Maria awoke to the midday sun streaming warmly across her chest and the feel of Michael�s fingers running along delicately her hip. She smiled to herself, still not having opened her eyes yet, for fear of her mind playing tricks on her, and leaned her head into the comfort of the pillow beneath it.
She was sure it had all been a dream- a sweet, wonderful, magical dream. That her body was deceiving her and that wasn�t really his hands caressing her thigh in the early afternoon. That she would open her eyes and she would find herself alone, in her room, in her own bed. But taking a deep breath, she smelled the faint scent of Michael on the pillow and knew it was all true.
She felt him lift his head off her abdomen and turn to look at her and she quickly wiped the smile off her face, pretending to still be in the grips of slumber. She almost cracked when she heard him mumble "If she doesn�t wake up soon I will have to resort to drastic measures."
*Man she has been asleep forever!* he thought as he laid his chin against her leg and watched as her chest rose and fell. Her hair was draped across his pillow and he reveled in that fact that even if she never spent another night curled with him in his bed he would be able to smell her there and vision how she looked on this very morning. Her hand laid across her stomach, the other curled in her hair as her short breath danced across her lips. She was so beautiful when she slept, as if there were no worries in the world and nothing could disrupt the peace that she found in his bed. He wanted to leave her like this forever- but he was itching to hear her voice and see her look him in the eyes again. A smile plastered his face as he though of something devilish... something that he would enjoy throughly and he was sure it would be the best wake up call she had ever received.
*What is he doing?* She wondered as she felt him push off the bed, leaving her alone in the confines of his comforter. She opened her eyes just slightly in time to see his chiseled assets leave the room and head down the hallway. She couldn't help but smile now that he couldn��t see her. His back profile was almost as beautiful as his front....almost. She giggled into the pillow, pulling it up to fully cover her face, as she thought of the events of last night. "Oh yeah, " she mumbled into the soft cotton. "THAT better happen again...and again... and AGAIN!"She tried to compose herself again and return to the position where Michael had left her minutes before. She resumed closing her eyes and wiped the smile from her face just as she heard his naked feet padding down the hallway..... and had to stop herself from letting the smile returng at the thought that his naked feet were attached to his magnificently naked body.
He couldn�t help but smile to himself as he closed his bedroom door, careful not to spill the little cup of warm liquid he held in his hand. This was gonna be good. Never before would he have ever thought of something so creative, but being with Maria just brought forth things in him that otherwise would have lay dormant forever. He eased himself back between her thighs, but this time instead of resuming his position of having his head on her stomach, he knelt close to her and slowly brought her knees upwards, forming upside down V��s at each side of him. He grinned as he poured a small amount the gooey substance over the bundle of nerves that protruded from her folds, leaning down and running his tongue along the trail that it left.
*What the hell is THIS?* Her head was swimming with questions as she felt the warm liquid coat her most intimate parts, only to moan at the feel of his tongue remove it once again. Her eyes shot open as she moved her pelvis down lower, closer to his mouth, urging him to continue. She watched intently as he moved again and grabbed a tea mug from where it rested against the wall and proceeded to pour a liberal amount of the thick brown liquid over her and moved in again to take it all away.
She shuddered and closed her eyes tightly as her hands found themselves entwined in his hair as his tongue worked it�s way into her, his fingers running the substance across her folds and then pushing there way past his tongue and into her deeply. "Ahg... oh.....Mic....Michael!" She moaned his name as he continued to taunt and tease her out of her slumber. She felt him smile against her as he continued his ravage of her, running her tongue along her in long strokes, making sure to make contact with the small swollen nub with each flick of his tongue. He slid one hand under her and rested it on her ass as his fingers sunk more deeply into her. Her hands gripped fistfuls of his hair as her moans progressed, getting steadily louder with each movement her made within her.
"Oh God.... OH God..... Michael!!...... Mic...michaelmichaelmichaelmichaelmichael!!!" With the urgence of her voice he worked his magic faster on her, taking the ball of nerves between his lips and sucking on it gently, running the tip of his tongue across it. He felt the walls that confined his fingers begin to tighten in spasms as she chanted his name religiously, rolling off her tongue as the waves of passion churned within her. He hated to just leave her as she came, so he once again coasted her down slowing his assault on his clitoris to long and gentle strokes, barely touching her, yet she moved with him at each brush.
He finally looked up at her and grinned as he noticed the light color of pink that decorated her face, neck and chest and quickly found himself staring into her wide, now fully awake, eyes.
"Okay..." she said, clearly out of breath as she brought her hands up to run through her own hair and brush the light layer of sweat that had settled on her forehead. "...not that I am complaining or anything, but what was that?"
Michael shrugged and laid his chin above the light handful of curves that decorated her. "I was in the mood for pancakes for breakfast."
"Pancakes??" She asked, furrowing her brow and looking down at him. Michael nodded against her. "And doing THAT reminds you of pancakes?"
He laughed and a mischievous glint appeared in his eyes as he smiled up at her. "No.... but maple syrup does."
"Maple syrup!! THAT�S what you put on me??" Her eyes widened as she raised her voice, but she couldn�t help but smile at him.
"Well yeah! I mean, I figured you probably wouldn��t want my kinda pancakes..."
"And what, pres telle, is YOUR type of pancakes?"
"Tabasco flavored, of course.... sweet and spicy first thing in the morning. So I figured I�d wake you by getting my fill of my favorite new type of sweet and spicy..." He winked at her and she had to giggle. " .... and then join you for some regular pancakes."
"Oh.... nice idea there....very creative." She couldn�t wipe the stupid smile off her face.
"Thank- you!" he began to pull himself up off the bed and grab a tattered robe that sat on the chair near the door. "Now come on.... I will mix up the batter and begin to make you the best breakfast you have ever had."
"Not so fast there buddy." He stopped and turned to watch her naked form climb from his bed and saunter towards him. "Not that I am not liking the idea of you cooking for me, but do you have any idea how sticky this maple syrup is making me feel? I mean you did a good job at removing most of it, but I am still a bit....well..... let�s just say I don�t feel the cleanest."
"Oh..." he said, wondering where she was heading with this conversation.
"So...." she said, trailing her finger along his chest and down his abdomen where he had failed to tie the robe. She gripped the two sides of the worn navy blue terrycloth and pulled it around her body, laying her body against his, skin to skin.. ".... I suggest we shower first, then eat."
The corners of his mouth turned up and he kissed the top of her head as she nuzzled into his chest. "I could go for that."
"Good," she said, looking up at him and smiling wickedly. "Cause I want to prove something to you."
"Really? And what would that be, your highness?"
She slipped out from under his robe and stood up on her tippy toes, kissing his nose. "THAT, my darling would be the fact..." she reached inside his robe and grabbed his length in her hand and gave it a gentle tug. "... that payback is a bitch."
And with that she turned on her heel, pausing only for a moment to grab some clean towels off the stack of clean clothes on his dresser, leaving Michael to just watch her head to the bathroom.
He smiled, calling after her. "We�re not gonna be eating for a while, are we?"
"Not if I can help it." He heard her call from down the hallway, the smile evident in her tone.
"Man, I am so glad that I��m in love with you." He called, throwing the blankets from the floor back onto the bed. Her head whipped around the corner of his doorframe and he looked up to see her smiling at him.
"Ditto on that one boy..... now hurry up!" and she was gone yet again.
"Yes Mam!" he mumbled as he followed her down the hallway, closing the door behind him.
THE END (Sheesh *wipes her brow* FINALLY!!)