| Michael's lips crashed down on Maria's, his tongue slid slowly into her mouth touching the tip of hers with a slow smooth passion. His hands roamed her back underneath her tank shirt, tracing delicate circles with nervous fingertips. "I can't believe I said I'd give up my life, everything I've worked so hard for, for you," Maria tucked a few wild strands of hair behind his ear. "I barely even know you!" Michael leaned back so he could gaze at her face, into her eyes. "You do know me Maria, I'm just like you." She nodded and smiled while sliding her hands underneath his shirt and untucking it. She pulled it off over his head and dropped it in back of him. Her hands flew to his chest, searching out every curve of muscle, every goosebump that rose underneath her touch. Michael's breath caught with her touch. A sensation of something powerful rippled through him. He couldn't stop himself, the sensitive passion was leaking away and a raw innate hunger was filling him. He pulled her button down shirt off of her and threw it to the ground. He lifted her tank shirt over her head with delicacy and then tossed it in back of him, a wicked grin spread across his lips. Maria grinned back at him and reached for the clasp of his jeans as he reached for the button and zipper of her shorts. In unison, they unfastened and pulled down the only clothes keeping them apart. They stepped out of their pants and shorts leaning on each other and giggling. "I feel like I'm in high school," Maria giggled as she leaned her bare ass against the picnic table. "I don't think you feel like you're in high school," Michael licked his bottom lip and filled his hand with a bare breast. She laughed and cast a glance over her shoulder at Isabel's car. "I swear if either of them wake up�" Michael watched her; the barely breathing light from a new day was now only minutes away. Her body was hued in deep purples; a sallow glow from a distant streetlight outlined her in gold. Her hair was illuminated by a light that he couldn't identify, but it didn't matter. In that moment, Michael Guerin knew she was beautiful, and that he was so in love with her. While his thumb glided over one newly perky nipple, his other hand caressed the soft spot of skin between her shoulder and neck turning her back to face him. "I never knew there was someone like you out there," he whispered and pressed himself into her flesh. His hardness wedged in-between her legs, touching dampness. "I didn't know you were looking," she parted her legs and edged her ass back up onto the picnic table. "I wasn't," he leaned forward and kissed first one rosy nipple, then the other. He looked back into her eyes and saw the same want and need he knew was reflecting in his own. "Me either," she whispered and crooked her legs behind his knees pulling him to her. "Me either." Michael pressed against her and then into her. A sensation of utter contentment roared through him like wildfire. He felt her teeth rub against his chest, the chiseled bottoms tearing across his skin. He thrust deep into her until the thoughts of going straight through her made him pause. Maria felt the ache of need float away from her. A life of solitude was slowly being replaced with fullness. She wrapped her legs around his waist and pulled him deeper into her, bruising inside of her. She didn't care; she needed him to be as far inside of her as he could get. A groan escaped Michael's lips and he began to rock against her, thrusting deep then deeper; his mouth stayed hungry on her neck. Maria rocked with him, making a sweet simple sound somewhere between a moan and sigh with each thrust. She felt his mouth on her neck; the wetness of his saliva cooling her skin in the tepid breeze while inside of her burned. The electricity in Michael's body couldn't be corralled. He pulled out of her while he still could and came down her leg, exhausting his body against hers. He met her eyes and frowned. "I couldn't stop it." She kissed the tip of his nose. "I didn't want you to." TBC |
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