Befuddled Affection

Closing the door behind him Michael studied Maria�s back as she looked around the room anxiously. �You alright?� He asked wiping his hands on his jeans.

�Yeah.� She replied not turning, her eyes were fixed on the orb, that was placed on Max�s desk.

Walking towards her Michael was aware of her nerves rolling off in waves, the emotion vibrating off her and affecting him. Coming from behind Michael rubbed her shoulders to ease her worries. �We�ll go slow.�

�Slow.� Maria mimicked turning around. �Were incapable of going slow.�

�You know what I mean.� He replied grinning reassuringly as he tried to continue eye contact with her. Her eyes didn�t continue meeting his however and were quickly returned to the orb.

Pulling away from him Maria walked over to the desk and lifted the object to her chest. �I hadn�t seen it, it�s pretty�� She said pressing it against her ear; in hope that the loud beating in the room was coming from it and not her heart which she could feel had begun to slam against her chest.

Michael wanted her to clam down, hell he wanted to calm down, she should know he wasn�t just going to jump her and demand to, well, you know� �Your pretty.� He said moving closer.

�Stop it Michael, you�re making me nervous.� She said looking away. Beginning to hear his heart like it had been placed behind her ears unsettled her more then the quiet walk up to the room had done.

�I just want you to relax.� The idea that he might hurt Maria� frightened him beyond belief, just when everything was settling down, the thought of making her hate him�

�I am relaxed, I�m fine.� She wasn�t though. Maria had suddenly realised she wasn�t so sure about letting him touch her as she thought she was, what if she blew up? Realising she had been silent for a while and was being looked at intently she spoke reassuringly, �we were going to muck around together tonight anyway, I�m fine��

�We�re not just mucking around any more though.� Michael said quietly.

�I know.� She said tenderly, �I�m nervous too.� She added. Walking over to him she smiled. �I just� what happened in the kitchen? What did Max say?�

�Not much.� Michael said quickly. Maria raised an eyebrow as Michael looked away embarrassed. �He just told me where in his room the condoms were if�� Shuffling his feet Michael met her eyes trying to reassure her, ��we needed them.�

Stroking his jaw-line she responded to the unspoken question lurking in the room. �I can�t promise anything, I know if we had had them this afternoon then we probably would have�� Bitting her lip she continued, �but it�s good to know we have them.� Stroking his velvety skin and letting him stroke her supple cheek calmed her.

Looking at the bed she walked over to Max�s bedside table and lightly placed the object down on it. Sitting on the bed she looked at Michael. �Come �ere.� Walking over Michael took hold of her out stretched hand and stood before her. �Sit down.�

Sitting down Michael concentrated on breathing. He was on a soft bed, Max�s bed, with Maria. He didn�t like the fact it was *Max�s* bed, Maria should never be associated with Max�s bed. She should only be linked with his couch. A couch, she didn�t deserve to be connected with his *couch* either, she deserved a bed. Quickly standing he asked, �Was the couch okay?�

�What?� she asked puzzled.

�My couch, was it okay? I mean I know it�s not a bed but until I get one� would you mind being there in the future, on the couch.� He said in one long exhale moving towards the open window, unconsciously closer to the stars.

Maria understood his outburst and decided to stop this seed in his mind developing further. �If you�re there.� She smiled. �It�s a very comfortable couch� was my bed okay?�

It was the first time they had mentioned his comfort-sleepover. He had wanted to mention it for a while, tell her in some way how much he had appreciated her silent touches that night, how much comfort she had engulfed him in. �God yes, best sleep of my life.� That was all that he could manage at the moment, and for Maria it was enough though.

�If you come over here, this bed will be okay, I suppose� right now I don�t really like it.� She pouted.

Wandering over Michael licked his lips and sat down next to her. His fingers burned in anticipation and his heartbeat raced to challenge hers. Rubbing her shoulder softly he said coolly. �So.�

�So.� She copied smoothly feeling her temperature rise at his touch. �Let�s just do what we want and if that thing goes off, it goes off.� She finished.

�Okay.� He said moving closer, ��remember to tell me if you want to stop.� He continued whispering against her lips before capturing them in his own.

Cupping her face in his hands, they shared a slow kiss before Maria pulled back slightly and grinned, �and you remember not to stop just because I groan.� She said before softly sucking his lower lip.

�Planning on groaning are we?� He said moving to the side of her neck so he could trail kisses down her shoulder. Maria moved her hands up his chest and stroked his jaw-line with her thumbs before he could complete his destination to her shoulder however.

Dragging her tongue along his top lip Maria captured his bottom lip and sucked leisurely. �Shit yeah.� She replied opening her mouth so his tongue could enter.

Wrapping his arms around her Michael slowly leaned her back so that her head rested on the soft pillows. Rearing up he took of her shoes then his before stretching along her body. Placing one leg between hers, his tongue resumed exploring her warm mouth and neck.

Moving her arms to stroke down his back she opened her legs more, wanting his leg between hers to rest against the sheets and begin to rub her. She really needed the friction that he could create mentally and physically. �Please Michael.�

�What do you want baby?� He whispered along her neck. Michael had decided he was going to pleasure her, until she cried out his name like he had cried hers.

�I need you too touch me.� She replied, her voice becoming breathless.

Rearing up again he sat, then drawing her up so she was sitting with both legs over his thighs he stroked her flushed cheek, �so beautiful�� he murmured inaudibly. Moving her butt closer so they had their chests inches apart and the apex between her legs close to the prominent bulge that was forming in his pants. She kissed him softly before pulling away to look into his fervent brown eyes.

Each sweep of his lips left a strong tingling sensation that ran the length of her body. Maria�s stomach began to heat up, causing a fierce craving for him deep inside her. Pulling apart she realised she was not the only one feeling this way, his breathing which had been only slightly irregular when they had first pulled apart was now hard and fast, his torso heaving heavily.

Fiddling with the hem of her jumper he looked into her emerald eyes for permission, nodding Maria raised her arms. Taking her T-Shirt with the jumper he threw them over a nearby chair. Turning back he smiled. Her bra was dark purple now, he grinned looking into her eyes.

�What are you grinning about?� She asked disapprovingly, �You�ve already seen a bra today.�

�Not this one though,� he smirked, �I believe you were doing a little planing��

Blushing she looked at him hotly, �Well it was part of my groaning plan.� She retorted. Michael�s witty comeback fled as she lightly brushed his covered bulge with her knuckles. �So you gonna take your tops off? Or do I have to rip them off?�

Michaels tops flew over his head so fast Maria nearly missed them go. When off she brought her hands to his chest and ran her fingertips around his nipples in an intimate, tender caress. Lowering her head she took one in her mouth and tickled him with her tongue.

Michael moaned and rubbed her back while she continued the sweet torture she had learnt this afternoon. Gliding up her back his hands came to her back strap, his hands unclasped her bra like an expert. She giggled and he pulled away taking the bra with him.

When his hands returned to her back she felt his cool rings against her warm skin and shivered. �You cold?� He asked, �We could get under the blankets.� He suggested.

�No.� She breathed on his neck. Kissing his collarbone she continued, �I want to see you��

Nodding he pulled back so he could see the nipples that had been rubbing lightly against his chest. �Good.� He grinned, �I like to watch you � and it�s always good to see what you�re touching.�

She moaned as she moved back so she was laying on the bed, her eyes resting on his. �Stroke me Michael�� Lifting her knees so her legs bent more over his she looked at his hand then glimpsed at her jean fly that he had glanced at. He moved his hand towards her zipper. �Yes Michael�� She whispered, her breath getting caught in her throat.

Grunting at the site before him Michael unzipped her jeans and pulled. She lifted her bottom, balancing either leg on one of his, then lowering herself she raised her legs so he could smell and taste her calves as he pulled the jeans completely off.

Lowering her legs again so either one was bent above his knees he growled deep in his throat � the site was delicious. Maria was in nothing but green silk undies. It was enough to drive him insane. Her smooth skin seemed to be of the same consistency as the silk panties and the colour matched her eyes, he strained against his constricting jeans and swallowed hard.

Maria groaned and rubbed her knees together. He was killing her with his heated gaze and pleasure he was stirring within her centre. �Michael.� She whimpered. The ache between her thighs was returning, she felt her undies soaked through, �Stroke me Michael, please touch me�� she called to him.

Shifting Michael unsnapped the top button on his jeans; he was so uncomfortable that in was painful. Touching her outer thigh he brought his hand towards the inner side. She moaned and his cock twitched, vibrating at the top. Bringing his other hand into play he rested it on the top of her knee and explored along the top part of her thigh. Bringing the other hand to her other knee at the same time his hands copied each other, tracing her thigh and calf softly. �Oh Michael��

Michael couldn�t take it, he had to taste her; her curved full breasts, her flat smooth belly, her enthralling strong scent� it was all too much. Shifting he moved back so he could slide his legs out from beneath her skin archways. While rubbing her thighs in small circles he kneeled. Moving his hand to her knees that had come together in an effort to rub her ache he prised her knees apart and rubbed his hands down her inner thighs, pushing them further apart as he went. �God you�re sexy, so smooth�� He whispered.

Outlining her panties with his fingertips he hooked his thumb and index finger into the waistline. Bending over he kissed then licked around her belly button. Feeling her hands run up his back and into his hair encouragingly he smiled against her belly. Pulling the material down she once again raised her legs vertically, this time because his head was lower he was able to kiss the back of her thigh, and as he did was overpowered by her intoxicating scent.

�I�m so wet for you�� she groaned and Michael jerked at her throaty voice.

�For me�� He whispered as he licked behind her knee before she lowered her legs. �Only me?� He asked shifting so he could lick her lower.

�Only you oh God, only you�� she whined, he was torturing her.

Michael willed his body to stay in control. �How wet?� He asked thickly. Her legs had circled his waist in an effort to bring him closer; she had such long legs...

�Feel.� She moaned. �Trace me.� He groaned , she was torturing him with it � a pleasured suffering� she had become his drug of choice, one that you were immediately addicted to, and the craving never would stop� PART 9