thought about her position being uncomfortable?
The
sensation rushed through her body and she stopped protesting. What the hell
was this feeling that he’d somehow managed to give her with one simple kiss?
Okay, maybe not so simple… But it was just a kiss, right? How come it made
her whole body sing?
One
of his hands came up to cup the side of her face. His touch was gentle… and
hot. Not clumsy like she had expected. He looked too confident for comfort
though. For a moment she wondered how many girls he had kissed before, and
stiffened under his touch. Not that she was jealous, but being “just
a girl to make out” was one of her biggest fears. Would he do that to
her?
He
felt her pulling back, and let her go reluctantly. She was trying hard to
catch her breath. Her lips were swollen and red from his kisses, and looking
at her bright, big eyes, he wondered if she had always been this beautiful and
how come he hadn't noticed it before.
She
had every intention of stopping this… thing
between them. If only she hadn't looked at his face… His look had changed
into a one of awe and curiosity, instead of his usual glare. He looked
innocent. And so surprisingly beautiful. She protested in her head, he
wasn’t supposed to look beautiful, he was a guy. But no amount of protesting
could stop her hand from reaching out to touch his sculpted face. It had to be
the vibes.
Her
hand touched his cheek and his body tensed. He didn’t know how to react to
it. His body wasn’t used to being touched by someone else. Noone had ever
touched him before. Not like this. Not to just… well…
touch.
She
grazed her thumb across his cheek in a daze. So beautiful… Her heart tripled
its rate when she saw him close his eyes and let out a soft sigh. He was
enjoying it. Excitement covered her body. She couldn’t help but wonder how
much she could affect him. There
was only one way to find out…
Her
lips met her fingers, and she started nibbling at his jawline. He tasted
good… Salty. And he had this unique smell… Something spicy and masculine.
Exotic. She trailed down to his neck, finding his pulse she sucked hard,
knowing she would probably leave a hickey there. But she couldn’t care. She
couldn’t think about anything but the way his body moulded into hers. At
that moment everything else ceased to exist. No tomorrow, no friends, no
aliens…
He
was fighting hard to control his breathing but to no avail. Her touch was too
gentle, too soft, too caring… He told himself to hold back those damn tears,
that it didn’t really mean
anything. She was just too good at this. He suddenly felt a twinge in his
lower abdomen at the thought of why she could be too good at it. He refused to
call it jealousy. And he calmed himself down by telling himself that she might
be a menace, but she wasn’t that
kind of girl.
He
was too wrapped up in thinking about her past experiences, at first he
didn’t realize what she was up to when she stopped all of a sudden. Her hand
flew to the hem of his t-shirt and she pushed it up, trailing her hands softly
over his chest. She looked in his eyes questioningly when he didn’t raise
his arms to let her remove it. He was going to ask her if she really knew what
she was getting herself into, but the raging passion in her eyes stopped him
before he could utter a word. Instead he growled and cupping her face claimed
her lips once more.
Her
hands explored his chest under his clothes. She experimentally pinched his
aroused nipple, and smiled against his lips when he bit her lip in response.
Letting her hands travel to his back, she plastered her body to his, her
straining nipples pressing into his chest. He was still intently devouring her
mouth, his hands on either side of her face, unaware of her frustration.
Taking
matters in hand, she pulled one of his hands away from her face. He didn’t
protest but kept nibbling on her lips. She pulled his hand down and placed it
on her t-shirt clad breast. He stopped kissing her abruptly, and tilted his
head down to look at his hand.
He
looked at his hand, then up at her face, then back at his hand again like he
couldn’t believe it. She mentally rolled her eyes, but deep down she was
adoring the confused look on his face. She placed her hand over his and
squeezed it to reassure him, or maybe to show him what to do… She wasn’t
really sure.
With
her other hand she pulled his head down to her neck, and moaned in response
when his hot breath scorched her sensitive skin. Michael, not knowing for sure
what to do, tested her by placing a small kiss at the back of her ear. The
reaction just one touch of his lips elicited from her was instantaneous. Her
body was arching towards him, pressing her chest closer to his, pushing her
breast into his palm insistently.
She
was surprised how little stimulation she needed to become this
aroused. She was trying hard to ignore the fact that her panties were now
soaking wet. It was weird and
unexpected that Michael of all people would be the one to make her feel these
things for the first time. She couldn’t get it, she’d had crushes and
boyfriends, but none of them had made her feel that aroused.
She
shook her head slightly in disbelief, here she was practically having sex
against a wall with a guy she knew nothing about except his origins, while
just a month ago she had refused to make out with John, her boyfriend at the
time, saying it was too soon. Too soon? Well this definitely was too soon
then…
His
reluctance was far gone and he was placing kisses all over her neck, tracing
her collar bone, going up to her ear. Wet, hot kisses that made her want to
scream. His hands travelled up to her shoulders and she felt him push her
jacket down. She helped him by pulling herself away from the wall. Bad move…
She didn’t think about how her jello-like legs would carry her without the
added support of the wall. His arms caught her before she could collapse and
crushed her to his chest. Resting her head on his shoulder, she laughed softly
at herself. How had she ended up like that?
Her
laugh was so melodic he found himself smiling. She felt good resting on him.
He was enjoying it. Actually he was enjoying it so much that it was beginning
to bother him…
Bringing
his hands down to her ass, he pulled her up and wrapped her legs around him.
She wasn’t heavy, she was a small girl. Leaning her softly against the wall,
he looked at her face. “Better?”
“Yes.”
She said, dazzling him with a smile. Leaning closer seductively, she placed a
kiss near his mouth, then his chin, then she nibbled at his lips softly. After
trying a couple times to take her mouth, he growled. “Stop teasing me…”
Looking
in his eyes mischievously and grinning, she muttered. “Can't help it…”
“Really?”
he said, and put one of his hands under her t-shirt and squeezed one of her
breasts. That made her lose all the focus and control she had left. She yelped
and closed her eyes, letting him do whatever he wanted to do with her. After
kissing her as he wanted he let her mouth go with a smirk. “You're so
mean…” she said pouting. “I hate you.”
“I
know.” He said like it was common knowledge.
“And
you hate me…” she said after a moment, thinking hard in concentration.
“Yeah.”
Was the only response he could muster as he fumbled with the cup of her bra.
“Then
why exactly are we doing this?” she asked him, not being able to find an
answer all by herself.
His
only response was a shrug as he managed to pull down the cup and found her
breast. All thoughts and doubts regarding the subject left her mind as his
hand came in direct contact with the sensitive skin of her breast. She
didn’t really give a damn as long as he
kept touching her like that.
“Michael…
Oh God…” she couldn’t stop her whimpering as he softly kneaded her
breast. His hand was big and a little calloused but also hot and so damn
talented. Grinding her centre to the bulge on his jeans, she kissed him
fiercely. Was she going to be able to stop this? Did she really want to? No…
not really…
She
was breathing in pants and her body was writhing in his arms. He felt her
hands push his t-shirt up once again and this time he complied to her request.
He shuddered at the cold night air and her hot palms touching his torso at
once. He rolled her nipple between his fingers. Her sudden intake of breath
told him he was doing something right.
He
knew at the back of his mind that they were still outside, where anyone could
see. But his mind was clouded by her pouty lips working their way down his
bare shoulder. He couldn’t
ignore the shivering that covered her body though.
He
pulled back slightly to see her face. “You're cold.” He stated, taking in
her trembling form. She wanted to deny –it was too comfortable there- but it
was way too obvious. She softly nodded.
“Okay,
let's go inside.” He said, but didn’t put her down like she had expected.
Laughing,
“What are you doing?” she shrieked when he held her up and started walking
with her still in his arms. “Going inside…” he said with mischief in his
eyes. “I can walk, put me down!” she said, in reality not really wanting
to be put down.
“You
don’t think I can make it?” he asked playfully…
“Well,
let's hope you can…” she answered huskily in his ear, nibbling on his
earlobe.
He
quickened his moves, but she stopped him. “Michael? The clothes.” Cursing
under his breath, he carefully bent down and gathered her jacket and his
t-shirt, then made his way to the door.
Fumbling
for a moment with the key, he somehow managed to drop it. He was thinking
about how he was going to take it without having to let her go when her voice
stopped him. “Do the alien trick.”
He
looked at her like she was delusional. “You want me to blow up the place?”
he asked incredulously.
“Come
on, try…” she said and placed his hand on the lock. Letting her hand stay
on his, she swallowed his protests in a kiss. Stopping the kiss way too soon
for his liking, she leaned her forehead against his. “Just concentrate…”
She
tried not to think what an exploding door could do to them and worked on
looking reassuring for him. If she had learned anything about Michael in the
last couple of days, it was that he had some definite lack of support and
trust in his life. She had no idea why she really wanted to help him. It could
be the little bonding they’d had before, or maybe the way he’d looked in
her eyes… She concluded in thinking that she was simply paying back for
those earth shattering kisses.
She
watched his face as he closed his eyes and concentrated, his brow furrowing,
his lips pursed. She didn’t want to break his concentration but he looked so
cute she couldn’t help herself and let her hand stroke his hair.
Oh,
now that was scary…She was now
finding Michael Guerin cute? That was some dangerous territory there…
Hearing
the click of the lock, she squealed in delight. “You did it! I told you, you
could do it!” He held her tighter, and at a loss of words kissed her with
all the passion and excitement building up in him.
Kicking
the key inside, he shut the door behind them.
She
laughed like a little girl as she bounced on the bed where he threw her. She
could see clearly that he didn’t know what to do, but she knew perfectly
well what they both wanted to do.
So once again she took the initiative.
Slowly,
and –hopefully- seductively, she raised her t-shirt over her head and threw
it somewhere next to the bed. She could see his fingers twitching where he was
standing. But he was way too far away.
She
waited for a moment to let him come to her but her patience was wearing thin.
So she crawled towards him, and wrapping his arms around her she placed his
hands on the clasp of her bra. Well, sometimes a girl had to be persuasive to
get what she wanted.
Licking
his lips, and not quite believing what she was doing, she whispered to him.
“Take it off.”
He
did. He looked like he was hypnotised. She suspected that he probably would
just comply without any questions if she’d asked him to dance around naked
at that moment. Hmm… Now that
thought had possibilities…
The
sight of her naked breasts in front of him got him out of his daze. Placing
his hands on her bare waist, he started pressing kisses down her neck. His
mouth moved hungrily against her skin and she held on to his shoulders to keep
from collapsing.
She
was panting and gasping in his arms, and just when she thought she couldn’t
possibly feel anything more intense, he proved her wrong. His hungry lips
found her breast and elicited a wild moan from her at first touch. His mouth
closed over her nipple and she felt flames engulf her body. “God…
Michael… don’t… stop…”
Her
fingers grazed his scalp as she drew him closer and kept him in place. He was
toying with her nipple, nibbling at it, biting it, sucking it… He was
enjoying all the different reactions he could elicit from her. She was
interesting. And delicious to boot…
Maria
DeLuca… Who could have guessed?
Her
head rolled back and forth, and finally rested on top of his head, making him
feel the vibrations of her moans.
Reluctantly
letting go of her nipple, he kissed his way to her other breast, while
covering the one he’d left with his hand. She cooed happily at him and let
her hands wander down his torso. She was hoping that her hands would give him
half the pleasure he’d been giving her, but she wasn’t really expecting
the reaction she got.
The
moment her hand came in contact with the bulge on his jeans, she felt his body
jerk and his head roll back. “Oh s-hit!”
She
thought she’d hurt him for a moment, but then recognised the look on his
face. It was oddly familiar. And it definitely wasn’t hurt…
She
reached a tentative hand to the fly of his jeans and unbuttoned it easily. She
pushed them down with difficulty, since his body was too close to hers and his
head was resting on her shoulder. Letting it pool around his knees she slowly
turned them around and lowered him on the bed.
What
in hell had possessed her? She was stripping the guy as if she had done it a
thousand times, while she had never even seen anyone’s boxers before. Okay,
she might have seen some pictures, really vivid ones, on the Internet, but
that didn’t really count… Most of those pictures had made her stomach
queasy instead of arousing her, and she was hoping that to be the pictures’
fault, not hers.
Well,
it looked like she was about to find out…
Michael
wasn’t protesting as she laid him down. He had no idea what she was doing.
The only thing he could focus on was his straining erection. He watched with
heavy lidded eyes as she pulled his shoes and socks. Then removing his jeans
she crawled back up to him, and ignoring his surprised and questioning gaze,
kissed him with all the passion she felt.
She
trailed her hand down his torso while kissing him to keep him distracted
enough to do what she’d been daring herself to do. Down his chest, his
abdomen and finally inside his boxers. He groaned in her mouth but she
didn’t let him pull away. She kept kissing him fiercely and let her tongue
dance with his in an insistent rhythm.
It
wasn’t like anything she had expected, but that wasn’t really surprising
since nothing about him had met her expectancies so far. His skin wasn’t
cold and hard, but incredibly hot and soft as silk. And she surprisingly
wasn’t repulsed, she had actually liked touching him.
Moving
her hand up and down experimentally, she finally let go of his mouth and
trailed down to her chest.
“Maria…
what…are you…doing?” he said breathlessly, but she chose to ignore him.
She had no idea where she’d gotten this confidence from.
Placing
herself between his legs she kissed her way down to his abdomen, and grinned
wickedly at his reaction when she licked his bellybutton. She withdrew her
hand from his boxers and felt him flinch under her. Well, he had to learn to
be a little bit patient…
Pulling
his boxers down with both her hands, she looked up to meet his eyes for the
first time since she’d touched him there…
Okay, so maybe she wasn’t that
confident…
He
was panicking. He couldn’t help it. It was too good to be true. She was real
fantasy material. But did she really know what she was doing? Having sex with
an alien she’d just met? Okay, he had to admit, it felt right, and good…
Too good to be wrong. But he was afraid that later on she’d think it was a
mistake, that he’d used her or something…
“Maria
you don’t have to…” he started but she silenced him.
“I
know…” she said with a smile. “…I want to.”
What
else could he do but let her do as she wished?
Pushing
the boxers further down Maria tried not to gape at the first penis she’d
ever seen. She checked to make sure… Nope… She wasn’t queasy. Or
repulsed. That was good. So it really was the pictures.
He
was beautiful. Much more beautiful than any picture she’d seen. And he was
big. Not that she was an expert or anything… Let's say she was having second
thoughts about the sex thing…
But
they always said it was better for it to be big, right?
Right.
It
looked harder to touch him this time, but she wasn’t about to back down.
Avoiding his eyes she wrapped her hand around the base of his c-ock and
started to pump him slowly. She could hear his ragged breathing, but was too
afraid to look him in the eye. Noone could really blame her for being a little
self-conscious at a situation like that, she reasoned.
Seeing
the drips of come on the tip of his c-ock, she dared herself to a higher
level. Could she really do it? Why not though, since she wasn’t repulsed as
she’d thought she would be. It was bound to feel good for him, right? And
she had seen it done before, couldn’t be that hard…
Okay,
moment of truth, so she had seen a little more
than pictures… Well she had to learn somehow…
Lowering
her head, she slowly licked the tip. It didn’t taste bad… Salty… Almost
like his skin… She felt him raise his hips to meet her mouth and her name
left his lips in a strangled cry. “Maria… Oh god… Maria…” She had to
be doing something right.
Michael
half opened his eyes to check if it really was happening. Yes, he was naked,
lying in front of a half naked Maria and her lips were about to touch his c-ock
once again. Her lips… Oh god, her pouty, red, swollen lips.
He
couldn’t begin to think how she knew how to make him squirm like that. Now
it was easy to see that it wasn’t from experience. She wasn’t really sure
of herself. But she was doing so damn good, he wished he could tell her that.
It had to be a natural talent…
Her
tongue darted out and licked his length from the base to the tip, and
satisfied with his reaction she took the head in her mouth. He was trying hard
to control his hips and not scare her or even worse hurt her, but it was
nearly impossible. Not wanting to force her to anything, he tried to keep his
hands away from her head, so instead he bunched the sheets under him in his
fists.
Her
bobbing blond head on his groin had to be
the most erotic thing he’d ever seen. He kept chanting her name as she
played with him with her tongue. His body jerked forward when he felt her
tongue swirl the tip, gathering the moisture. She was learning way too fast…
Maria
was surprisingly enjoying this way too much. Not having his c-ock in her
mouth, but feeling her power over him. Bad-ass Michael Guerin was writhing
under her, chanting her name. None of his bad boy attitude had survived her
seduction, he was now just Michael--the boy with the incredible body and deep,
wounded eyes.
Seduction.
Oh god, she had seduced him, hadn't she? She almost laughed out loud at the
thought. Wait til Liz heard that…
Michael’s
fingers were hurting from clenching his fists so hard. He had to stop her
before it was too late. If only he could find the strength…
“Maria?”
Maria heard the change in his voice as he called her name and raised her head
up slowly to meet his eyes, grazing her teeth while she did so, just for the
fun of seeing his face.
“Oooh,
god…” Michael lost his concentration again with the touch of her teeth.
When he gathered himself enough to talk again, he found her looking up at him
expectantly with innocent eyes. She was far from innocent, he knew that from
experience, but that look touched him anyway.
He
couldn’t help the way he felt about her, she was so damn open.
Felt?
Oh no, no, no, no!!! This was sooo not a good thing.
He
was just about to get up and run out the door, towards some place where he
could no longer see or smell her, but her hand on his chest stopped him.
Looking at her face, he knew he wasn’t going anywhere anytime soon. Did she
have to be so… herself?
“Did
I do it right?” she asked, her insecurity written all over her face.
She
was such a beautiful girl. How come he’d never noticed it before? Everything
about her was beautiful. The way she licked her lips while she was watching
him, or the way her fingers grazed his skin when they kissed. Even the sweat
that trickled down her forehead made her look beautiful. What was she doing
with him? Here, in a nookie motel, half naked?
Oh,
right. She’d been kidnapped by him.
Coming
back to the real world, he saw her panicking face at his lack of response.
Rolling himself on top of her, he watched her widening eyes with amusement.
Then he kissed her. Softly, gently… Letting her enjoy it, he let her have
the control to deepen it only if she wanted to.
Feeling
her smile against his lips, he pulled himself reluctantly away from her. “So
you liked it?” she asked, not able to hide her grin. What the hell was wrong
with him? Why was he finding her adorable?
When had he ever found anything
adorable?
“Are
you kidding?” he said playfully, and not being able to ignore the call of
her taunting naked breasts any longer he pulled her nipple in his mouth. Oh,
heaven…
Losing
her train of thought, she arched off from the bed and gripped his head in her
hands. As he made his way down to her navel, leaving his hands to take care of
her over sensitive nipples, all worries about not being good enough,
experienced enough, or being stupid enough to let him use her for sex left her
mind. Heaven… She was in heaven…
Michael
moved down towards the offending material between them. Her jeans. Looking at
her for affirmation, he found her eyes closed, lost in her own world. He
proceeded to unbutton her jeans, carefully and slowly, giving her time to
protest. To his relief, she didn’t. She was way too eager to get them off.
Maria’s
mind finally grasped the enormity of the situation when she felt his hot
breath against her inner thigh. Her breathing became even more laboured –if
that was possible- and her heart took off in light speed. She was on the verge
of panicking. There was something so scary about having a naked guy between
her legs. And also something so damn erotic…
“What…
am… I doing?” Maria asked out loud, forcing herself to hear the question
between her moans.
“You’re
having sex with me.” Michael said, kissing the soft skin of her inner thigh,
just where her panties ended.
“Why?”
Maria asked breathlessly while fighting the urge to wrap her legs around his
head and trap him there forever.
“I
have no idea.” He replied honestly. His fingers found the waist of her
panties, and he once more met her eyes for permission. “But do you really
want to talk about this right now?”
“Guess
not.” Maria said and raised her hips to let him remove her panties.
She
shut her eyes tightly while he pulled the scrap of clothing down her long,
slim legs. What was she specifically afraid of, she wasn’t sure. It could be
his reaction or maybe her self-consciousness caused by being so awfully nude.
It didn’t matter, the point was that she wasn’t ready to open her eyes
yet. So not ready…
Michael
trailed his shaking hands up her inner thighs, softly spreading them. When
lack of air became an issue, he realized he had stopped breathing. He breathed
a deep breath filled with her scent, and could only pray to not faint.
After
a couple minutes of silence Maria half opened one of her eyes, just enough to
peek through, and found a dazed Michael, sitting between her thighs, his eyes
fixed on her brownish golden curls. Opening her eyes she called his name. Was
he just really hypnotised, or was that another freaky alien thing?
“Michael?”
“Yeah?”
he said finally meeting her eyes.
Okay,
he looked good, no freaky alien things…
“Just
checking…” she said.
Another
minute passed and he was still not moving. She could see emotions passing
through his face. She couldn’t really be sure since it wasn’t everyday
that Michael Guerin actually let people know he was feeling things, but he
looked… frightened?
“Michael,
are you okay?” she asked being the not-so-patient person that she was.
“I…
I…” He was terrified. What if he hurt her? Really
hurt her… Like blew her up or something? And let's assume that he hadn't
hurt her, then there was this other little problem. He had no idea how
to touch her.
Feeling
the frustration all the way to her toes and seeing that he wasn’t about to
make his mind up any time soon, she let the haunting doubts go. With a courage
she couldn’t believe she had, Maria placed her hand over his larger one
resting on her thigh and guided him to where she desperately needed him.
Michael
choked on his words --which had been rather insufficient till that moment
anyway--, and let her heat carry his mind away. She was silky. So soft… and
wet. Her guttural moan at the contact made him look at her face. He forgot his
painful erection for a moment and decided to focus on his very own, very loud,
very sexy human.
“Yes…”
she hissed and rocked her hips softly to take his hand closer.
He
wasn’t really doing anything. He was just letting her fingers move his. But
it was okay by him as long as she liked it. He felt her tangle her lean
fingers with his and push them deeper into herself. Her hips rose higher and
her breathing was noticeably quicker now. He froze with the unexpected heat
her walls generated around his fingers and tried not to think what that could
do to other parts of his body. Her
protesting body and insisting hand made him meet her rhythm once again, and he
found it easier and with more confidence this time.
He
was enjoying the view. She laid there writhing, her body covered with sweat,
her hand between her legs accompanying his… So beautiful… And those soft
cries she made, with that look of pleasure bordering on pain on her face…
Then she bit her bottom lip and he felt his c-ock leap in response. He
groaned. He wanted to be the one to
bite that lip. If only he could trust his one very awake body part to behave
when he moved.
Their
lubricated fingers mated inside her, brushing against each other, creating
tiny sparks that burned deep holes in both their souls. Michael’s other hand
was itching to touch her. It didn’t matter where. She had that soft and
smooth skin that made him want to lick and touch all over. While Michael was
contemplating over her skin, his eyes caught the movement of her other hand.
It moved up and cupped her own breast.
Oh
god… Now there was a specific
place he wanted to touch…
Carefully
but hurriedly stretching his body out right next to hers, he chided himself.
What the hell had he been doing being all Max-like and thinking before acting?
That was so not a moment to waste by thinking. It could wait till later. Till
a night he laid alone in his bed…
Startling
her by pushing both her hands away, he took over the situation. He pushed all
Max-like things away and let himself be
himself. So he wasn’t Mr. Responsible… Who really gave a damn?
Ignoring
her protesting moans he straddled one of her thighs. He enjoyed his new
position immensely, it was such a great place to be.
He
reached his left hand up to cup her face. Pushing her hair back he wished he
had the patience to take his time with her. But with one look at her
frustrated face he knew she lacked the required patience either. No… They
weren't going to go slow. Not this time.
Was
there going to be a next time? He let the question drift away. No thinking…
Not now…
He
bit her breast playfully and pushed two of his fingers deep inside her heat.
Her hands gripping his head and her lips screaming his name confirmed his
hypothesis. Not thinking was good.
He
found the rhythm she liked soon enough. She was so obvious about the things
she liked and didn’t like, it certainly didn’t take a genius to get it
right. But although he knew he wasn’t doing anything special, he let her
make him feel like he was the most precious thing in the world. She was saying
his name with such honesty and care, he almost forgot who he really was. It
felt good to forget.
He
sucked her neck insistently to leave a mark. So she would remember him and
everything he’d done to her. He knew he wouldn’t need a reminder himself.
The picture of her nude form was carved in his brain.
She
pulled his head up and her lips searched his blindly. He kissed her and all he
could feel was heat and silky softness of her touch. They consumed each other
furiously as his hand between her folds kept moving and causing a fire in her
that had never before burned so deeply.
She
was almost afraid of what she was feeling. It was something familiar but yet
scaringly much more powerful. Her frantic eyes met his while he pulled back
from the kiss. He tried a smile for her. It was kind of dusty from lack of
use, but it worked nonetheless.
She
wrapped her arms around his neck and hugged him close. She was going to trust
him. Trust his hands. Those big, calloused, talented hands…
He
let himself be hugged for the first time in his life without feeling
uncomfortable and pulling back. He knew she was on the edge, and she looked
terrified. So letting his hand take over her aroused nipple, he whispered in
her ear.
“Sssshhh…
Just let go… I’m here. Let it go…”
I'm
here?
What the hell was that supposed to mean? He knew it felt right to say, but he
had no idea why she would feel better knowing that he was with her. She was
supposed to feel worse and more scared.