Seductive Fantasies (UC, AU, Mi/L, Adult) Complete 3/24
Posted: Thu Jul 29, 2010 12:41 am
Title: Seductive Fantasies: The Temptress series
Disclaimer: The characters and concepts of "Roswell" belong to Jason Katims, Melinda Metz, and 20th Century Fox. Lyrics to Hungry Eyes belong to Ethan Reilly and Eric Carmen.
Pairings: Michael/Liz
Rating: Adult
Summary: A series of fantasy based smutlets and songfics; in the first, Michael learns that resisting temptation is both futile and not nearly as fun as giving in when Liz gives him a lesson in making truffles.
Beta: As always, the lovely Whimsy. Thanks for putting up with my dirty little mind. I know it's a tough job, but someone has to do it. *snicker*
AN:A post grad AU story that I wrote for Whimsy's birthday and she said I can share the story with all of you. Isn't she nice?
December 2010
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Rubbing his hand over the back of his neck, Michael walked quietly into the dining room to check the door, thankful that he was done with the paperwork for the night, and jolted with surprise as he spied Liz sitting at a long table covered with what looked like wax paper. He’d thought she’d gone up over thirty minutes ago, after grabbing some supplies out of the pantry and walk-in, and certainly hadn’t expected to find her out here, covered in chocolate?
Yeah, he’d guess it was chocolate.
I've been meaning to tell you
I've got this feelin' that won't subside
I look at you and I fantasize
Licking his lips unconsciously, he flicked contemplative whiskey irises over the pretty brunette, and was about to make a smart-ass comment when she absently lifted a finger to her mouth, licking the digit slowly before sucking it between pink lips to remove the sticky substance from her fingers. Mouth dry, the breath stalled in his lungs and his blood jumped as she hummed in appreciation, licking the last traces from her lips before she cleaned her hands with a paper towel.
Suppressing a groan, his body tightened painfully as the image imprinted itself into his brain, but this time it was him sucking her fingers and licking those little smears of candy away as he crushed her mouth to his. Closing his eyes, he cursed under his breath and took several deep breaths, fruitlessly trying to beat back the thrum of desire raging through his veins, clenching his fists when his body refused to obey.
Damn, like he needed this tonight. He’d avoided being alone with her for a while now because he couldn’t seem to keep the pretty brunette off his mind. He’d always been a little infatuated with her, but it had gotten worse now that they were both free agents due to Maria’s defection to New York after graduation and Max moving to L.A. with Kal, to ‘learn how to be a king.’ And it was far too tempting act on the desire he’d buried for years.
Hell, he hadn’t even been aware she was home for the holidays until she came in this evening, otherwise he would have found a way to avoid her, impossible as that was since he managed the diner. Although, he should have known that she’d be around, as it made no sense for her to stay in Las Cruces when she could drive home and be with family.
But this made staying away so much more difficult.
You're mine tonight
Now I've got you in my sights
Rebuilding his wall, he tossed his shirt aside nonchalantly and strode over to the girl in question languidly, his face devoid of emotion, belying the tumultuous emotions roiling under the surface. Halting as warm vanilla teased his nose, his breath stuttered and he nearly caved, wanting to clench the silky espresso strands gathered at the back of her head in his hand and drag her against his body; to capture those chocolate-laced lips to see if they were as sweet as he’d always imagined.
Ignoring the taunting little voice in his head that told him to go for it, he shook the fantasy off and continued across the room to her side, knowing that he was probably going to regret putting himself in temptations path, but he couldn’t help himself. Not when it came to her.
“What on Earth are you doing, Parker?” Michael asked conversationally as he came up behind her, watching his chocolate-smeared friend with a cocked brow as he snagged one of the little balls of raspberry-flavored, dark-chocolate and popped it into his mouth.
“Making truffles,” she responded, her eyes still fixed on her task and smacked his hand away as he reached for another of the rich candies she’d painstakingly rolled for an upcoming party. Rolling her eyes at his disgruntled grunt, she grabbed a spoon and scooped some of the sweet concoction with onto it before handing the utensil to him.
Michael took the proffered spoon she held up without paying him any mind and he licked his lips as he stared at the treat, picturing her laid out on the table covered in it. Rolling his eyes at himself, he grunted, shoving the spoon in his mouth and sprawled into the chair beside her, unconsciously moving it within inches of her.
“Truffles?” he mumbled absently around the spoon, slumping in the chair as he draped his hand over his stomach and sucked on the impromptu chocolate pop, his mind filled with images that were best left alone. Tipping his head against the back of his chair, he faced her, studying her profile quietly, and couldn’t help but wonder if she ever thought of him before he snorted derisively at the thought. God, he was getting as bad as Max.
With these hungry eyes
One look at you and I can't disguise
“Yes,” she replied as she turned to face him fully and his body jolted when her eyes widened, sliding over his bared chest appreciatively, and he saw her breath hitch as she licked her lips absently. Mouth slightly agape, he struggled to draw air into his lungs, a slow burn erupting in his stomach as coffee-tinted eyes flicked to his and she looked away hastily, her cheeks flushing as her teeth sunk into her bottom lip.
Did she just check him out?
Looking over her head blankly for a moment, he scratched his brow thoughtfully and watched her closely from the corner of his eyes, the spoon all but forgotten in his mouth as he turned that thought over in his mind. She fidgeted nervously, tucking a stray strand of hair behind her ear as she turned back to her chocolates, her fingers shaking slightly as she formed more little balls and placed them on the wax paper. Clearing his throat, he sat up and moved closer, his heart thrumming unevenly when their legs brushed against one another softly and she jolted as if shocked, her body clenching unconsciously as she purposely kept her head bent on her task.
Dear God, she had.
He reeled at this revelation, the air ripped from his lungs as if he’d been sucker-punched. Closing his eyes, his body trembled as he fought the rising tide of emotions running through him in waves – fear, hunger, worry, guilt, desire, love – flooding the whole of him. Opening his eyes, he was startled to see her covertly watching him, her eyes shimmering with undisguised hunger and he swallowed thickly, a little unsettled by the depth of her desire, barely quelling the instinct to run.
“Um…w-why not just buy them?” he asked haltingly, cocking a surprised but interested brow at her reaction, eyes flaring as she moved closer to him. Giving one last, slow swipe over the spoon, he tossed it onto the table and slid to the edge of his seat, invading her space, intent on testing his theory. Studying her with smoldering intensity, electricity shot over his nerves and his blood bubbled hotly under tight, sweltering skin, his breath snagging as he watched her throat convulse and her warm, damp breath fanned his face.
“It’s much more fun this way,” she whispered breathlessly, swallowing thickly as he leaned closer and she retreated slightly, an instinctive reflex to the predatory air that hovered around him. But rather than retreat, which would have been the smart move, he pressed forward, chasing her down as if drawn like a magnet and rested his hands on either side of her thighs, effectively pinning her against the back of her chair.
Lips hovering inches apart, they sat there staring at one another silently, their chests heaving, hearts drumming staccato, bodies strung tight as time stretched out.
I've got hungry eyes
I feel the magic between you and I
“Yeah?” he murmured, sliding his hands closer to her hips, but refraining from touching her yet, uncertain if she was really interested or just merely reacting to the situation. Flicking his eyes to her mouth, he stared at the soft, pink flesh and groaned in the back of his throat when her tongue flit over them, leaving them wet and so unbelievably tempting. Licking his own, he tore his gaze away and met hers once more, breath stilling at the heat that emanated in those darkening irises. “How’s that?”
“Well, if I bought them, I couldn’t do this…” she whispered, bringing one chocolate-covered tip up between them, holding it up to her lips, her fingers inadvertently brushing over his at the same time and fire erupted in his gut at the soft caress. Clenching the sides of her seat, his rapt gaze followed the slim digit and he grunted, a tremor shaking his body as she slid it between her lips. Sliding her eyes shut, she performed the same action that had sent his blood pressure sky-rocketing earlier, only this time, up close like this, it set his body aflame and rent his control to shreds.
Moaning, his own eyes slid shut, his jaw clenching as he fought the urge to grab her and throw her on the table behind them, and he could feel the heat creep through his body, flushing his cheeks and temples. Pressing his slightly damp brow to her equally damp temple, he swallowed harshly, and panting, he pressed his parted lips and nose to her cheekbone, unable to resist rubbing his skin against hers softly.
“Hmmm…I-I can see how that’d be a perk,” he mumbled against her temple before pulling back, fixing her with a fiery glance, not even bothering to hide the raw lust burning in his eyes and he couldn’t help a smug smirk when her breath staggered this time. Sliding his hands over her thighs, he gripped her hips and yanked her closer to him, their legs tangling as he pressed his forehead to hers again.
“And if I bought them, I couldn’t do this…” she continued, keeping her eyes melded with his as she lifted her hand once more, this time dragging them purposely over his lips, smearing the chocolate over the soft, full flesh. Pressing her fingers against his mouth, she gave a low moan when he flicked his tongue over the sticky, sweet flesh before taking each digit into his mouth and sucking them clean.
“Mmmm…def –definitely interesting…” he stammered, everything in his body getting hard as the sweet-salty taste over her skin burst over his palate. He’d never been fond of dark chocolate before, thinking it cloying and overly done, but right now, on her skin, it was his new favorite treat and he could happily lap it up for days. Sliding his hands over her hips to cup her ass, he watched her carefully for cues as to what she wanted, lifting her up and yanking her into his lap, pressing their bodies together when she moved impatiently closer to him. “I…uh…could get behind this…”
“And…if I bought them…I wouldn’t be able…to do this…” she whispered, sliding her still slightly sticky hands up over his chest and over his shoulders, leaving behind streaks chocolate as her lips brushed his. Breath hitching, he buried his hands into silky sable locks, releasing the clasp to her clip before tangling the strands around his fingers and sinking into her mouth, moaning as she pulled at his bottom lip with her teeth, sucking off the sugary substance still clinging to it.
I want to hold you so hear me out
I want to show you what love's all about
Sweet Jesus. Her mouth was everything he thought it’d be and more.
It was like he’d died and gone to Heaven and yet he’d never felt more alive than he did in that moment. She systematically destroyed and reshaped him within seconds with nothing more than that subtle, soft brush of her lips and stroke of tongue.
Deepening the kiss, he swiped his tongue over the crease of her mouth, seeking entrance as he cradled the back of her head, fusing their mouths together when hers opened invitingly and greedily delved into her the sweet, chocolate-tinged recess, drinking her down ravenously. Curling his tongue around hers, he dragged it into his mouth, stroking it with the soft, velvet rasp of his and slid his hands over her shoulders, lightly running his hands over breasts, groaning when her nipples pebbled under his fingertips.
Mind whirling, he couldn’t believe this was happening. Sure, he’d fantasized, imagined what she felt like, what her mouth tasted like – what red-blooded male wouldn’t? She was a beautiful woman. But he never dreamed that he’d ever find out.
And all those hot, late-night fantasies? They didn’t even come close to the reality of her.
Pulling back, he nipped her bottom lip before trailing hot, demanding kisses along her jaw line, murmuring his approval when she tipped her head back to allow him access to her neck. Latching soft, wet lips against the vanilla-scented skin, he toyed with the edge of her t-shirt before sliding his hands under it and over silky, golden flesh to cup her breasts, kneading them gently as his teeth scraped over her rapidly beating pulse, drawing a long hum of pleasure past her lips.
Pinching the tips, he smirked against her neck, laving the sweat-kissed curve of it with the rough pad of tongue as she purred in the back of her throat at his ministrations. God, she was going to be his undoing; many had tried and failed, but one touch, one kiss from her and he was ready to sink into her and never return. Tracing the hollow of her throat with his tongue, he inched her shirt up slowly as a niggling thought teased the back of his mind and would have stopped him cold if he weren’t so caught up in the feel, scent and taste of her.
“Your parents…” he stammered, trailing his fingers over her ribs, taking thin cotton with them and he pulled back, smoldering whiskey melding with hazy ebony, his heart hammering in time with hers. Their gazes broke only when he pulled the aqua knit shirt from her body, dropping it carelessly to the floor and pressed their bodies together tightly, needing to feel her skin against his. Breathing raggedly, he knew he should stop this now, while they were still able, but he couldn’t seem keep his hands from roaming over every displayed inch, nor did he really want to.
“Are gone for the night…” she murmured softly, sliding her hands over his chest, her soft, slim fingers molding and committing ever dip, plain and indentation to memory as she peppered warm, wet kisses over his neck and shoulders. His blood heated as she licked away the streaks of chocolate streaking his upper chest and shoulders, sending a sweet, heavy ache surging through his limbs. God, she was so damn intoxicating. Who needed alcohol when all he needed was one sip of her lips?
“Oh, thank God,” he muttered, dragging her lips back to his, brushing his against hers teasingly as he raked impatient, callused hands through her hair and over the curve of her spine, flicking the latch on her bra as he passed. Caressing the soft skin, he slid them back up to her shoulders, slipping the straps of her bra over her arms, pulling away only long enough to yank the scrap of lace off and tossing it to the floor as he molded bare, damp skin together. “I don’t think I could stop this if I wanted to.”
God, she was so unbelievably sweet.
Fisting his hand into her hair, he gave a gentle, but forceful tug, tipping her head back so he could have better access to the mouth that had haunted him night after night for months and their mouths melted together, teasing, mating wantonly. And just when he thought she couldn’t shock him anymore, she pulled away, pressing her lips to his ear, nipping the lobe gently before she whispered softly.
“I don’t want you to.”
Darlin' tonight
Now I've got you in my sights
Shuddering at the intensity of her quiet declaration, it was like an atom bomb exploded through his body, liquefying his bones as the threads of his restraint snapped. Gathering her into his arms, he yanked her solidly against him, not a millimeter of open space between them as he cupped her ass and lurched to his feet, spinning them around to slam her against the table. Devouring her mouth, he pushed her project aside impatiently and laid her out on the table, his hands raking over taut, golden skin to the ties of her lounge pants.
Drawing back, their eyes held as he slowly untied the strings and her breath quickened when he tugged on the pants impatiently, loosing the cinched waist before slipping his fingers under the band and sliding them over her hips inch by inch as he took her mouth once more. Trailing his lips over her body as he lowered the knit pants over her thighs, he latched onto her nipple, nipping the peak before laving it gently and sucking it into his mouth to suckle as his hands reached her knees and shoved the material to the floor.
God, he’d been wrong about the chocolate. Her skin was his new favorite treat. It needed no embellishment to send his senses reeling. Switching to the other side, he emitted a low moan when her nails dug into his scalp, pushing his mouth close to her skin as her body arched into his touch.
Quickly divesting himself of his jeans, he crawled back up her body, climbing on the table to sink against warm, silken skin and straddling one thigh, his hands sliding over her hips, one to rest possessively against her stomach while the other arm braced his weight as he captured her lips in a languid kiss. Sliding his hand up, he cupped her breast, kneading and teasing it between his fingertips and hummed with pleasure when her fingers tangled in his hair, yanking him on top of her fully.
Fire ripped over his skin as their mostly nude bodies pressed together, sending bolts of heat through his veins as sweltering flesh slid against equally searing flesh and he groaned, murmuring her name against her lips when her hips rocked against his. Nipping the soft pink skin playfully, he canted his hips into the cradle of her body, white-hot flames licking across his skin when his erection notched against damp, sapphire lace and he gasped, body tightening as she breathed against his mouth.
“God, Michael, I’ve wanted this, wanted you for so long.”
I've got hungry eyes
Now I've got you in my sights
“Me too,” he whispered back, brushing his lips over hers softly, seductively, enjoying the way her soft, full mouth molded to his. Pulling back, intense caramel eyes flicked over her appreciatively, his long, callused fingers stroking her ribs. God, she was so beautiful, sensual, sexy, and the way their bodies fit together, as if two halves of a whole, just blew his mind away.
Tracing his fingers over her torso, to her stomach, he noticed a small ball of chocolate sitting innocuously by her hip and smiled wolfishly, his earlier fantasies filling his mind once more. Cocking his brow at her, he picked the sweet up and held it in the air, rolling it between his fingers slowly as his lips quirked and he stared down at her body voraciously.
Sitting up slightly, he smashed the chocolate between his fingers, testing its density and his grin intensified as the treat began to melt between his fingers with a little boost of his powers. Yeah, that would work well.
Turning to the container of unformed chocolate, he scooped a generous dollop on to his finger, heating it with a slight touch of his powers, and turned back to her, grinning wickedly when her breath staggered and her eyes widened. Leaning over, he painted the chocolate over her lips lightly, deriving a very male satisfaction from the soft, erratic puffs of air that fell over her lips as he captured her lips, licking and sucking them clean as he slid his finger over her pulse, marking her with the sweet concoction.
Trailing his lips over her jaw, he flicked his tongue over her neck, lapping it up, his heart pounding as chocolate, raspberry and the intoxicating taste of her skin burst over his palate, making his mouth water for more. Sliding his finger lower, he traced abstract patterns over her upper chest and the swells of her breasts, circling one pert nipple as sunk his teeth into her neck, leaving an entirely different mark behind.
Sitting up to admire his artwork, he pulled the chocolate closer, scooping another dollop onto his finger and while holding her hot, hazy gaze, drew a spiral like the one on Isabel’s pendant, starting at the tip of her breast, followed by an ‘M.’ Her throat convulsed at his blatant brand, breath caught in her throat as he dipped his head and their eyes clashed, his mouth hovering tauntingly over his creation, his warm damp breath tightening the skin further.
“Mine,” he rasped, his voice low and dangerous, shooting a thrill of heat spiraling through her veins, smoldering bourbon fixed unflinchingly with smoky ebony for a moment before his mouth closed over the chocolate-laced skin, laving, licking and sucking up every bittersweet drop.
“Yes,” she murmured, writhing under the hot, wet rasp of his tongue, a part of her darkly thrilled at his unabashed claim on her, that secret, not so feminist part of a woman that reveled in being dominated but would never admit to in the light of day.
With those hungry eyes
Now did I take you by surprise
Sliding lower, Michael grabbed a chunk of the soft chocolate, broke it into two smaller parts and rolled them into balls, using her stomach as a canvas, smearing little circles along sleek satin, placing one in the dip of her navel and setting the other aside. Catching her eye, he smirked and grabbed the edges of her panties, renting them in two with a little alien help, eliciting a startled gasp from the girl.
Nudging her thighs apart, he traced the soft, wet folds teasingly, spreading the trace of chocolate lingering on his fingers around the outer edges before flicking his thumb over the sensitive nub at the apex of her thighs softly, heavy eyes watching her with rapt attention. Licking his lips, his chest rose and fell with short, strained breaths, his erection swelling as she moaned breathlessly, cheeks flushing and sweat dotting her temples as she clutched at the edges of the table.
Picking up the truffle he set aside, he caught molten chocolate irises, holding her gaze as he leered rapaciously and lowered it between her thighs, nestling it in the cleft at the apex, smirking when she gave a small squeak of surprise. Pushing her legs up slighting, he planted her feet shoulder-width apart, before dipping his head to swirl his tongue over her stomach, tracing the faint lines of chocolate, licking it up slowly, stopping every so often to scrape his teeth over the soft swell.
Trailing his tongue over her stomach and over her leg, he moaned as he felt the muscles in her stomach and thighs twitch, tensing under the hot swipe of his tongue and drew a deep breath, nearly sucker punched by the musky scent of her arousal mixed with warm, spiced vanilla and the sweet aroma of chocolate.
God, she was so damn intoxicating and he couldn’t wait to taste her, with and without the sweet little morsel tucked into slick, silken folds. He could only imagine that she’d taste better than the chocolate he’d smeared all over her body.
Rubbing his face against her thigh, he nipped her soft, tender skin, grinning when she jolted softly and continued trail light biting, kisses along her inner thighs until he met with her sweet-spicy, wet slit and inhaled deeply, his eyes shutting in pained bliss. Licking his lips, he lightly traced the outside folds, lapping away the traces of raspberry and chocolate and moaned as moisture seeped through slightly, coating his tongue. Oh God, she was exquisite, like sun and rain and earth yet so damn sweet.
He couldn’t get enough.
Pressing his hands against her thighs, he spread them further apart and delving his tongue into her depths, swirled it around, exploring the tender flesh with light flicks and nips, carefully avoiding her small bundle of nerves and the sweet treat nestled above it. He hummed, sucker-punched at the sweet-spicy taste of her coating his tongue, an echoing moan ripping from her throat at the vibration.
Watching her face intently, he finally licked the length of it, swirling the tip of his tongue over her clit with a light, barely there touch, smirking and pushing against her thighs when her hips bucked, trying to press closer to his tongue, crying out as her cheeks flushed and she bit on her bottom lip. Keeping his touch light and teasing, he curled his tongue around the sweet piece of candy he’d tucked away, sucking the surrounding skin and her clit into his mouth, suckling and licking every drop of confection and her away.
Sliding a finger into her core, he continued his sensual assault as he moved in and out of her, testing her responsiveness for a minute or two before sliding in a second finger, his blood spiking as she whimpered incoherently, rocking her hips in time with his teasing strokes. Oh God, he wanted to be inside her so bad he could taste it.
“Michael, please,” Liz pleaded, rocking her hips against him, seeking a harder pressure as she buried her hands into his hair, curling her fingers into the fine strands as she pressed his face closer. He increased his thrusts, deepening the penetration as far as he could and rubbed against her inner wall when he felt the muscles clench and tighten, marking the beginning of her orgasm. Sucking on her clit hard, he scraped his teeth over the nub and bit down gently, releasing the tiny piece of flesh as she screamed his name, returning to light flicks as she rode out the waves of pleasure, lapping her down.
God, he’d been right. She was so much sweeter than the chocolate, or anything he’d ever tasted before.
I need you to see
This love was meant to be
Clenching his eyes shut, searing hunger rode his nerves as her body slackened and he pulled away, pressing his sweaty brow to her stomach, breathing harshly as he stroked her body softly, allowing her over-stimulated nerves recovery time. But he honestly didn’t know how long he could wait as he was so turned on he could barely see straight. Feeling her hands stroke his shoulders softly, he lifted his head and pinned her with a smoldering glance.
Creeping up her body slowly, he waved his hand over his boxers to get rid of them and scooped up the chocolate resting in her navel, capturing her lips in a deep, hungry kiss, sharing the sweet concoction as he plunged his tongue into the warm wet cavern. Rubbing his shaft over her slit, he coated himself, grunting as lines of fire skittered through his veins and his sweat-slicked body trembled as white-hot fire flashed through his gut and loins. Taking a choked breath, he relinquished her mouth, sliding off the table and entwining his arms around her calves and thighs, yanked her to the edge of the table against his thighs.
“M-m-michael?” she asked faintly, her brow pinched slightly in confusion as she watched him, worried that he was leaving, and slid her hands over his body, grasping his shaft in her hands and ran her fingers over it, indicating that she’d return the favor. Hissing at her actions, he nonetheless smiled in appreciation at her offer, grabbing her hands away from him and leaned over, caging her against the tabletop, drawing her into another searing kiss that was a battle of tongues and lips.
“L-later,” he reassured breathlessly, dragging his hands down her body to grasp her hips tightly as he rose once more and positioned himself at her entrance, sliding just the tip in as he met her eyes, making sure she wanted this and inhaled sharply at the fierce hunger shining in ebony eyes. Groaning, he drove into her with one solid thrust, closing his eyes as wet, silk walls wrapped around him and let out a strangled cry as the muscles clamped down at the unexpected invasion, rasping in her ear fiercely. “I need to be inside you, now.”
“Oh, God,” she choked, her thighs squeezing his hips tightly, sending electricity zinging over his nerves and he rested his weight on his hands, his chest burning as he held still until her body relaxed. Dragging in several shaky breaths, his muscles unlocked as he rocked against her, testing her response, and he thought he was going to die of pure, undiluted bliss when her hips rocked against his forcefully in response. Oh God, it was quite possible that she was going to drive him mad.
Pulling all the way out, he slammed back into her again, their strangled cries echoing off the walls as he sunk into her fully and he started a hard, driving pace of deep, penetrating strokes, carefully keeping his weight off of her. Gnashing his lip, he grew quickly dissatisfied with the position and leaned over, wanting to feel her skin pressed to his. Pressing a deep, bruising kiss against her lips, he wrapping an arm around her waist and yanked her against him tightly, lifting her into his arms and walking them backward into a chair.
Panting harshly, he pressed his forehead to her shoulder, his body thrumming as the position had him sinking impossibly deeper into her core and he crushed her against him, molding sweltering skin together until not even an air molecule could move between them.
“God, Liz,” he whispered hoarsely, lifting his head to meet passion-glazed, coffee-tinted irises, and he wove his fingers through molasses waves, wrapping the soft strands around his fist. Crushing his mouth to hers, he devoured it as he ground into her, mumbling against her lips. “You feel so good. So tight, so hot…ah, God. Never dreamed…”
“Michael,” she murmured, wrapping herself around him tightly, her breath stuttering as she began to rock against him with deep, subtle strokes, the fire growing painfully between them as slick skin rubbed against slick skin. Panting, she pulled away, her head falling back as pleasure ripped through her body and she picked up the pace, thrusting against him with fast, hard, erratic strokes as her body began to tremble once more. “Yes. S-sooo good.”
“Ah…god, yes…that’s it, baby,” he cried, wrapping an arm around her waist as the other wound around her shoulders and he crushed her to his body, burying his face into her neck as he ground against her hips, pounding into her forcefully, his body shaking as heat ripped through him like an inferno. “Ride me.”
“Michael,” she sobbed, thrusting faster as heat exploded around her and she threw her head back, nails raking across his back as she convulsed and shattered, coming apart in his arms. Breath ripped from her lungs, white-hot pleasure pulsed through her body as she cried out, her thighs squeezing his hips reflexively and she continued to move with him as she rode out the waves of ecstasy raining over her senses.
“Liz!” he choked, surging into her depths one last time, a low rumbling moan ripping from the back of his throat as he felt her body tighten around him in another mini-orgasm, triggering his own release and he exploded, back tight and bowed. Clutching her possessively against him, he rode out shockwave after shockwave of pleasure for several minutes, his body collapsing against the chair limply as he came down.
Collapsing against his chest, Liz buried her face into his neck and they drew in a collective breath, hearts racing and skin tingling as they clung to each other. Pulling her head back, he captured her lips in a soft, tender kiss, tracing his fingers over her body softly, soothing humming, tingling, open nerves and rumbled, “Mmmm, mine.”
“Mmmhmmm,” she murmured, lying against his chest limply, stroking her fingers through damp, matted waves, trailing soft kisses over his chest and purred when his lips brushed against her shoulders and neck, staking her own claim. “Mine too.”
“Yeah?” he whispered softly, looking down into her face, watching the emotions flying over her expressive face and purred happily in response, pressing a kiss on her swollen, upturned mouth. Pressing his forehead to hers, he frowned slightly when her brow pinched and her mouth turned down. “What is it?”
“I didn’t get to play with the chocolate,” she pouted playfully, tipping sparkling brown eyes to his and smiling to reassure him that she was only giving him a bad time and she didn’t regret what happened. He grinned, chuckling under his breath as he kissed her again before leering at her salaciously.
“Who said I was done with you, Parker?” he smirked, getting to his feet, murmuring his approval when she wrapped her legs around his hips and her arms around his shoulders, holding herself up as he grabbed the chocolate. Cupping her ass with his other arm, he moved towards her apartment swiftly, snickering at her wide eyes and flushing cheeks. “That was just round one. Although, I think a more comfortable venue is in order for what I have planned for you.”
Disclaimer: The characters and concepts of "Roswell" belong to Jason Katims, Melinda Metz, and 20th Century Fox. Lyrics to Hungry Eyes belong to Ethan Reilly and Eric Carmen.
Pairings: Michael/Liz
Rating: Adult
Summary: A series of fantasy based smutlets and songfics; in the first, Michael learns that resisting temptation is both futile and not nearly as fun as giving in when Liz gives him a lesson in making truffles.
Beta: As always, the lovely Whimsy. Thanks for putting up with my dirty little mind. I know it's a tough job, but someone has to do it. *snicker*
AN:A post grad AU story that I wrote for Whimsy's birthday and she said I can share the story with all of you. Isn't she nice?
December 2010
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Chocolate Dreams
Rubbing his hand over the back of his neck, Michael walked quietly into the dining room to check the door, thankful that he was done with the paperwork for the night, and jolted with surprise as he spied Liz sitting at a long table covered with what looked like wax paper. He’d thought she’d gone up over thirty minutes ago, after grabbing some supplies out of the pantry and walk-in, and certainly hadn’t expected to find her out here, covered in chocolate?
Yeah, he’d guess it was chocolate.
I've been meaning to tell you
I've got this feelin' that won't subside
I look at you and I fantasize
Licking his lips unconsciously, he flicked contemplative whiskey irises over the pretty brunette, and was about to make a smart-ass comment when she absently lifted a finger to her mouth, licking the digit slowly before sucking it between pink lips to remove the sticky substance from her fingers. Mouth dry, the breath stalled in his lungs and his blood jumped as she hummed in appreciation, licking the last traces from her lips before she cleaned her hands with a paper towel.
Suppressing a groan, his body tightened painfully as the image imprinted itself into his brain, but this time it was him sucking her fingers and licking those little smears of candy away as he crushed her mouth to his. Closing his eyes, he cursed under his breath and took several deep breaths, fruitlessly trying to beat back the thrum of desire raging through his veins, clenching his fists when his body refused to obey.
Damn, like he needed this tonight. He’d avoided being alone with her for a while now because he couldn’t seem to keep the pretty brunette off his mind. He’d always been a little infatuated with her, but it had gotten worse now that they were both free agents due to Maria’s defection to New York after graduation and Max moving to L.A. with Kal, to ‘learn how to be a king.’ And it was far too tempting act on the desire he’d buried for years.
Hell, he hadn’t even been aware she was home for the holidays until she came in this evening, otherwise he would have found a way to avoid her, impossible as that was since he managed the diner. Although, he should have known that she’d be around, as it made no sense for her to stay in Las Cruces when she could drive home and be with family.
But this made staying away so much more difficult.
You're mine tonight
Now I've got you in my sights
Rebuilding his wall, he tossed his shirt aside nonchalantly and strode over to the girl in question languidly, his face devoid of emotion, belying the tumultuous emotions roiling under the surface. Halting as warm vanilla teased his nose, his breath stuttered and he nearly caved, wanting to clench the silky espresso strands gathered at the back of her head in his hand and drag her against his body; to capture those chocolate-laced lips to see if they were as sweet as he’d always imagined.
Ignoring the taunting little voice in his head that told him to go for it, he shook the fantasy off and continued across the room to her side, knowing that he was probably going to regret putting himself in temptations path, but he couldn’t help himself. Not when it came to her.
“What on Earth are you doing, Parker?” Michael asked conversationally as he came up behind her, watching his chocolate-smeared friend with a cocked brow as he snagged one of the little balls of raspberry-flavored, dark-chocolate and popped it into his mouth.
“Making truffles,” she responded, her eyes still fixed on her task and smacked his hand away as he reached for another of the rich candies she’d painstakingly rolled for an upcoming party. Rolling her eyes at his disgruntled grunt, she grabbed a spoon and scooped some of the sweet concoction with onto it before handing the utensil to him.
Michael took the proffered spoon she held up without paying him any mind and he licked his lips as he stared at the treat, picturing her laid out on the table covered in it. Rolling his eyes at himself, he grunted, shoving the spoon in his mouth and sprawled into the chair beside her, unconsciously moving it within inches of her.
“Truffles?” he mumbled absently around the spoon, slumping in the chair as he draped his hand over his stomach and sucked on the impromptu chocolate pop, his mind filled with images that were best left alone. Tipping his head against the back of his chair, he faced her, studying her profile quietly, and couldn’t help but wonder if she ever thought of him before he snorted derisively at the thought. God, he was getting as bad as Max.
With these hungry eyes
One look at you and I can't disguise
“Yes,” she replied as she turned to face him fully and his body jolted when her eyes widened, sliding over his bared chest appreciatively, and he saw her breath hitch as she licked her lips absently. Mouth slightly agape, he struggled to draw air into his lungs, a slow burn erupting in his stomach as coffee-tinted eyes flicked to his and she looked away hastily, her cheeks flushing as her teeth sunk into her bottom lip.
Did she just check him out?
Looking over her head blankly for a moment, he scratched his brow thoughtfully and watched her closely from the corner of his eyes, the spoon all but forgotten in his mouth as he turned that thought over in his mind. She fidgeted nervously, tucking a stray strand of hair behind her ear as she turned back to her chocolates, her fingers shaking slightly as she formed more little balls and placed them on the wax paper. Clearing his throat, he sat up and moved closer, his heart thrumming unevenly when their legs brushed against one another softly and she jolted as if shocked, her body clenching unconsciously as she purposely kept her head bent on her task.
Dear God, she had.
He reeled at this revelation, the air ripped from his lungs as if he’d been sucker-punched. Closing his eyes, his body trembled as he fought the rising tide of emotions running through him in waves – fear, hunger, worry, guilt, desire, love – flooding the whole of him. Opening his eyes, he was startled to see her covertly watching him, her eyes shimmering with undisguised hunger and he swallowed thickly, a little unsettled by the depth of her desire, barely quelling the instinct to run.
“Um…w-why not just buy them?” he asked haltingly, cocking a surprised but interested brow at her reaction, eyes flaring as she moved closer to him. Giving one last, slow swipe over the spoon, he tossed it onto the table and slid to the edge of his seat, invading her space, intent on testing his theory. Studying her with smoldering intensity, electricity shot over his nerves and his blood bubbled hotly under tight, sweltering skin, his breath snagging as he watched her throat convulse and her warm, damp breath fanned his face.
“It’s much more fun this way,” she whispered breathlessly, swallowing thickly as he leaned closer and she retreated slightly, an instinctive reflex to the predatory air that hovered around him. But rather than retreat, which would have been the smart move, he pressed forward, chasing her down as if drawn like a magnet and rested his hands on either side of her thighs, effectively pinning her against the back of her chair.
Lips hovering inches apart, they sat there staring at one another silently, their chests heaving, hearts drumming staccato, bodies strung tight as time stretched out.
I've got hungry eyes
I feel the magic between you and I
“Yeah?” he murmured, sliding his hands closer to her hips, but refraining from touching her yet, uncertain if she was really interested or just merely reacting to the situation. Flicking his eyes to her mouth, he stared at the soft, pink flesh and groaned in the back of his throat when her tongue flit over them, leaving them wet and so unbelievably tempting. Licking his own, he tore his gaze away and met hers once more, breath stilling at the heat that emanated in those darkening irises. “How’s that?”
“Well, if I bought them, I couldn’t do this…” she whispered, bringing one chocolate-covered tip up between them, holding it up to her lips, her fingers inadvertently brushing over his at the same time and fire erupted in his gut at the soft caress. Clenching the sides of her seat, his rapt gaze followed the slim digit and he grunted, a tremor shaking his body as she slid it between her lips. Sliding her eyes shut, she performed the same action that had sent his blood pressure sky-rocketing earlier, only this time, up close like this, it set his body aflame and rent his control to shreds.
Moaning, his own eyes slid shut, his jaw clenching as he fought the urge to grab her and throw her on the table behind them, and he could feel the heat creep through his body, flushing his cheeks and temples. Pressing his slightly damp brow to her equally damp temple, he swallowed harshly, and panting, he pressed his parted lips and nose to her cheekbone, unable to resist rubbing his skin against hers softly.
“Hmmm…I-I can see how that’d be a perk,” he mumbled against her temple before pulling back, fixing her with a fiery glance, not even bothering to hide the raw lust burning in his eyes and he couldn’t help a smug smirk when her breath staggered this time. Sliding his hands over her thighs, he gripped her hips and yanked her closer to him, their legs tangling as he pressed his forehead to hers again.
“And if I bought them, I couldn’t do this…” she continued, keeping her eyes melded with his as she lifted her hand once more, this time dragging them purposely over his lips, smearing the chocolate over the soft, full flesh. Pressing her fingers against his mouth, she gave a low moan when he flicked his tongue over the sticky, sweet flesh before taking each digit into his mouth and sucking them clean.
“Mmmm…def –definitely interesting…” he stammered, everything in his body getting hard as the sweet-salty taste over her skin burst over his palate. He’d never been fond of dark chocolate before, thinking it cloying and overly done, but right now, on her skin, it was his new favorite treat and he could happily lap it up for days. Sliding his hands over her hips to cup her ass, he watched her carefully for cues as to what she wanted, lifting her up and yanking her into his lap, pressing their bodies together when she moved impatiently closer to him. “I…uh…could get behind this…”
“And…if I bought them…I wouldn’t be able…to do this…” she whispered, sliding her still slightly sticky hands up over his chest and over his shoulders, leaving behind streaks chocolate as her lips brushed his. Breath hitching, he buried his hands into silky sable locks, releasing the clasp to her clip before tangling the strands around his fingers and sinking into her mouth, moaning as she pulled at his bottom lip with her teeth, sucking off the sugary substance still clinging to it.
I want to hold you so hear me out
I want to show you what love's all about
Sweet Jesus. Her mouth was everything he thought it’d be and more.
It was like he’d died and gone to Heaven and yet he’d never felt more alive than he did in that moment. She systematically destroyed and reshaped him within seconds with nothing more than that subtle, soft brush of her lips and stroke of tongue.
Deepening the kiss, he swiped his tongue over the crease of her mouth, seeking entrance as he cradled the back of her head, fusing their mouths together when hers opened invitingly and greedily delved into her the sweet, chocolate-tinged recess, drinking her down ravenously. Curling his tongue around hers, he dragged it into his mouth, stroking it with the soft, velvet rasp of his and slid his hands over her shoulders, lightly running his hands over breasts, groaning when her nipples pebbled under his fingertips.
Mind whirling, he couldn’t believe this was happening. Sure, he’d fantasized, imagined what she felt like, what her mouth tasted like – what red-blooded male wouldn’t? She was a beautiful woman. But he never dreamed that he’d ever find out.
And all those hot, late-night fantasies? They didn’t even come close to the reality of her.
Pulling back, he nipped her bottom lip before trailing hot, demanding kisses along her jaw line, murmuring his approval when she tipped her head back to allow him access to her neck. Latching soft, wet lips against the vanilla-scented skin, he toyed with the edge of her t-shirt before sliding his hands under it and over silky, golden flesh to cup her breasts, kneading them gently as his teeth scraped over her rapidly beating pulse, drawing a long hum of pleasure past her lips.
Pinching the tips, he smirked against her neck, laving the sweat-kissed curve of it with the rough pad of tongue as she purred in the back of her throat at his ministrations. God, she was going to be his undoing; many had tried and failed, but one touch, one kiss from her and he was ready to sink into her and never return. Tracing the hollow of her throat with his tongue, he inched her shirt up slowly as a niggling thought teased the back of his mind and would have stopped him cold if he weren’t so caught up in the feel, scent and taste of her.
“Your parents…” he stammered, trailing his fingers over her ribs, taking thin cotton with them and he pulled back, smoldering whiskey melding with hazy ebony, his heart hammering in time with hers. Their gazes broke only when he pulled the aqua knit shirt from her body, dropping it carelessly to the floor and pressed their bodies together tightly, needing to feel her skin against his. Breathing raggedly, he knew he should stop this now, while they were still able, but he couldn’t seem keep his hands from roaming over every displayed inch, nor did he really want to.
“Are gone for the night…” she murmured softly, sliding her hands over his chest, her soft, slim fingers molding and committing ever dip, plain and indentation to memory as she peppered warm, wet kisses over his neck and shoulders. His blood heated as she licked away the streaks of chocolate streaking his upper chest and shoulders, sending a sweet, heavy ache surging through his limbs. God, she was so damn intoxicating. Who needed alcohol when all he needed was one sip of her lips?
“Oh, thank God,” he muttered, dragging her lips back to his, brushing his against hers teasingly as he raked impatient, callused hands through her hair and over the curve of her spine, flicking the latch on her bra as he passed. Caressing the soft skin, he slid them back up to her shoulders, slipping the straps of her bra over her arms, pulling away only long enough to yank the scrap of lace off and tossing it to the floor as he molded bare, damp skin together. “I don’t think I could stop this if I wanted to.”
God, she was so unbelievably sweet.
Fisting his hand into her hair, he gave a gentle, but forceful tug, tipping her head back so he could have better access to the mouth that had haunted him night after night for months and their mouths melted together, teasing, mating wantonly. And just when he thought she couldn’t shock him anymore, she pulled away, pressing her lips to his ear, nipping the lobe gently before she whispered softly.
“I don’t want you to.”
Darlin' tonight
Now I've got you in my sights
Shuddering at the intensity of her quiet declaration, it was like an atom bomb exploded through his body, liquefying his bones as the threads of his restraint snapped. Gathering her into his arms, he yanked her solidly against him, not a millimeter of open space between them as he cupped her ass and lurched to his feet, spinning them around to slam her against the table. Devouring her mouth, he pushed her project aside impatiently and laid her out on the table, his hands raking over taut, golden skin to the ties of her lounge pants.
Drawing back, their eyes held as he slowly untied the strings and her breath quickened when he tugged on the pants impatiently, loosing the cinched waist before slipping his fingers under the band and sliding them over her hips inch by inch as he took her mouth once more. Trailing his lips over her body as he lowered the knit pants over her thighs, he latched onto her nipple, nipping the peak before laving it gently and sucking it into his mouth to suckle as his hands reached her knees and shoved the material to the floor.
God, he’d been wrong about the chocolate. Her skin was his new favorite treat. It needed no embellishment to send his senses reeling. Switching to the other side, he emitted a low moan when her nails dug into his scalp, pushing his mouth close to her skin as her body arched into his touch.
Quickly divesting himself of his jeans, he crawled back up her body, climbing on the table to sink against warm, silken skin and straddling one thigh, his hands sliding over her hips, one to rest possessively against her stomach while the other arm braced his weight as he captured her lips in a languid kiss. Sliding his hand up, he cupped her breast, kneading and teasing it between his fingertips and hummed with pleasure when her fingers tangled in his hair, yanking him on top of her fully.
Fire ripped over his skin as their mostly nude bodies pressed together, sending bolts of heat through his veins as sweltering flesh slid against equally searing flesh and he groaned, murmuring her name against her lips when her hips rocked against his. Nipping the soft pink skin playfully, he canted his hips into the cradle of her body, white-hot flames licking across his skin when his erection notched against damp, sapphire lace and he gasped, body tightening as she breathed against his mouth.
“God, Michael, I’ve wanted this, wanted you for so long.”
I've got hungry eyes
Now I've got you in my sights
“Me too,” he whispered back, brushing his lips over hers softly, seductively, enjoying the way her soft, full mouth molded to his. Pulling back, intense caramel eyes flicked over her appreciatively, his long, callused fingers stroking her ribs. God, she was so beautiful, sensual, sexy, and the way their bodies fit together, as if two halves of a whole, just blew his mind away.
Tracing his fingers over her torso, to her stomach, he noticed a small ball of chocolate sitting innocuously by her hip and smiled wolfishly, his earlier fantasies filling his mind once more. Cocking his brow at her, he picked the sweet up and held it in the air, rolling it between his fingers slowly as his lips quirked and he stared down at her body voraciously.
Sitting up slightly, he smashed the chocolate between his fingers, testing its density and his grin intensified as the treat began to melt between his fingers with a little boost of his powers. Yeah, that would work well.
Turning to the container of unformed chocolate, he scooped a generous dollop on to his finger, heating it with a slight touch of his powers, and turned back to her, grinning wickedly when her breath staggered and her eyes widened. Leaning over, he painted the chocolate over her lips lightly, deriving a very male satisfaction from the soft, erratic puffs of air that fell over her lips as he captured her lips, licking and sucking them clean as he slid his finger over her pulse, marking her with the sweet concoction.
Trailing his lips over her jaw, he flicked his tongue over her neck, lapping it up, his heart pounding as chocolate, raspberry and the intoxicating taste of her skin burst over his palate, making his mouth water for more. Sliding his finger lower, he traced abstract patterns over her upper chest and the swells of her breasts, circling one pert nipple as sunk his teeth into her neck, leaving an entirely different mark behind.
Sitting up to admire his artwork, he pulled the chocolate closer, scooping another dollop onto his finger and while holding her hot, hazy gaze, drew a spiral like the one on Isabel’s pendant, starting at the tip of her breast, followed by an ‘M.’ Her throat convulsed at his blatant brand, breath caught in her throat as he dipped his head and their eyes clashed, his mouth hovering tauntingly over his creation, his warm damp breath tightening the skin further.
“Mine,” he rasped, his voice low and dangerous, shooting a thrill of heat spiraling through her veins, smoldering bourbon fixed unflinchingly with smoky ebony for a moment before his mouth closed over the chocolate-laced skin, laving, licking and sucking up every bittersweet drop.
“Yes,” she murmured, writhing under the hot, wet rasp of his tongue, a part of her darkly thrilled at his unabashed claim on her, that secret, not so feminist part of a woman that reveled in being dominated but would never admit to in the light of day.
With those hungry eyes
Now did I take you by surprise
Sliding lower, Michael grabbed a chunk of the soft chocolate, broke it into two smaller parts and rolled them into balls, using her stomach as a canvas, smearing little circles along sleek satin, placing one in the dip of her navel and setting the other aside. Catching her eye, he smirked and grabbed the edges of her panties, renting them in two with a little alien help, eliciting a startled gasp from the girl.
Nudging her thighs apart, he traced the soft, wet folds teasingly, spreading the trace of chocolate lingering on his fingers around the outer edges before flicking his thumb over the sensitive nub at the apex of her thighs softly, heavy eyes watching her with rapt attention. Licking his lips, his chest rose and fell with short, strained breaths, his erection swelling as she moaned breathlessly, cheeks flushing and sweat dotting her temples as she clutched at the edges of the table.
Picking up the truffle he set aside, he caught molten chocolate irises, holding her gaze as he leered rapaciously and lowered it between her thighs, nestling it in the cleft at the apex, smirking when she gave a small squeak of surprise. Pushing her legs up slighting, he planted her feet shoulder-width apart, before dipping his head to swirl his tongue over her stomach, tracing the faint lines of chocolate, licking it up slowly, stopping every so often to scrape his teeth over the soft swell.
Trailing his tongue over her stomach and over her leg, he moaned as he felt the muscles in her stomach and thighs twitch, tensing under the hot swipe of his tongue and drew a deep breath, nearly sucker punched by the musky scent of her arousal mixed with warm, spiced vanilla and the sweet aroma of chocolate.
God, she was so damn intoxicating and he couldn’t wait to taste her, with and without the sweet little morsel tucked into slick, silken folds. He could only imagine that she’d taste better than the chocolate he’d smeared all over her body.
Rubbing his face against her thigh, he nipped her soft, tender skin, grinning when she jolted softly and continued trail light biting, kisses along her inner thighs until he met with her sweet-spicy, wet slit and inhaled deeply, his eyes shutting in pained bliss. Licking his lips, he lightly traced the outside folds, lapping away the traces of raspberry and chocolate and moaned as moisture seeped through slightly, coating his tongue. Oh God, she was exquisite, like sun and rain and earth yet so damn sweet.
He couldn’t get enough.
Pressing his hands against her thighs, he spread them further apart and delving his tongue into her depths, swirled it around, exploring the tender flesh with light flicks and nips, carefully avoiding her small bundle of nerves and the sweet treat nestled above it. He hummed, sucker-punched at the sweet-spicy taste of her coating his tongue, an echoing moan ripping from her throat at the vibration.
Watching her face intently, he finally licked the length of it, swirling the tip of his tongue over her clit with a light, barely there touch, smirking and pushing against her thighs when her hips bucked, trying to press closer to his tongue, crying out as her cheeks flushed and she bit on her bottom lip. Keeping his touch light and teasing, he curled his tongue around the sweet piece of candy he’d tucked away, sucking the surrounding skin and her clit into his mouth, suckling and licking every drop of confection and her away.
Sliding a finger into her core, he continued his sensual assault as he moved in and out of her, testing her responsiveness for a minute or two before sliding in a second finger, his blood spiking as she whimpered incoherently, rocking her hips in time with his teasing strokes. Oh God, he wanted to be inside her so bad he could taste it.
“Michael, please,” Liz pleaded, rocking her hips against him, seeking a harder pressure as she buried her hands into his hair, curling her fingers into the fine strands as she pressed his face closer. He increased his thrusts, deepening the penetration as far as he could and rubbed against her inner wall when he felt the muscles clench and tighten, marking the beginning of her orgasm. Sucking on her clit hard, he scraped his teeth over the nub and bit down gently, releasing the tiny piece of flesh as she screamed his name, returning to light flicks as she rode out the waves of pleasure, lapping her down.
God, he’d been right. She was so much sweeter than the chocolate, or anything he’d ever tasted before.
I need you to see
This love was meant to be
Clenching his eyes shut, searing hunger rode his nerves as her body slackened and he pulled away, pressing his sweaty brow to her stomach, breathing harshly as he stroked her body softly, allowing her over-stimulated nerves recovery time. But he honestly didn’t know how long he could wait as he was so turned on he could barely see straight. Feeling her hands stroke his shoulders softly, he lifted his head and pinned her with a smoldering glance.
Creeping up her body slowly, he waved his hand over his boxers to get rid of them and scooped up the chocolate resting in her navel, capturing her lips in a deep, hungry kiss, sharing the sweet concoction as he plunged his tongue into the warm wet cavern. Rubbing his shaft over her slit, he coated himself, grunting as lines of fire skittered through his veins and his sweat-slicked body trembled as white-hot fire flashed through his gut and loins. Taking a choked breath, he relinquished her mouth, sliding off the table and entwining his arms around her calves and thighs, yanked her to the edge of the table against his thighs.
“M-m-michael?” she asked faintly, her brow pinched slightly in confusion as she watched him, worried that he was leaving, and slid her hands over his body, grasping his shaft in her hands and ran her fingers over it, indicating that she’d return the favor. Hissing at her actions, he nonetheless smiled in appreciation at her offer, grabbing her hands away from him and leaned over, caging her against the tabletop, drawing her into another searing kiss that was a battle of tongues and lips.
“L-later,” he reassured breathlessly, dragging his hands down her body to grasp her hips tightly as he rose once more and positioned himself at her entrance, sliding just the tip in as he met her eyes, making sure she wanted this and inhaled sharply at the fierce hunger shining in ebony eyes. Groaning, he drove into her with one solid thrust, closing his eyes as wet, silk walls wrapped around him and let out a strangled cry as the muscles clamped down at the unexpected invasion, rasping in her ear fiercely. “I need to be inside you, now.”
“Oh, God,” she choked, her thighs squeezing his hips tightly, sending electricity zinging over his nerves and he rested his weight on his hands, his chest burning as he held still until her body relaxed. Dragging in several shaky breaths, his muscles unlocked as he rocked against her, testing her response, and he thought he was going to die of pure, undiluted bliss when her hips rocked against his forcefully in response. Oh God, it was quite possible that she was going to drive him mad.
Pulling all the way out, he slammed back into her again, their strangled cries echoing off the walls as he sunk into her fully and he started a hard, driving pace of deep, penetrating strokes, carefully keeping his weight off of her. Gnashing his lip, he grew quickly dissatisfied with the position and leaned over, wanting to feel her skin pressed to his. Pressing a deep, bruising kiss against her lips, he wrapping an arm around her waist and yanked her against him tightly, lifting her into his arms and walking them backward into a chair.
Panting harshly, he pressed his forehead to her shoulder, his body thrumming as the position had him sinking impossibly deeper into her core and he crushed her against him, molding sweltering skin together until not even an air molecule could move between them.
“God, Liz,” he whispered hoarsely, lifting his head to meet passion-glazed, coffee-tinted irises, and he wove his fingers through molasses waves, wrapping the soft strands around his fist. Crushing his mouth to hers, he devoured it as he ground into her, mumbling against her lips. “You feel so good. So tight, so hot…ah, God. Never dreamed…”
“Michael,” she murmured, wrapping herself around him tightly, her breath stuttering as she began to rock against him with deep, subtle strokes, the fire growing painfully between them as slick skin rubbed against slick skin. Panting, she pulled away, her head falling back as pleasure ripped through her body and she picked up the pace, thrusting against him with fast, hard, erratic strokes as her body began to tremble once more. “Yes. S-sooo good.”
“Ah…god, yes…that’s it, baby,” he cried, wrapping an arm around her waist as the other wound around her shoulders and he crushed her to his body, burying his face into her neck as he ground against her hips, pounding into her forcefully, his body shaking as heat ripped through him like an inferno. “Ride me.”
“Michael,” she sobbed, thrusting faster as heat exploded around her and she threw her head back, nails raking across his back as she convulsed and shattered, coming apart in his arms. Breath ripped from her lungs, white-hot pleasure pulsed through her body as she cried out, her thighs squeezing his hips reflexively and she continued to move with him as she rode out the waves of ecstasy raining over her senses.
“Liz!” he choked, surging into her depths one last time, a low rumbling moan ripping from the back of his throat as he felt her body tighten around him in another mini-orgasm, triggering his own release and he exploded, back tight and bowed. Clutching her possessively against him, he rode out shockwave after shockwave of pleasure for several minutes, his body collapsing against the chair limply as he came down.
Collapsing against his chest, Liz buried her face into his neck and they drew in a collective breath, hearts racing and skin tingling as they clung to each other. Pulling her head back, he captured her lips in a soft, tender kiss, tracing his fingers over her body softly, soothing humming, tingling, open nerves and rumbled, “Mmmm, mine.”
“Mmmhmmm,” she murmured, lying against his chest limply, stroking her fingers through damp, matted waves, trailing soft kisses over his chest and purred when his lips brushed against her shoulders and neck, staking her own claim. “Mine too.”
“Yeah?” he whispered softly, looking down into her face, watching the emotions flying over her expressive face and purred happily in response, pressing a kiss on her swollen, upturned mouth. Pressing his forehead to hers, he frowned slightly when her brow pinched and her mouth turned down. “What is it?”
“I didn’t get to play with the chocolate,” she pouted playfully, tipping sparkling brown eyes to his and smiling to reassure him that she was only giving him a bad time and she didn’t regret what happened. He grinned, chuckling under his breath as he kissed her again before leering at her salaciously.
“Who said I was done with you, Parker?” he smirked, getting to his feet, murmuring his approval when she wrapped her legs around his hips and her arms around his shoulders, holding herself up as he grabbed the chocolate. Cupping her ass with his other arm, he moved towards her apartment swiftly, snickering at her wide eyes and flushing cheeks. “That was just round one. Although, I think a more comfortable venue is in order for what I have planned for you.”