Maria returned a half hour later carrying a pizza box and a large paper bag. She placed the pizza on the corner of the dresser and then opened up the bag and removed two twenty oz bottles of soda which she placed next to the pizza box. She then rolled the bag back up and put it in the small refrigerator/freezer that was next to the couch.
Michael watched her the whole time. He could feel a dopey smile on his face. "Hey, what took you so long? I missed you."
Maria smiled at his remark and then walked up to him and he wrapped her in his arms. "I missed you too," she replied, right before he seized her lips in a deep, fervent kiss that left her breathless.
"Did you get a pizza?" he asked. She nodded. "Why? I mean, couldn't we have just ordered one and had it delivered."
"Well, I saw a gourmet pizza shop right next to the supermarket and decided I would order it, and go to the store while they prepared it." She picked the pizza box up and brought it over to him, opening it. "Look, I got hot peppers and extra pineapple just for you. You know, sweet and spicy?"
Michael was incredibly touched by small gesture. *Look at me, I'm turning into a damn sapp,* he thought. He looked up at her, took the box from her hand and placed it on the corner of the bed, and then pulled her down on top of him. He wrapped her arms around her tightly, and they kissed again and again, until they were completely entangled and breathing heavily.
"Your welcome," she replied, laughing. "Now, let's eat."
Michael reluctantly released her and then sat up as well. "So," he asked. "What's in the bag? What did you have to get at the store?" He nodded to the refrigerator where the mystery bag sat inside.
She grinned wickedly. "Oh, just a little something for later."
The incredibly suggestive look on her face took him by surprise, and he felt his groin tighten again.
She noticed this right away. How could she not notice? His clothes were still wet and he was wearing only a towel wrapped tightly around his waist. When it happened, the terry cloth material had formed a tent around him. Between giggles, she said "Down boy!"
He rolled his eyes and then placed a pillow over his lap, looking slightly embarrassed. Then he picked up a piece of pizza from the box and began to eat it. She did the same.
Michael liked the pizza. The mix of pineapple and hot peppers was really good but he didn't know how Maria was going to enjoy it. The peppers were extremely hot. Even his mouth almost couldn't handle the burn.
"Wow! This truly is gourmet pizza. This is so good. Oh my god." Maria said between bites as she stuffed it into her mouth.
She looked up to see Michael giving her an odd look. "What?" she asked, feeling slightly self-conscious.
"I'm just impressed. This is even a little too spicy for me, and so I'm wondering how you can eat it?" Michael uttered, his forehead slightly puckered.
"I don't know. Usually I can't stand peppers, but they taste so damn good right now." she said shoving another bite of pizza into her mouth."
"Well then. Okay." Michael said shaking his head lightly.
"Why don't you turn on the TV okay? Find something for us to watch?" Maria asked.
He nodded and reached for the remote. He turned the TV on and proceeded to flip through the channels. He let it stop on a war movie where some guy had just gotten blown to pieces. His bloody stomach being shown in extreme detail.
Maria groaned and then gagged. "Oh no you don't. That is so fucking disgusting!" she slapped him hard on the arm and demanded that he give her the remote. She then began to flip channels and then came to stop on one.
Michael heard her gasp and looked up to see that the TV was on a pornography channel. Her face had turned extremely red as she saw the graphic scene on the TV and Michael laughed at how cute she looked. She lifted the remote and turned the station. Two seconds later the porn was back on the TV. She looked at the remote as if it was possessed and then changed the channel again. Once again, two seconds later, the porn was back on again. Then it hit her. Her face was now red with anger as she turned to him began to slap him hard.
"That was you! Wasn't it? You jerk! Quit it!"
"Okay, okay!" he yelled, laughing, raising his hands in surrender.
She pulled back and tried to change the channel again. This time it didn't return to the porn. She began to eat another piece when she froze. "Wait! Michael? Uh, since when can use your mind to change the channels on the TV? It's just, I thought you had to use your hands when you did your stuff. And didn't you say you weren't that good at even that?"
Realization dawned on Micheal at what he had just done. He was stunned. "I don't know. You are right though. I cant usually do that kind of stuff." Then he smiled. "Looks like I discovered a new power."
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An hour later, a bored Michael laid on the bed watching Maria as she cried at the movie on the TV. She had told him that it was called 'Steel Magnolias' and that it was one of her favorites. He personally found it dull. When the movie was over, she got up and washed her face with cool water. She lightly blew her nose with a tissue, disposed of it and washed her hands.
When she turned around again, she no longer look so delicate and teary, she had transformed into an opulent vixen. She was giving him that wicked look again and she walked slowly across the room to the refrigerator, her hips swaying in an almost obscene manner.
She removed the brown bag, walked over to him, climbed on the bed and settled on top of him, her legs straddling his waist. "Now I believe that earlier you asked what was in this bag?"
Looking up at her he nodded, and said "Yes I did." He could feel himself going hard again from the excited reaction he was having to the way she was acting.
"Well, here you go." She handed him the bag. "Open it," she urged.
He put his hand in the bag and pulled out a bottle of whip cream, chocolate syrup, a pint of chocolate ice cream, and a small glass jar of maraschino cherries. He looked up at her questioningly, slightly disappointed. "Are we going to be making sundaes?" he asked. She nodded. "Do we even have any bowls or spoons?"
She shook her head no, leaned down close to him, ran her hot little tongue around the edge of his ear and whispered, "Who says we need bowls?" Then it dawned on him and he smiled. She captured his lobe in her mouth and nipped lightly." No, I don't think were going to be needing bowls." ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
She moved her finger within inches of his mouth and said. "You want some of this?" He nodded, unable to speak, and then rapidly leaned forward and captured it between his parted lips, and swirled his tongue around her finger till all the ice cream was gone.
Maria had twitched slightly when he began to circle her finger, shocked by the throbbing heat it caused in her center. She sat there for a few moments, reeling at the notion that his tongue could do so much to her, and then leaned down and licked the bit of cream she saw on his lower lip. "I'll be right back," she whispered.
"Where are you going?" He pouted from loss the loss of her heat she got up.
"I need to get something. Be patient." She walked over to her green duffel bag and rifled through it. "Ah, got it." she said pulling out a silver spoon.
Michael eyebrows raised and he said "Why the hell do you have a spoon?" A suspicious look crossed his face and he said "You've had this planned since last night, haven't you."
She smile innocently and said "The spoon is for my liquid vitamins. And to answer your question, No. I just got the idea after our bath, when you wanted me to go get food. She shrugged as she climbed back on top of him. "Ice cream sundaes sounded really good at the time."
A naughty smile replaced the innocent one and she traced a perfectly manicured nail down his muscular chest, scratching him. "They sound even better now," she added huskily, slowly licking her lips, her eyes gleaming with building desire.
She took the spoon, dipped it in the carton and came back with a spoonful of gooey chocolate cream. She held it over his body and let it fall on his washboard abs. He recoiled, and swore. "Shit, that's cold!"
"Hold still!" she commanded. She placed the carton on the night stand, and picked up the chocolate syrup. She broke the seal and poured a small amount over the ice cream. Then she popped the top on the whip cream and sprayed it until it formed a peak. Finally, she opened the jar of cherries, pulled one out by the stem and placed it on top. Her eyes flashed and grinned appreciatively as she observed her work.
Her eyes met with his, the grin still on her face. Then she dropped down and began to slowly lick his abs clean.
At first, the sensation was more weird than sexy, but when her hot tongue began to take away the cold, it started to drive him crazy.
About halfway through, she got up, looking frustrated. "This needs something," she muttered. When she realized what it was missing, she got up and went back to her bag, ultimately to remove the bottle of Tabasco she had originally brought for Michael.
Michael stared at her, his jaw fell open. "What?" she asked, seeing the shock on his face.
"What the hell is going on Maria?" he asked, his eyes narrowing. "Are you going to put that on the ice cream?"
She nodded and then said "I was going to, it needs it."
"Don't you think it's at all strange that you are all of the sudden craving Tabasco? With sweet stuff?" he prodded.
"I guess. Now can I get back to what I was doing? We'll talk about this later," she said it in a way that let him know that was the end of discussion, and then poured an indecent amount of the Tabasco on the ice cream.
He wasn't ready to let it go but when she slid her hand under his towel and began to slowly stroke him, all was temporarily forgotten.
After she had lapped it all up, she ran her tongue up his chest, over his throat and then shoved it into his mouth. He had to admit, he loved the taste of chocolate and Tabasco on her. It made her kisses even better somehow. Then again, he realized that her stroking him probably had something to do with the ecstasy he was feeling. She lowered her mouth down and sucked on his chin.
Michael stared at her, reeling from this entire situation. Maria was in complete control. He never figured he would ever allow himself to be dominated by her but here he was completely at her mercy, groaning from her touch.
She sat up and lifted her bottom off of him just long enough to swiftly tug away his towel.
*God I wish she'd lose some of those damn clothes* he thought to himself as he felt her coarse jeans rub over his bare arousal. No more than a second later, the buttons on her shirt began to undo themselves and her shirt flew off of her and onto the floor leaving her clad in her blue silk bra.
That got her attention. "Michael? Was that you?" she said turning wild, unbelieving eyes his way.
He had to clear his throat before he could speak. "I think it was. I was...I had just thought about how great it would be if you lost some of your clothes and then it happened."
They were both visibly shaken. Michael got an idea. He nodded to the door and said "Maria, can you go stand over there? For a second? I want to try something." Looking a little unsure, she walked over to the door and turned around to face him.
*Okay,* Michael thought again, *I really wish she would lose those jeans!"* He focused his attention on her waistline and pushed with his mind. Sure enough, the button was magically undone, her zipper flew open and the pants quickly slid down her legs. "Cool," he said laughing. Then he did the same thing, removing her bra and matching thong panties.
"Hey?!!" Maria cried indignantly. He went to her then and picked her up, carrying her to the bed.
He laid her down and then repeated the entire ice-cream process with her. But instead running his lips up to her mouth, he ran them down to the space between her legs.
He slowly parted her thighs and leaned in to lightly lick her swollen lower-lips. He smiled with pleasure when she bucked and moaned in delight. Filling his lungs with air, he then dove in and began to ferociously lick her. His hand sought out the little nub that was peeking out from the tip of her lips and began to rub it.
*I'm dying!* Maria thought. Her body was racked by uncontrollable jerks and spasms. She had never felt anything so good. The phrase sinfully delicious crossed her mind. She was going crazy as his tongue rapidly lapped and his hand rubbed her. The rubbing of her clit was totally driving her mad. It all felt so wonderful, so forbidden. He just kept going, not stopping until she reached completion, her shrieks filling the room. His tongue never left her as she rode out the rest of her orgasm. When she was finished, he crawled up her body and kissed her. She was mildly embarrassed when she caught a whif of her own scent on him hidden amongst the chocolate and tobasco. She could taste herself on him as well.
"Make love to me" she murmered, her eyes glazed.
"Aren't you sore? I think that maybe you've had enough for one day." Michael said this out of care for her, wanting to give her time to heal.
"No," she shook her head, and bit her lip. "I mean, I am a little sore, but I am so hot down there. I need to feel you. Please take away the heat."
"Are you sure?"
"Please," she begged. When he didn't move, she rolled over on top of him and lowered herself onto his arousal Together, they groaned in pure bliss. The combined noises they made filled the room, echoing off of the walls. She rode him quickly until she felt herself reach her sweet plateau. She felt her inner walls clamp down on him, and then felt him jerk as his warmth spread inside of her. She collapsed on top of him, dislodging their joined bodies.
Michael leaned over and turned off the lamp, took her in his arms and kissed the crown of her head.
"Michael, " he heard her whisper as she drifted off to sleep.
"Yeah, baby?" he said, feeling his own eyelids grow heavy.
"Thank you for giving me the best day of my life."
He smiled and said "Ditto."
The lovers fell asleep in each other's arms.