Lowing her back down on the couch, they lay exactly how they had sat with Michael remaining between her legs. Though they had suddenly become really delicate and gentle towards each other, maybe it was because they were, she in particular, more exposed.
Clutching him tighter Maria revelled in his secure heaviness, trying to make this new experience drag out. Maria looked into the hovering eyes above her and stroked his cheek. “Go slow Michael.”
Michael had felt her fragility at this moment and understood her request. Wrapping his arms behind her shoulder he kissed her left breast gently. “Oh God.” He faintly said against her soft skin. Her legs had circled his hips to a small extent and he could feel her grow more comfortable in his arms.
Maria who was running her hands through his hair moaned as he started licking her breasts and the valley between. “Oh God Michael.” This was feeling natural, it was primal pleasure, more relaxed about the situation now Maria knew Michael was a little unsure still at this moment so she didn’t rely on him picking up her signals and instead voiced her want of pressure, “more Michael, suckle me…”
At her words Michael’s groin pushed into hers and he kissed her harder, not leaving rough marks but applying force and heat to her breasts his taste buds celebrated, making her his favourite flavour. His tongue swept around her nipples, lapping and tickling the dusty pink oval and nipping slightly at her nipples.
Moving her hands towards his back, they joined at his lower back and moved together to lie on his butt. Squeezing him she heard him grunt, relaxing her fingers then repeating the movement down his back and squeezing again he groaned in her ear. He had liked that and Maria repeated the action some more. Michael suckled her breast harder and Maria moaned, “Oh Michael…”
Holding his butt she pushed him towards her fast rubbing him hard before he rocked back. “Jesus Maria.” He gasped against her chest; this felt so good – too good.
This was heaven, being like this with the only person in this world she could possible imagine being with. Even though this was as far as they had ever went it wasn’t enough, it had always gotten harder and harder for her to say goodbye to him during the heatwave, and right now the thought of leaving him came as a dreaded thread throughout her mind.
Her mother was away for the weekend though; she had left this morning and said she wouldn’t be back till Monday afternoon. She wanted to stay longer, and officially could. The only difference was that the thought of staying longer made her want to do more, much more than what they were doing right now.
Michael trailed his tongue over her neck and brought his hands up so he could palm her breasts again. Rubbing gently he gripped her making a circle with his thumb and index finger for her nipple to be seen through. Licking its bud he repeated the action on the other.
All those mornings she woke up aching, not knowing what she had dreamt, or what she needed to make the ache stop became clear – Michael. She wanted, needed Michael, she was ready to complete what had been building up... “Michael stop.”
Her voice made him freeze and shoot his head up. He cursed silently; he didn’t want to stop. His stare was hypnotically controlling. Maria quickly inhaled; she needed to say it now before her eyes wandered to his lips and she forgot all sensible thoughts. “Michael…” she started, trying to look for the right words. “I just, if we’re going to go further, I need to know that you’ve got something.”
The air rushed out of his lungs in a second. Relief then terror came. “You want to, you want to…”
“Yes” she said lifting her hands from his lower back to his cheek, surprised by the steadiness of her voice. “I want.”
“Are you sure?” He asked rubbing his nose against hers.
Maria thought – right here, right now – yeah she was. “Yes… I mean, if you have something – yes.”
Disappointment filled him and he looked down, “I don’t.”
Maria lifted his chin and smiled – maybe she was rushing the gun a bit… and this was probably a good thing she reasoned, just diving in with no prior… Maria voiced her idea, “that’s okay. We can do other things…” Rubbing her lips together she stroked his hair. “But we should probably get some… for the, future.” She sniggered.
Michael buried his head into her shoulder and laughed. The laugh was unused but happy; to Maria he couldn’t have made a better sound. “So much for going slow.” She giggled at his assertion. Kissing her he grinned at a thought distraction. “What do you mean – ‘other things’?”
“Well I mean we should explore the lower parts of each other too.” She grinned.
“God help me.” He chuckled.
“I don’t think so, we’re on our own for this.” She smirked.
Kissing her softly he grinned against her lips. “So… how do you want me? Wet?”
Maria blushed. “My fantasy.” She whispered faintly. “How did you–”
“I told you I saw a whole bunch of other stuff…” Grinning Michael continued. “At first I wasn’t sure if I was just seeing stuff that I had made up or–”
Maria shuddered at his words. “You make up stuff… about me.”
“God yeah.” He grinned tracing her breast with his thumb in little circles.
“Tell me.” She said softly. Trying not to concentrate on the feeling building inside her breast which he was creating with his gentle caresses.
Looking into her eyes he continued to trace her chest. “What?” He asked distractedly, he couldn’t believe he was touching her breast and having this sort of conversation at the same time, this was great…
“What you think of doing… with me.” She coloured. Running her hands over his chest she continued. “It’s only fair. You’ve seen some of the fantasies I have about you…”
Kissing her cheek he asked huskily. “The most resent ones? Or you want some from the vault?”
Giggling Maria saucily replied. “Anything with undressing, so we can act out…”
Michael gulped. “Act out?”
His staring eyes bore into her and she matched them with her own and answered softly, “relax, just start telling me, and we’ll see what ‘other things’ we can do.”
Michael thought he would be nervous embarrassed, but he trusted her, she had exposed her self mentally to him on a number of occasions, he was ready. Maria knew when to joke, when to be serious, when to talk… he smiled at the thought, he had decided this afternoon that he really liked her verbal. “Will you talk too?” He asked shyly.
“If you want me to…” Maria answered as she ran her hand to his waistline.
“Well we usually start out arguing…” Michael began smiling. “You’re usually in skimpy denim shorts, and a singlet top at the Crashdown.”
“Why does this sound familiar?” Maria mocked as she drew lazy circles around his belly button.
“Shhh.” He prodded her belly. “I’m talking, and it doesn’t happen often so you just listen.” Then he added grinning, “Well to start off you be quiet… then add.”
Maria nodded and shut her lips tightly. “And well we fight and you get all flustered and hot and start coming towards me all angry. Then we just grab at each other and you rip of your top and then mine and I touch you everywhere.”
“Done that. Well not the actual ripping of the top…” Michael gave her a stern look. Maria smiled sweetly. “Sorry.”
“There is usually food and I lick it off your skin and you moan and start touching me.”
“Where?” Maria wanted expansion, she wanted details; his voice was sexy, so she wanted him to talk for as long as possible.
“Wherever you can… Your arms are everywhere, and you push me onto one of those booth tables.”
“What do you feel when your doing this?”
“Hunger.” He grinned. Maria wrapped her arms around him at his words and rubbed her groin into his, his voice grew fainter but the husky quality remained. “You then start rubbing me through my pants.”
“Like this?” Maria asked softly as she gently cupped him and rubbed up and down.
Michael garrotted. The words Maria understood and kissed him deeply. Pulling back she whispered ‘okay’ and began. “When I think of you wet, it’s from the rain, you undress and you’re naked in my room.” Continuing to rub him she stroked her other hand down the side of his torso. “I come out of the shower so I’m all wet…” Michael pushed into her hard with his hips and groaned, his dick was throbbing in time with her words. “I see you naked and wet just standing there and you come over to me and just take me to my bed. We don’t get under the sheets though. You untie my towel and run your hands all over me, and I rub my hands over you and then a feel you opening my legs, pushing them apart, I feel your dick on my thigh, it’s all hot but still wet like the rest of you.” Beginning to unzip his jeans their heartbeats quickened and breathing become ragged as a result of Maria’s heated words and the reality of the situation they were in.
TBC...