things start to get steamy here...
just a warning.
One kiss. The type that lasts forever and ever. The kind that is as necessary as breathing. Michael never wanted to stop kissing Liz. He couldn't believe he was holding her in his arms, the girl who'd filled his dreams in high school. He'd pulled her into his lap, her legs wrapped around his waist, her arms twined around his neck, her hands tangling in his hair.
He tore himself away from her to look into her warm chocolate colored eyes fired up with passion. He leaned his forehead against hers as he tried to collect himself somewhat. "Wow," he said.
She smiled and wrapped her arms around his neck. "You know earlier I thought maybe you'd ask me..."
"For sex? God, Liz I'd never—"
"I would have. I thought you were the sexiest man I'd ever seen."
"Why are you telling me this?"
"So that you know that I'm okay with whatever happens tonight. I don't want you to worry about me."
"So you're saying you want to…" Michael's voice trailed off, he was so astonished at Liz's forthrightness he could barely bring himself to say the words. He should have realized it was the quiet ones that shocked you. Maybe his problem with women had always been he'd gone for the noisy types.
"Yes. Michael listen, how lucky are we? That out of all the things that could have happened we are both here. And we both want each other. You can't lie to me, I can feel how much you want me."
"I'd never lie to you. But—"
"But nothing. Let's go," Liz stood up from where she was sitting and pulled Michael to his feet and started walking toward what she assumed was the bedroom. Her progress brought to a halt by Michael's refusal to move. "What?"
"The bedroom's not that way."
"Oh. Well, fine then. You lead the way."
"Liz, what's the rush here? We've got all the time in the world, let's take this slowly, see where we end up."
Michael watched as she bit her lower lip as she considered his question. After a moment or two, she looked up at him and asked, "How slow do you want to go?" a mischievous twinkle in her eyes.
"I—"
"Because if you ask me, we both need this tonight."
"Liz," Michael growled before capturing her lips in a heated kiss. He pressed her to his body, lifting her off the ground slightly. She clung to him, her arms around his neck, pulling slightly at his hair as she threaded her fingers through it.
There were no more words to say as passion flared between them, their kiss became frantic as they tried to get as close as they possibly could to each other. Liz moaned as Michael set her down gently and began running his strong powerful hands over her body's curves, slipping his hands between the fabric of her shirt and her warm smooth skin.
Liz reciprocated in kind, her hands feeling the corded strength in his back and abdomen before slowly pulling the soft cotton shirt over his head, away from his arms bulging with muscles that were obviously restraining themselves as she touched him. Liz licked the throbbing vein at the base of his throat, and gently brushed her hands across his already tightened nipples. Nipping his pulse point softly she then increased the pressure by sucking him. His taste was incredible. She rolled his sensitive nubbins between her fingers, squeezing them with more and more force until Michael just reacted.
Michael swept Liz into his arms never breaking the kiss they shared as he took her to his room. He lay her down on his bed and undressed her, removing her shirt and jeans effortlessly.
He stopped to kiss her, and she couldn't help but moan as he sucked on her lip, before trailing kisses down her neck stopping to nibble on her sensitive flesh at random intervals. His hands moved from her hair to her back where he effortlessly undid the clasp of her bra. Michael brushed his fingers against her aching breasts, and down her flat stomach before pausing to lift away the tiny scrap of underwear that stood between Liz and nakedness.
Michael finished removing Liz's panties and could only stare in wonder at her beauty. She was petite and trim for her size and frame, but she was the perfect size, the perfect shape. He couldn't help thinking that the real thing was so much better than the fantasy.
Seeing her lying before him so trustingly made him want her with an intensity that surprised him. Laying over her careful not to crush her, Michael slowly cupped one of her breasts and kneaded the other, eliciting a moaned response from Liz as she threw her head back allowing him more access to her body.
Michael licked and sucked his way down to her navel and swirled his tongue before blowing lightly across her skin. Everything he was doing only increased the throbbing ache Liz needed to fulfill. Her goose-fleshed skin was demanding Michael's touch everywhere. She wanted him so badly.
He obeyed as she grabbed his hair and drew his head back to her mouth for a kiss that was as heated as it was tender. He moved his way to her neck. Gently biting and sucking her smooth flesh. Liz couldn't control the gasping moans that Michael elicited with his touch.
Slowly he moved his way down her body, trailing open-mouthed kisses everywhere. When he was eye level with the nest of curls between her thighs he pressed her even closer to him as he flicked his tongue across her opening suckling when he located her clit. Liz wrapped her legs around his neck, running her feet up and down the hard flesh of his back. Michael was turning her to jelly. She wanted. No, she needed more.
His tongue increased its torturous flitting and then pressed against the walls of her vagina. The feeling, the sensation was so amazing, Liz came right then and there, her whole body trembling and shivering until she finally came back to some semblance of calm.
Liz knew that he was aching as much if not more than she was. She could see how much he wanted her. She could feel it. And it was time for her to do something about it. Sitting up slightly she reached for his crotch and rubbed her hand up and down as she slowly unzipped his jeans.
Muttering something Michael stood up quickly and quickly took them off along with his boxers. Standing before her in all his naked glory, Liz forgot to breathe. He was so beautiful. The toned muscles of his abdomen, his tight ass, the corded strength of his legs, the jutting peak of his erection.
Liz remained seated this time as she pulled Michael in front of her and kissed the head of his straining cock. Reaching for his testicles she cupped them gently before sucking his full length into her mouth. Maintaining a circling motion with her fingers she moved up and down his hard shaft. Pausing only to suckle at timed intervals.
Michael wove his hands through the silken cascade of chocolate of her hair and increasing pressure pulled her up the length of his body and took her lips in a searing kiss, before pushing her back down onto the bed. Stopping only to pull a condom from the night-table he slipped it on his straining erection and positioned himself at her opening. He entered her body in one full thrust.
Liz screamed in response and he slowly began increasing his thrusts, their strength, quickening their rhythm. She was so close to the edge and as Michael climaxed, her walls clenched around his length and she too found oblivion.
just a warning.
Part 4
One kiss. The type that lasts forever and ever. The kind that is as necessary as breathing. Michael never wanted to stop kissing Liz. He couldn't believe he was holding her in his arms, the girl who'd filled his dreams in high school. He'd pulled her into his lap, her legs wrapped around his waist, her arms twined around his neck, her hands tangling in his hair.
He tore himself away from her to look into her warm chocolate colored eyes fired up with passion. He leaned his forehead against hers as he tried to collect himself somewhat. "Wow," he said.
She smiled and wrapped her arms around his neck. "You know earlier I thought maybe you'd ask me..."
"For sex? God, Liz I'd never—"
"I would have. I thought you were the sexiest man I'd ever seen."
"Why are you telling me this?"
"So that you know that I'm okay with whatever happens tonight. I don't want you to worry about me."
"So you're saying you want to…" Michael's voice trailed off, he was so astonished at Liz's forthrightness he could barely bring himself to say the words. He should have realized it was the quiet ones that shocked you. Maybe his problem with women had always been he'd gone for the noisy types.
"Yes. Michael listen, how lucky are we? That out of all the things that could have happened we are both here. And we both want each other. You can't lie to me, I can feel how much you want me."
"I'd never lie to you. But—"
"But nothing. Let's go," Liz stood up from where she was sitting and pulled Michael to his feet and started walking toward what she assumed was the bedroom. Her progress brought to a halt by Michael's refusal to move. "What?"
"The bedroom's not that way."
"Oh. Well, fine then. You lead the way."
"Liz, what's the rush here? We've got all the time in the world, let's take this slowly, see where we end up."
Michael watched as she bit her lower lip as she considered his question. After a moment or two, she looked up at him and asked, "How slow do you want to go?" a mischievous twinkle in her eyes.
"I—"
"Because if you ask me, we both need this tonight."
"Liz," Michael growled before capturing her lips in a heated kiss. He pressed her to his body, lifting her off the ground slightly. She clung to him, her arms around his neck, pulling slightly at his hair as she threaded her fingers through it.
There were no more words to say as passion flared between them, their kiss became frantic as they tried to get as close as they possibly could to each other. Liz moaned as Michael set her down gently and began running his strong powerful hands over her body's curves, slipping his hands between the fabric of her shirt and her warm smooth skin.
Liz reciprocated in kind, her hands feeling the corded strength in his back and abdomen before slowly pulling the soft cotton shirt over his head, away from his arms bulging with muscles that were obviously restraining themselves as she touched him. Liz licked the throbbing vein at the base of his throat, and gently brushed her hands across his already tightened nipples. Nipping his pulse point softly she then increased the pressure by sucking him. His taste was incredible. She rolled his sensitive nubbins between her fingers, squeezing them with more and more force until Michael just reacted.
Michael swept Liz into his arms never breaking the kiss they shared as he took her to his room. He lay her down on his bed and undressed her, removing her shirt and jeans effortlessly.
He stopped to kiss her, and she couldn't help but moan as he sucked on her lip, before trailing kisses down her neck stopping to nibble on her sensitive flesh at random intervals. His hands moved from her hair to her back where he effortlessly undid the clasp of her bra. Michael brushed his fingers against her aching breasts, and down her flat stomach before pausing to lift away the tiny scrap of underwear that stood between Liz and nakedness.
Michael finished removing Liz's panties and could only stare in wonder at her beauty. She was petite and trim for her size and frame, but she was the perfect size, the perfect shape. He couldn't help thinking that the real thing was so much better than the fantasy.
Seeing her lying before him so trustingly made him want her with an intensity that surprised him. Laying over her careful not to crush her, Michael slowly cupped one of her breasts and kneaded the other, eliciting a moaned response from Liz as she threw her head back allowing him more access to her body.
Michael licked and sucked his way down to her navel and swirled his tongue before blowing lightly across her skin. Everything he was doing only increased the throbbing ache Liz needed to fulfill. Her goose-fleshed skin was demanding Michael's touch everywhere. She wanted him so badly.
He obeyed as she grabbed his hair and drew his head back to her mouth for a kiss that was as heated as it was tender. He moved his way to her neck. Gently biting and sucking her smooth flesh. Liz couldn't control the gasping moans that Michael elicited with his touch.
Slowly he moved his way down her body, trailing open-mouthed kisses everywhere. When he was eye level with the nest of curls between her thighs he pressed her even closer to him as he flicked his tongue across her opening suckling when he located her clit. Liz wrapped her legs around his neck, running her feet up and down the hard flesh of his back. Michael was turning her to jelly. She wanted. No, she needed more.
His tongue increased its torturous flitting and then pressed against the walls of her vagina. The feeling, the sensation was so amazing, Liz came right then and there, her whole body trembling and shivering until she finally came back to some semblance of calm.
Liz knew that he was aching as much if not more than she was. She could see how much he wanted her. She could feel it. And it was time for her to do something about it. Sitting up slightly she reached for his crotch and rubbed her hand up and down as she slowly unzipped his jeans.
Muttering something Michael stood up quickly and quickly took them off along with his boxers. Standing before her in all his naked glory, Liz forgot to breathe. He was so beautiful. The toned muscles of his abdomen, his tight ass, the corded strength of his legs, the jutting peak of his erection.
Liz remained seated this time as she pulled Michael in front of her and kissed the head of his straining cock. Reaching for his testicles she cupped them gently before sucking his full length into her mouth. Maintaining a circling motion with her fingers she moved up and down his hard shaft. Pausing only to suckle at timed intervals.
Michael wove his hands through the silken cascade of chocolate of her hair and increasing pressure pulled her up the length of his body and took her lips in a searing kiss, before pushing her back down onto the bed. Stopping only to pull a condom from the night-table he slipped it on his straining erection and positioned himself at her opening. He entered her body in one full thrust.
Liz screamed in response and he slowly began increasing his thrusts, their strength, quickening their rhythm. She was so close to the edge and as Michael climaxed, her walls clenched around his length and she too found oblivion.
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