| SOMETHING REAL- PART 6 Liz had never felt anything like this. Even when she thought Max was the love of her life, her 'soul mate' his touch had never had this kind of power over her. They had been intimate many times, but it had never been like this. She was desperate to feel Michael's bare skin against her own. She pulled away from him and sat up, yanking her shirt over her head and tossing it to the floor. She lay back down and laughed at the surprised look on Michael's face. Apparently he hadn't been expecting that. His face took on a reverent look, as though he was looking at a beautiful piece of artwork. She fidgeted impatiently under his intense gaze. Finally he reached out and ran his fingertips slowly from her shoulder down over her breast to her stomach, stopping at the waistband of her shorts. He tilted his head up to gaze at her questioningly. "Do you mind?" She shook her head and reached down to help him slide her shorts off. Liz was somewhat surprised at the way she felt. She was naked except for a pair of tiny blue silk panties, and yet she was completely relaxed. She thought she should be embarrassed or self-conscious having Michael see her virtually naked for the first time. She wasn't. It felt natural, like she had been made to be seen by him. Michael lowered his mouth to her ear and whispered in a low, husky voice that sent shivers down her spine, "You're perfect." He sucked lightly on her sensitive earlobe, eliciting a series of throaty gasps and moans that filled him with a warm rush of satisfaction. He was amazed at how much she seemed to enjoy his touch. It gave him a heady sense of pride, made him want to give her as much pleasure as he possibly could. He trailed moist kisses down her neck to her breast and closed his mouth over her nipple, sucking gently. Her back arched off the bed and she brought her hand up to grip his hair, holding him to her. "Oh my god, Michael!" Liz's heart was beating wildly and she could feel the liquid warmth of arousal between her thighs. Her breath hitched in her throat as Michael caught her nipple between his teeth and bit delicately, then laved it with his tongue. Tendrils of electric heat spread through her and made her body pulse with need. "Michael...please..I need.." she gasped desperately. Michael lifted his head from her breast and searched her face carefully. "What do you need, baby? Tell me." "I.." She closed her eyes in panic. How could she tell him what she wanted? She wasn't a prude, but she didn't think she could say the words out loud. "Liz? Baby, look at me. Please?" She did, turning several shades of red as he stared into her eyes. "I need to know what you want, Liz. I don't want to do anything that will make you uncomfortable. If you can't tell me - will you show me?" Liz pulled him down to her and kissed him passionately. She reached for his hand and moved it slowly over her body, stopping at the elastic band of her underwear. She released him and Michael slid his hand underneath the thin silk. He groaned loudly when he felt how hot and wet she was. He closed his eyes and bit his lip hard. The need to be inside her was nearly unbearable. His blood was pounding in his veins and his cock was throbbing painfully. Several deep breaths later, he finally managed to regain control of his traitorous body again and began to caress her softly. His index finger rubbed tiny circles over her clit, applying a gentle pressure that made her whole body shiver with pleasure. "Oh my god...Michael..don't stop." Her head thrashed from side to side on the pillow. Michael gazed at her in wonder. He had never imagined she would be so passionate. He was fascinated with her body's response to him. He watched her closely as he carefully slid a finger inside her. The expression on her face made his heart contract painfully. God, she was so beautiful he could barely breath. He began to stroke her inner walls in a gentle rhythm that made her hips lift instinctively to meet him. He entered a second finger to join the first and she almost screamed in ecstasy. "Oh god! Michael!" He increased his pace a little and massaged her clit with his thumb. Her inner muscles were contracting, squeezing his fingers. Michael was suddenly consumed with the need to taste her. He wanted it so bad he was shaking. He slowly removed his fingers from her body and used his other hand to brush the damp hair away from her flushed face. She stared at him through half opened eyes. Her eyelids were heavy and her pupils were dark with desire. "Don't stop." "I won't. Can I take them off?" he asked quietly, while running his finger back and forth across the elastic edge of her underwear. Liz looked into his eyes for a long moment. He seemed a little hesitant, as if he didn't really believe that she would allow him to strip her of her last piece of clothing. He also looked extremely aroused, and his hands were shaking slightly. That's what finally decided it for her. His hands. She didn't think she had ever seen Michael Guerin nervous about anything, but right now he was afraid that she was going to tell him no. The mere idea that she could have such a powerful effect on him made her feel unbelievably confident and desirable. Liz reached down to remove the small scrap of material, but Michael gently brushed her hands away. He moved down the bed until he was kneeling next to her legs and hooked his fingers under the sides of her panties. He slowly pulled them down until he reached her feet and she kicked them off. His eyes glazed over as he stared down at her in appreciation. She could feel herself getting wetter. The tension was tightening her belly; her skin felt hot and tingly. Michael ran his hand lightly up the inside of her leg, pressing gently, urging her to open for him. His fingertips brushed teasingly over her skin, intentionally avoiding touching her where she wanted it the most. He smiled when she whimpered in frustration. Liz watched through hooded eyes as Michael changed positions to lie on his stomach between her legs. She held her breath as he started spreading soft nibbling kisses across her inner thighs. When he flicked her clit with his tongue, it sent a jolt of electric heat through her body that almost made her hit the ceiling. Michael licked and nuzzled her sensitive flesh until she thought she was going to pass out from the intensity of the sensations he was creating. Michael was also lost in a dizzying array of sensations. The exquisite softness of her skin beneath his tongue. The warm silkiness of her body's liquid response to him. The intoxicating taste of her in his mouth. Sweet and spicy just like the rest of her. Everything about this woman was perfect. The fleeting thought that she was made just for him whispered across his mind once again. He thrust his tongue deep inside her body and more warm fluid rained down to be savored by his eager mouth. He licked greedily, not stopping until she was thrashing wildly beneath him. Michael finally gave in to her desperate pleas for release and returned his mouth to her clit. He closed his lips over the tiny bundle of nerves and sucked gently. Liz's back arched off the bed. Michael pressed one hand to her stomach to hold her still. He moved his other hand down and slid two fingers inside her again. She moaned his name over and over deliriously, her head thrashing on the pillow. Michael could feel her muscles clenching rhythmically around his fingers and he knew she was close. He increased the pressure on her hypersensitive clit, just enough to push her over the edge. She screamed in pleasure and shuddered violently against him. Michael moved up to lie beside her, drinking in the expression of ecstasy on her face. He felt a fierce possessiveness he hadn't known he was capable of welling up inside him as he watched her. Her body was flushed and quaking slightly in the aftermath of her release. Knowing he could give her this kind of pleasure brought him such a deep feeling of satisfaction. When she finally came back to earth Michael was looking down at her with a gentle smile. He tenderly brushed the sweat dampened hair away from her face and gave her a lingering kiss. "All right?" he whispered. "Mmmhmm," she sighed, still too dazed to form a coherent response. That was the most incredible orgasm I have ever experienced, she thought in awe. How can everything he does be so perfect? He seemed to know instinctively what would please her. He couldn't have done any better if he had read her mind. Michael gathered her into his arms and held her close, burying his face in her hair. Emotions he wasn't used to feeling were flowing through him in relentless waves. Every word, every kiss, every touch that passed between them seemed to bind them more tightly together. He nuzzled her neck, whispering in her ear, "This isn't going to be easy, you know. I hope you realize what your getting yourself into, because it's too late to change your mind. I don't think I'm ever going to be able to let you go now." Liz looked directly into his eyes and said in a quiet, serious tone, "I won't let you. I fought it for all those months, telling myself that you were forbidden territory. That I had to be insane to let myself fall for you. You were the worst possible choice. My best friend's ex-boyfriend and my ex-boyfriend's best friend. I could lose everyone I cared about." She caressed his cheek with gentle fingers. "You know what I finally realized?" He shook his head slightly. "If I spend my life denying what I want to keep other people from being hurt, the only person who suffers is me. I don't want to look back and realize that I made everyone around me happy except myself. I know it's going to be hard, the people we're closest to are going to feel angry and betrayed. It's probably going to take a lot of time and work to repair the damage to our friendships." She kissed him softly. "I can handle it as long as I have you. I love you, Michael." Michael stared at her in shock. She loved him. Liz Parker was in love with him. He felt the most incredible joy fill his heart until he was sure it would burst. Hot tears slipped unnoticed down his cheeks to pool against her skin. His reply was unwavering. "I love you, too. I love you so much, Elizabeth Parker." He squeezed her tightly to him and continued to cry silently while Liz stroked his back and ran her fingers through his hair; whispering soothing words of love and devotion in his ear until they both fell asleep tangled in each other's arms. |