Unzipping his pants she rubbed his ridged flesh through his boxes. �Oh Michael��� She moaned, �you�re so big���
Michael�s hips involuntarily bucked and he hissed. She was stroking him through his boxes and the friction of the material made his legs shake slightly. �God yes, touch me, keep talking��� he trailed off into oblivion.
�Suck me Michael as I rub you, please��� She begged as she watched his reactions to what she was doing closely. He was big and she explored him slowly reading his reactions to know what to do. Mentally Michael was often unreadable, but physically she could tell just what he wanted. Lowering his head to her chest he sucked on her breast at her request. Engulfing her nipple in his warm mouth. He pushed himself further into her hands.
�Oh God yes.� She groaned as his warm mouth encased her cooled nipple.
While rubbing Michael with one hand she loosed his jeans with the other. The jeans moved past his hips and he groaned and sucked harder, hoping that he was giving her pleasure like that of what he was getting down below. �Maria.� He chanted. This was a sign of control-loss, her name. He didn�t want to lose complete control yet so he concentrated hard on what he was doing to her.
�Oh Michael, so firm, so big, I want to touch your flesh, feel you hot in my hands, please Michael��� At these words she released him and pulled his boxes down with both hands.
At the first touch of skin against flesh he cried, �You�re killing Maria, oh God.� Softly so as not to hurt him she ran her hand up and down his cock, softly cupping his balls and pressing with her thumb. She repeating this action until he had began to shake and sway with the touch. �Yes baby, faster�� oh God.�� His head came up, he wished he could have continued touching her breasts with his lips but the pleasure was uncontrollable, and impossible to ignore any longer.
�Oh Michael��� She gazed into the face above her. She had put that expression on his face �� a contorted pleasure, ��you feel like velvet over steel; let go babe.� Quickening her pace she watched his face and moaned, he was getting sweaty, all wet �� so sexy.
Michael felt his balls tightening and his stomach muscles clench. No jerk off session had ever been this good. He was close but he needed something, something extra. Without warning Maria drove her tongue into his mouth. He screamed as he came against her mouth, blinding colours swirling through his mind, flashes of memories from Maria whirled through the warm and cool colours, fantasies of himself twirled together with the memories and exploded in his brain.
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Lying on top of her he waited for his breathing to become steady. �Oh Maria.� He exhaled. Smiling she stroked his back and revelled in the heaviness of his body pressed against hers. Slowly she became aware that his weight was shifting. She opened her eyes to see him staring up at her. �Thank you.� He smiled and kissed her bottom lip, �Your amazing.�
�Me?� She smiled. �You did all the work.�
�What I did doesn�t count for work.� He grinned, �you on the other hand�� what you did���
�Doesn�t come under work either.� She said shaking her head. �Does come though��� she said with cheerful eyes.
�Oh God.� Michael choked. �Where did it land?�
�My hand.� She smiled. Raising her hand he saw it had his light sticky substance covering it. Michael reached for a towel on the chair and wiped her hand clean.
Circling his arms further around her waist. �I like being all over you.� He stated pokerfaced. Grinning he suggested in a husky whisper �� �I�d like to know though if you look just as good over me���
She would have thought he would need to rest a little, she hadn�t counted on his �superman� quality. �Ditto spaceboy.� She giggled. Had he said, done, something wrong? She had just said she wanted him to touch her. Pulling up his boxes and jeans he froze. What happened? Watching Maria put on her bra and shirt Michael sat on the couch puzzled, his tongue wouldn�t work and his legs weren�t up to anything right now either.
Maria raced to button up her shirt. Looking up she saw Michael on the couch looking stunned and upset. �Oh Michael, I�m sorry, I forgot �� Work.�
Michael signed. �Michael, I�m not the only one going! It�s your first night!� She exclaimed.
He shrugged, then blushed. �I forgot.�
Maria walked over to the couch and stroked his shoulder. �Come on we�ll go together, I�ve got the Jetta, Mum�s away.� She smiled.
Michael who had been concentrating on her touch and debating wether or not to just grab her then pin her to the couch until she promised to ring in with him head shot up at her words, and a hit of fresh fantasies hit him. �Amy�s away?�
�Down boy. She giggled. �Work first, then��� She ran her eyes down his body, landing on his groin. �We�ll see if I look good over you.� Turning back she finished coyly. �Maybe.�
Michael raced around his apartment, trying to put on his shoes as he worked on zipping up his jeans. Maria stood amused.