Author: Mnemosyne [email protected]
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Summary:Sequel to "Bad Girl." Maria gets her own back.
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Michael Guerin woke up at 1am Saturday morning, and wondered what the hell had disturbed him. He'd been right in the middle of the most intense dream of his young life. Of course, for the past two days, he'd been having pretty wild dreams. Since Maria last came by. Since their kinkfest.
Just thinking about it made him drool.
So he couldn't help but wonder what could have woken him up. When he got into one of his erotic fantasies, it took something pretty extreme to shake him out of it.
Michael tried to turn on his side and check the clock, but found he couldn't move very far. It was then that he realized his arms were tied above his head, spreading to either side. "What the-" he muttered, looking up at his wrists. They were bound to his headboard with some odd material he wasn't familiar with.
"Pantyhose," came a sultry voice from beside him, and he jerked his head to the side to find Maria hovering by his bed.
She nodded to his bound wrists. "Pantyhose are incredibly strong, did you know that?" she said, as if commenting on the weather. "I figured I'd need strong stuff, to deal with those alien powers of yours."
"Maria?" Michael asked, confused. "What the hell are you doing?"
She grinned then-- a bright flash of teeth. A shark's smile. Moving forward, she crawled up onto the bed beside him and leaned down, so her lips were inches from his and her hair tickled his chest.
"Payback," she whispered.
He frowned, confused. "Payback? For wha-" He stopped as she raised an eyebrow, and realization struck. "Maria, you ASKED me to do that to you," he argued.
Maria shrugged. "I know. And I loved every minute of it, pally." She tapped his nose lightly with her index finger. "But that doesn't mean I think you should get away with it. I mean, telling me when to cum? Sexy as hell, yes. But cruel? More than you can imagine."
She trailed a finger down his bare chest-- he'd been sleeping in the nude for the past two nights; saved on laundry bills. He felt her tug at the blanket that still covered him up to his waist, but she didn't pull it down.
"So I think you need a little punishment," she purred. "In fact, I think you need a LOT of punishment. Let's begin, shall we?"
*******
The look on his face was priceless as Maria leapt up from the bed again, and she couldn't resist a giggle at his expense. //This must have been the LAST thing he was expecting.// Though judging by the bulge beneath the blankets near his waist, he wasn't entirely adverse to her little game.
Spinning around, she let him have his first good look at what she was wearing, which wasn't much, and would soon be less. She'd shed her overclothes before tying him up-- which had been incredibly arousing; an action she wanted to take more often-- and now, her attire was cloaked beneath his leather jacket. She loved that jacket-- it smelled like him; felt like him. Rugged and supple.
Slowly, Maria let the jacket slide off her shoulders. It slipped down her arms to pool around her feet, revealing her flat tummy and rounded breasts. The bra she wore was hardly worthy of the title-- it was little more than a black lace band that circled her body, and did nothing to hide her nipples or control her breasts. One good sneeze and she'd probably fall out completely; but she had no intention of sneezing. Besides, she didn't plan to wear the thing for very long.
Michael's gaze lingered on her breasts for a long moment, and she let him stare at her, grinning at the automatic lust that rose up in his eyes.
When his gaze shifted downward, she could feel it move- feel the hot path of his eyes as they traced down her stomach to her pelvis, and its measly covering. The triangle of satin which formed the main body of the thong barely concealed the mound between her thighs, and the g-string did even less to hide the smooth globes of her rump.
He stared at the satin hungrily, and Maria could imagine him forming a mental picture of ripping it off her body. It made her feel drop-dead sexy.
She trailed a hand down her body, from neck to breasts to stomach to hip, delicately circumventing the heat between her legs. Already, she was beginning to pulse. Tonight was going to be fun.
"Getting an eyeful, spaceboy?" she asked, turning a slow circle to be sure he saw every inch of her. She wore high-heeled black, patent leather platforms that made her legs even more shapely than normal. Somewhere she'd read that guys liked naked women in heels. Normally, she'd have snorted and shown Liz so they could share a laugh at the idiocy of testosterone. But tonight, she wanted to excite Michael as much as possible.
It would make the revenge all that much sweeter.
"You like what you see?" she asked, facing him again and cocking her hip.
Michael nodded. "Oh, yeah."
She grinned again. "Good."
Moving towards him, she climbed slowly onto the bed-- the platforms made this difficult, but she managed it--and threw a leg across his waist so she straddled him, her face hovering above his.
"Take it off," she murmured near his lips.
His brow furrowed in confusion. "What?"
Maria giggled, and moved further up his body, so that her breasts were near his mouth.
"The bra, spaceboy," she answered. "Take it off."
"But...Maria, my hands-"
"With your MOUTH."
He eyed her closely. "Maria-"
She shook her head. "Uh-uh-uh," she tsked, grinning. "I'M in charge, remember? And I say, use that talented tongue of yours to get this thing off me. And no funky alien power usage, either. Just you, your lips, and that little clasp there. Surely you can accomplish THAT much, right?"
He still didn't look convinced, so she lowered herself toward him. Her breasts were virtually spilling out of their lace cups. She'd worn his favorite perfume tonight-- Sugar Plum-- and been sure to use the fragrance liberally on her chest, so that he was now doused in the scent.
"You know you want to," she murmured huskily, stroking his hair with one hand as she steadied herself on the wall behind his bed with the other.
And he did want to-- it didn't take a nuclear physicist to deduce that. Michael's eyes were transfixed on the creamy flesh that was virtually bursting from its black lace covering. His tongue darted out briefly to lick his lips, and then he raised his head ever-so-slightly from the pillows so that his face was buried in her bosom.
Maria closed her eyes and sighed happily as she felt his teeth working at the clasp that fastened the bra. It was a tricky one-- she'd been sure to determine that before she bought it. Make it harder for him-- keep his face inches from her nipples just THAT MUCH longer. Still, she had no doubt that he'd get it undone quickly.
She wasn't disappointed. Less than a minute later, she felt the clasp release, and the bra flew open. Her ill-confined breasts sprang free, brushing his face as he rested back against the pillows, gasping. She knew he wasn't breathless from exertion, and a quick glance back over her shoulder revealed the reason for his lack of breath. The bulge in the blankets had grown larger.
Turning back, Maria grinned. "See?" she asked, shrugging out of the lace and letting it drop to the bed beside her. "Was that so hard?"
Michael shook his head, but he didn't seem able to meet her eyes. He was too busy trying to focus on both her breasts at once. Maria had to laugh-- he was such a guy!
He tried to take one of her nipples in his mouth, but she pulled away before he had a chance. "Nuh-uh," she said, waggling a finger under his nose as she sat on his stomach. "You don't get to touch me till I say so."
"But...Maria..." he protested, and she shushed him by laying a finger across his lips.
"No arguing, or I'll have to make your punishment even more intense," she told him. "I don't know if you could survive that." She winked, and he settled back against the pillows, a longing look on his face. Good. He was already beginning to stew.
Pushing herself off his body, she stood again, and turned back to face him. "I'd have you take this off, too," she said, indicating the thong, "but then I don't think you could control yourself. I think you'd try to taste me, and we can't have you doing that. So I'll just take care of this."
Slipping her fingers into the stringy waistband, she slid the thong over her slim hips and let it tickle down her legs to land on the floor around her feet. She stepped out of the circle of black satin, and reached down to snag it off the rug.
When she straightened again, Maria could sense his eyes raking over her naked body, and it made her glow with pride. Michael adored her body, and he had no qualms about telling her so. She could remember the night of their first time, when he'd held her gently after their coupling, how he had told her that her body was like a french pastry-- warm and sweet and soft and inviting. She'd had a fondness for eclairs ever since.
"You want to touch me, don't you?" she said, meeting his eyes.
He nodded. "Yeah. Oh, God, yeah."
She walked to the edge of the bed slowly, sacheting her hips like a supermodel. "You want to lick me with that pretty tongue of yours, don't you?" she murmured, hooding her eyes and leaning forward over him, so that her breasts almost grazed his arm. "You want to taste me, and make me scream your name, don't you?"
Michael nodded wildly. "Yes!"
Maria shook her head. "Sorry, baby. You're gonna have to wait."
He winced. "But, Maria-!"
She silenced him again. "I said NO," she told him firmly. "You always have been an argumentative son-of-a-gun, haven't you?" She sighed, as though weighed down by some impossible burden. "We'll just have to fix that, won't we?"
Balling up the thong, Maria grinned at him. "Open wide."
Michael eyed the wadded material. "Maria...do you really-"
He was cut off as she stuffed the satin between his teeth and into his mouth, effectively gagging him.
"There," she said, sitting back and admiring her handiwork. "Done."
Well, almost.
"Actually... I don't think that itty-bitty thong is going to be enough, spaceboy," she informed him, springing up from the bed and scurrying over to his jacket, still on the floor. "You do have an awfully big mouth, after all. I think...maybe...here!" She stood up, and turned back to face him. "This oughta do the trick!"
From her fingers dangled the ruined pink bikini underwear from two nights ago, still cut to pieces.
*******
Michael watched as she approached. Her breasts swayed ever so slightly as she walked, making an erotic motion that elicited a strong reaction from his groin. He groaned around his gag, and saw her smile slowly in response.
"See the way the honey glides," she murmured, sinking down onto the bed beside him and trailing her fingers up his chest. "You want to claim her deep inside. To taste her pulsing, honey tides. Plunge into her satin heat and hide."
Michael swallowed, and she leaned in closer.
"You're not the only one who can compose on the spot," she told him softly.
Her fingers tripped up his chest then, and gently prodded his teeth open so she could press the pink lace panties into his mouth.
They met his tongue with a blast of flavor that tasted like Maria; like lust. It exploded on his tastebuds, and spread across his tongue, making his mouth water. He wanted to taste more of her-- he wanted to drink her.
She was watching his reaction with that same sultry smile. "Does it taste good, baby?" Michael figured she must want some response, so he nodded, and she smiled broader. "I know it does. And that all belongs to you, you know. You made me so wet the other night-- so wet, so fast-- and those panties just soaked it up like a sponge. Like a Michael sponge." She trailed her fingers over his cheekbone, and he trembled with the urge to thrash against his bonds and crush his mouth to hers.
Maria moved in closer, so her lips were right next to his ear. "You want to do that to me again, don't you? You want to suck on me until I scream."
He nodded again, even more forcefully. It seemed all he could do.
Her fingers traced his lips, a delicate, infuriating touch, and she smiled. "Later. Maybe."
Michael watched her stand and walk away, desperation edging his eyes. Maybe? What did she mean, maybe? He'd let her cum during their last little escapade-- she couldn't just leave him like this! She wouldn't!
Would she?
"Let me think," she said, pulling herself backwards up onto the kitchen counter like an Olympic swimmer. "What would be the sweetest form of torture for Michael Guerin? What would make him the hardest? What would make him want to just fuck me till he drops? Hmmm..." She tapped her chin thoughtfully. "Decisions, decisions..."
Michael could just tell, from the look on her face, the gleam in her eye, that she already knew exactly what his torture would be. He felt a thrill of excitement course through his body.
Finally, her eyes lit up, and she met his look dead-on. Her gaze was smoldering.
"Bingo," she said, and that one word held so much weight, it seemed to have its own gravity.
He watched her hop off the counter and scurry into the kitchen to begin rifling through cupboards. When she'd exhaust one cabinet, she'd close it, mutter something about aliens and their habits, and move on to the next cupboard, her high-heeled platforms clicking on the linoleum. He had to admit, the shoes were seriously turning him on. Her entire body was jazzing him with sexual electricity.
"Ah-HA!" she crowed, apparently having found what she was looking for. "I should have looked in here first," she commented, pulling something from the cupboard above his fridge. "Where would spaceboy put his cleaning products? In the least accessible place in the entire apartment! Naturally!" She spun around, and his eyes widened at what was in her hand.
It was a feather duster.
Maria grinned wickedly, and plucked a single feather from the bunch.
"Let the games begin," she said.
********
From the look on his face, Michael already had a pretty good idea what she was going to do as she approached the bed. He looked to be both wary, and horny as hell.
"This is where the real fun begins, Michael," she said, playing with the feather as though it were a riding crop. "This," she held up the plume, "is just the introduction. I have to get you in the mood before I can torment you properly."
She saw him swallow again, but his eyes were dancing and lusty, and she could feel his desire even across the room.
"First off, let's get rid of THESE, shall we?" Maria observed, hooking a finger under his blankets and beginning to draw them down his body. She went slowly, making sure the cotton of his sheets kept up a steady pressure on his erection. He moaned around his lacy gag, and she saw his muscles tighten.
Eventually, the blankets were removed and bunched up at the foot of the bed, and he lay naked before her. Her eyes automatically strayed to his erect shaft. She could never get over how large he was-- she didn't know too much about human anatomy, but she knew enough to say with all honesty that he had very good alien genes. VERY good. And he fit her perfectly-- like two matched pieces of a cosmic puzzle.
Tearing her eyes away from him, she climbed onto the bed beside him, stretching herself out alongside his body, but not touching. Just close enough that he could feel her heat, and smell her scent. Enough to be infuriatingly arousing without any physical contact.
"Do you like this?" she asked him, her breath whispering against his ear. "Do you like the things I'm doing to you?"
Without hesitation, Michael nodded.
"Do you want me to keep going?"
Another nod, more effusive this time.
"Then close your eyes. And keep them closed."
He did, and Maria grinned, raising the feather. "Just remember to breathe," she whispered, and began to trail it down his arm.
*******
Michael was in fucking agony.
Nothing painful-- far from it. He was completely deluged with pleasure. The feather was gently traversing his flesh, making his skin prickle with desire. He could feel Maria lying close to him. He normally would have rolled himself onto her by now-- buried her body beneath his and sunk in deep and fast, the way she liked it when she was in her playful moods. His body expected it from him, and DID NOT like the fact that he had not already plunged into her, sheathing himself to the hilt in her moist heat.
The feather was teasing his nipples now, and he pulled in a quick breath around his gag. His mouth was still flooded with her flavor, and it showed no signs of diminishing. He could smell her lust, and knew she must be soaking wet by now. His fingers itched to delve into her-- to find that secret spot inside her tight passage that made her whimper when he pressed on it just right. That made her cum like a beauty queen on prom night if he pushed a little harder.
"I've always wanted to do this to you, you know," she said, trailing the feather up his neck and brushing it lightly over the sensitive flesh behind his ear. He shivered. "You're always so damned tough on the outside, Michael. I wanted to see you vulnerable. Mine for the taking."
Michael felt her breath on his shoulder, the devilish tickle of her long, sumptuous hair on his chest, as she moved closer to his ear. One of her nipples brushed his arm before she pulled it back quickly, and the contact made him want to scream with need. He fought vainly with his bonds, knowing he wouldn't get free. And if he did, she'd just tie him up again. Or leave. He didn't think he could take it if she left.
Maria's tongue traced the curve of his ear, and he quivered again. "I'm so wet right now, Michael," she whispered to him. "Do you know how fucking wet you make me? Just looking at you, I want to ride you all night. I want you to make me cum and cum and cum. Do you want to do that? Do you want to make me orgasm, over and over, just for you?"
He made a choked noise then-- he'd classify it as half-sigh, half-moan-- and listened to her laugh in response.
"I'll take that as a yes," she told him. "That's good. That means you're almost there. But you need a little extra push. Maybe....this."
He felt the feather lift away from his skin, and he almost breathed a sigh of relief; until he felt it again.
Maria swirled the plume around the tip of his shaft, and this time, he out-and-out groaned, his body flexing towards her as she toyed with him. The feather's downy fringe traced up and down his erection, leaving no millimeter untouched. He began to pant as she stroked him like this-- maddeningly light, ticklish brushes that made him want to scream.
"Ooooh... Is that working? It looks like it is. It looks like you're enjoying what I'm doing to you. Would you like me to stop now?"
//HELL NO!// Michael shook his head wildly, squeezing his eyes shut even tighter as the tendons in his neck tightened.
Then, she did the unthinkable.
She took the feather away.
His eyes snapped open, and he looked at her with wild frustration.
Maria's cheeks were flushed, and a thin coating of sweat skimmed her skin. But she somehow managed to grin at him as though she hadn't a care in the world.
"You're ready," she murmured.
********
She'd hated doing that to him. Leaving him that close to the edge, without any warning whatsoever. But payback was payback, in all its forms and flavors. Wasn't that why she was here?
Maria fingered his cds, and rolled her eyes. Metallica and Staind were great and all, but they didn't really set the mood she needed. Looked like she'd have to resort to using one of her own. She was thankful she'd thought to bring some.
Bending down to rifle through her purse, she became very aware of her own arousal. Her netherlips were soaked, and her nipples were painfully hard. She'd never admit it to him, but as she'd laid next to him on his bed just now, she'd come extremely close to just cutting his bonds and letting him have at her. She could do with a little ravaging right now.
But no. That wouldn't fit with her plan. If she wanted to make Michael squirm, then she had to keep out of his reach. She had to make him pant, and groan, and beg for her.
And she was pretty sure he'd be doing that in a few minutes. No doubt.
"Hah," she said, her hand closing on the cd she wanted. "There you are." Chris Isaak. Nothing like a little 'Wicked Game' to set the mood.
Standing again, she crossed to his cd player and popped in the disk. Skipping to the right track, she set it to repeat. This might take a while.
She really hoped it did.
*******
Michael didn't know what she was planning, but he was just about raving from the stimulation she'd given him and then taken away. Now he thought he had some idea of what it had been like for her two nights ago.
Suddenly, slow, sultry music began to filter through the apartment, and when he looked in its direction, he saw Maria approaching. She was pushing a chair in front of her. It was a leather-covered office chair, the nicest piece of furniture in his apartment; a hand-me-down from the Evanses. It was covered in red leather, and had a high-back, detailed with large buttons. The arms on either side were high, broad, and cushioned. It was a comfortable seat-- he liked the way it fit his body.
When Maria sat in it, directly at the foot of the bed facing him, he decided he liked the way it fit her body better.
"This is where we start the main part of your punishment, Michael Guerin," she told him. "I only have a few rules. First, you can watch, but you can't make a sound. Not a peep. The most I allow you is quicker breathing. That's all.
"Second, you have to listen to everything I say. EVERYTHING. You are not allowed to space out on me, spaceboy, understood? I want you to hear it all.
"Third, I want you to imagine everything I tell you as if it were real. As if everything I say were the truth. Got it?"
Michael nodded.
Maria grinned. "Good. Now, sit up. I think you're going to want a better view."
Michael pushed himself up into a sitting position, leaning against the headboard. Once he'd settled himself comfortably, Maria nodded, and smiled sexily.
She spread her legs.
//Oh, shit,// Michael thought, as he suddenly realized where this was going.
In a quick motion, Maria raised her legs and rested them over the arms of the chair, the platforms making her feet dangle low. He admired her flexibility. Her damp cleft was fully exposed to him; deep pink and shining with moisture, like early morning rose petals.
The music was still humming in the background, and she somehow seemed to move in time with its slow, sultry beat. Her hands began to massage her breasts, and Michael watched, transfixed, as her fingers kneaded the giving flesh.
"Oooh.. Oh, yes." She pinched one of her taut nipples, and winced. "Oh, god, yes! Mmm..."
Maria's fingers worked the base of her breasts and toyed with her distended nipples. He could see her center growing wetter with each touch.
"I'm imagining you're the one touching me, Michael," she murmured, opening her eyes. The pupils were dilated. "I'm imagining you're rubbing my breasts in your big, long-fingered hands." She tweaked both nipples at once, and her back arched. "Oooh... Oh, shit, yes, Michael that feels so good. Oh, yes. Don't stop! I love when you do that to me. More..please...!"
*******
Michael was watching her as though she were a live wire that might explode at any second. Maria felt a thrill of pleasure rush through her, and not only from her nipple stimulation. He was completely engrossed by the actions of her body.
Through her haze of passion, she saw him shift uncomfortably on the bed. His erection was even straighter now, if that was possible, and she wondered if he'd be able to keep himself together long enough to see this through to completion.
Maria let one hand snake down from her breast, while the other continued to roll her nipple. Her fingers traced patterns on her stomach and inner thigh, trailing back and forth between either site. Michael's eyes watched the digits ardently, unwilling, she could tell, to let his gaze stray.
"Mmmm... Oh, YES, baby! Ahhh... Just...just a little farther. PLEASE..."
//Time to stop teasing, Deluca,// she told herself, and not just for his benefit. Looking at him, propped up in bed like that, wrists stretched out to either side, completely horny and all hers, was making her so hot, she could feel the leather beneath her beginning to melt.
Delicately, she swooped her fingers down, to the top of her moist cleft. Michael's jaw hung slack as he watched her hand move a little deeper, her fingers disappearing between her lower lips. //He wants to be the one doing this,// Maria thought. //He wants to be the one who makes me cum.//
The thought was comforting; especially when her fingers made contact with her engorged clit, which seemed to leap as she touched it. //Oh, shit,// she moaned internally. "T...Touch me! Please!"
********
Michael could almost feel her moisture on his fingers as she slipped her fingers between her netherlips and stroked her clit. Her hips jolted a little at the touch, and she bit her lip.
"T...Touch me! Please!" Maria begged, as her fingers began to circle her clit in earnest. "Oh...oh, FUCK, YES! Michael...Michael, Michael, Michael...! You fuck so GOOD, baby. You know....gahhhh!...just....just where to...to..toooouUUCH!"
Her hips began to rock as her other hand left her breast and joined the first at her wet sex. She parted her swollen lower lips, and Michael had an unobstructed view of her fingers ravaging her clit.
Maria was whimpering uncontrollably, her chest rising and falling, tiny beads of sweat cascading down her ivory breasts. Michael couldn't move-- he was entranced.
And also frustrated, agonized, and in pain.
It should be HIM doing these things to her. He should be there, head between her legs, massaging her with his tongue. Her fingers should be buried in his hair as she begged him for completion, while he drank her nectar like his life's blood.
His erection was painful now. Pre-orgasmic cum droplets trickled down the heated flesh, but he was helpless to do anything about them. All he could think about was how fantastic her mouth would feel on him right now. Or how fucking spectacular it would be to watch her impale herself on his shaft, and orgasm with him, fast and powerful, like a lightning strike.
"OH, Michael! PLEASE...please, don't! Don't...don't tease me like this! Oh, fuck...me! Fuck...ME!"
Michael watched Maria skim her fingers lightly along her hot sex, coating the tips with moisture. She brought them to her lips and sucked greedily, tasting herself and sobbing as she pinched her clit especially hard.
He started sucking on the panties in his mouth, drawing out the last vestiges of her flavor that hadn't already soaked into his taste buds. He imagined he was tasting her throbbing bud, lapping at her soaking wet cleft, while she moaned and rocked above him. His own hips began to move faintly, in conjunction with the fierce thrusting of Maria's pelvis.
Her other hand returned to her wet lips, spreading them wide open again. Only this time, she didn't just hold them apart-- she moved deeper, until she'd pushed three full fingers inside her ready passage.
"Oh, YEEEESSSSSS!" she shrieked, her hips bucking forward extra hard, but not enough to make her cum. Michael winced as the sheer pleasure in that cry rippled over his skin.
"Deeper, deeper, Deeper, DEEPER!" Maria begged, and pushed a fourth finger into her sheath. Her other hand furiously attacked her clit, and her back arched away from the chair as her hips bucked uncontrollably.
"Oh, yes! Oh, fuck! Baby, baby, Michael, baby, come on! Yes! DO IT! PLEASE!"
//I want to!// he screamed internally, and squeezed his fists so tightly, his nails drew blood on his palms.
Suddenly, Maria's body seemed to contract, as every muscle tensed, ready for release.
"Aaaa..oo..oooh...AHHH...YEEESSS....YEESSS, MICHAEL!! I'm cumming! BABY, I'M CUUUUMMING!"
She came so hard, it almost doubled her over. She bucked up out of the chair, so that she was held aloft by nothing more than her legs across the arm rests and sheer willpower. Her hand still rubbed her clit furiously, continuing the orgasm for a full half-minute.
Finally, she fell back to the chair, sobbing with ecstasy, and Michael did likewise. He hadn't noticed that he'd stopped breathing, but now, as air rushed back to him, he realized he was light-headed from lack of oxygen and the heady scent of her orgasm. It set off every hormonal response in his body, from the most primitive mating desire, to the most advanced yearning for simple completion. He wondered why he hadn't cum already.
Goddamn alien willpower.
********
For five long minutes, Maria couldn't move. The tremors that wracked her body were so intense, they would have cramped her muscles if her muscles weren't too loose to cramp.
Her breathing was ragged and fast, and it felt cold against her shoulder. She moved her fingers, which were still buried within her body, and felt a tingle of renewed pleasure. For a moment, she considered bringing herself to orgasm again, just to relieve the remaining desire, then thought better of it. Best to let Michael do that for her. The boy had been punished enough for today.
Wait a minute.
Michael.
She'd completely forgotten about him! In the midst of her orgasm, he could have blown up the chair she sat in, and she wouldn't have noticed.
Her eyes snapped open, but she didn't sit up. That would have required too much effort. Instead, she let her eyes wander to where he reclined on the bed, and she felt her sheath clench again at the sight of him.
His erection was painfully strained, and she could see the discomfort on his face. But Michael hardly seemed to notice. His eyes were focused on her body, running from the crown of her head to her dripping sex, to her patent leather platforms, and back again.
Slowly, Maria withdrew her fingers. She winced as the friction made her clit leap a bit, then breathed a sigh of relief.
Moving carefully-- not trusting her muscles to support her for much farther than the distance from the chair to the bed-- she stood, and made the two steps to the mattress. Immediately, she fell onto the bed, and raised her legs to get at her feet and loosen the platforms so they could be kicked off. Once the weight of her shoes was gone, she turned around, and pulled herself onto her hands and knees.
Crawling up the bed, she covered his body with her own, careful not to touch his erect shaft, and touched her fingers to his lips.
"I want to hear you speak now," she murmured dreamily. "Open wide."
He did as she ordered, and she reached into his mouth to pull out the makeshift gag.
Michael sucked her fingers into his mouth the instant the panties were removed. They were on the hand she had used to bring herself to climax, and they still tasted strongly like her juices. Maria arched her back and purred as he attacked her fingers with his tongue. Her breasts grazed his chests, and the still sensitive nipples sent a shock of pleasure to her core, making her even wetter than she already was.
"Did you enjoy the show, Michael?" she asked, pressing her forehead against his. "Did it make you want me?"
He released her fingers and gazed up into her eyes. "Your skin is so soft, even in my mind," he told her, his voice husky with unreleased desire. "I need to feel you. God, let me taste you, Maria. Please. Fuck, let me taste you!"
Who was she to resist?
Placing a whisper-soft kiss on his lips-- so gentle, it was almost chaste, except for the tongue she flicked against his teeth-- she pulled back, and swung her leg over him so she no longer straddled his body. Turning around, she positioned herself over him again, so that her lower body was even with his face.
"Go a-" she began, but was cut off as his tongue immediately made contact with her clit.
"GAAAHHH!" she moaned, arching, and pressing her pelvis down against his face. "Oh, YES!"
He sucked on her core, and the suction made her want to cry, it felt so good. It made her want to return the favor.
*******
The instant Maria's hot mouth closed over his erection, Michael came the closest he ever had to blacking out.
It took him so by surprise that he accidentally bit down on her clit, making her cry out in surprise and pain. The vibration around his hardness made him moan, and he soothed her clit with a gentle massage of his tongue. Her muscles loosened, and she went back to her ministrations.
Oh, shit. This...this was fucking incredible. He wished he had his hands so he could pull her down tighter against his mouth, though she couldn't get much closer. He wanted to swallow her.
His own hips thrust at her mouth as she rose and fell on his shaft in quick movements. At this rate, he could cum in an instant, without warning. His senses were already stimulated beyond belief-- Michael figured some strange alien safety mechanism was keeping his body in check. Otherwise, this would have been over a long time ago.
He lapped up the liquid that dewed her core, being sure to get every drop. He laved her inner thighs to capture the rivulets that had snaked away from her sheath. She tasted even better in the moment than he'd remembered.
Suddenly, she made a particularly quick thrust on his shaft, and he released her body from his delicate suction as he let out a wordless cry and bucked hard against her mouth. "MARIA!" he bellowed and almost came. But some part of him knew that wasn't what either one of them wanted.
Maria must have guessed it, too, because she moved off his body, and twirled around. It took little time for her to position her passage above his hard length. In a moment, she'd sunk down onto his shaft, and the world disappeared.
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Immediately, as if someone had drawn him a map of her inner body, Michael's shaft stroked against her g-spot, and Maria sobbed with ecstasy as he thrust within her.
"Oh, God, Michael!" she moaned. "YES!"
He rocked inside her, and she had to lean forward or else fall. She pressed her lips to his with bruising force, and he responded with equal ferocity. His tongue forced its way between her lips, and she eagerly accepted its intrusion. It tasted like her-- she sucked on it, savoring the mix of their flavors.
His body was tightening below her, and she couldn't blame him; not after the night he'd had. So what if she didn't get another orgasm? It was a shame, but...she could survive.
Maybe.
She heard a creaking, and a splintering, and then, suddenly, his arms were around her, crushing her ribcage.
Maria pulled her lips from his, and looked up in dazed confusion as her lower body continued to bounce with his. "How-?" she asked, but he pulled her back down to his lips before she had a chance to finish the question.
Meanwhile, one of his hands had snaked down between their bodies, and was busily stimulating her clit while he continued to plunge into her. Maria dug her fingernails into his biceps, and begged into his mouth. The edge was coming... So fast...
She felt him explode beneath her, and his voice ripped into her mouth as he cried out her name.
"MARIA!"
An instant later, she followed him over, her sheath spasming around him, and she gasped out his name.
"Michael...!"
Their lower bodies continued to rock in tandem for a few seconds longer, slowly evening out, until they stilled entirely.
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Michael was still buried inside her when Maria spoke.
"Michael?" she panted against his shoulder. They hadn't moved since their climax some minutes earlier. She lay on his chest, her cheek cradled over his heart.
"Mm?" He stroked her long hair. It was damp with sweat, and felt like rain-kissed cornsilk.
"How did you free your hands? I thought the pantyhose were foolproof."
He chuckled, and held up one arm to look at his wrist. The pantyhose binding still dangled there, attached to one of the rods from his headboards, splintered and useless.
"I don't think the pantyhose were the problem, blondie," he told her. "But someone should tell the bed company that particle board has the stress resistance of a popsicle stick."
She giggled. "Michael?"
His eyes were getting heavy, so it was hard to concentrate on what she was saying, but he listened anyway, because it was Maria. "Yeah?"
"I love you."
"Mm," he murmured, beginning to drift off. "Love you, too."
When he finally drifted off to sleep, she had already preceded him there.
THE END