| "1000 Julys" |
| Part 1 by Danielle |
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Disclaimer: You know they don't belong to me. I'm still not so sure about it
though. Category: After Hours Rating: NC-17 Authors Note: An answer to Courtney's Heat Wave Challenge, also the first installment in my own Third Eye Blind "Blue" Challenge. My first NC-17 so please be kind. |
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| He was like a heat-seeking missile. But the only heat he could sense was
hers. He had found her at the Crashdown, cleaning, almost waiting for him to
come for her. She saw him at the door, and he knew she would open it.
God, she was beautiful, her long legs shown off so well by her cutoffs. Her
body glistened from the heat in the dim light and as she approached he
watched as a bead of sweat trickled its way down the valley between her
breasts. Hurry, Maria, I need you, his body had screamed.
Seeing Michael standing outside, she had been surprised. Surprised to see
anyone. But she had known what he wanted. She wanted it too. Ever since their
first brief taste of each other, she had known it would come to this.
And now they lay tangled in each other behind the counter, doing things that
neither could have imagined doing the day before.
His hands roamed everywhere, over her stomach and down her legs, parting her
thighs so one of his could sneak between. She followed his lead, her hands
making their way under his T-shirt, pulling it up and over his head. Her
tongue slipped out and grazed his nipple gently before she moved her mouth
back up to meet his.
He wanted more, more of her, more of everything. He rolled so she was on top
of him; he didn't want her to touch the dirty floor- she deserved better. Her
knees rested on either side of his hips, the heat from their bodies
increasing as they created friction. He placed his hands on her hips, his
thumbs tracing small circles on her exposed midriff. He could no longer
resist the temptation of her perfectly shaped rear end, and he let his hands
run slowly over it, then pressed up into her, wanting her closer to his
hardness.
The effect he was having on her was delicious. She had never wanted anyone
more than she wanted Michael Guerin at this moment. Leaning over him, she let
her mouth & tongue trace their way down his chest until they came to the
waist of his jeans. Her fingers were nimble in unbuttoning them, giving him a
little more room in the now too tight pants. She began to unzip them slowly,
until his hand stopped her.
"We don't have to rush," he said as he looked her in the eye, then shifted
so he was sitting up, bringing her upper body into close contact with his. He
leaned forward to capture her mouth in another incredible kiss as his fingers
grazed over her breasts teasingly. Gasping at the sensations he was creating
in her, she managed to whisper in his ear before nibbling on it.
"Let's go to the break room." Her breath came quickly as he nodded, and as
quickly as possible, they stood up and pushed through the swinging door to
the back room.
The only light was pouring in from the main dining room through the small
round window in the door. The beam fell on the couch, situated against the
back wall of the room. Maria had entered first, but stopped at the
realization of where they were heading. Unsure of herself she turned to look
at Michael as he nearly slammed into her back.
"What?" he asked huskily, eyes roving over her body.
"I just what are we doing here?"
He looked down at her through heavily lidded lashes. "I don't know. But…"
His hand came up behind her head and buried itself in her hair, pulling her
closer. "I can't stop, Maria. I want you so much."
Her hand seemed to move in slow motion toward him, and she ran her index
finger down his chest, tracing the line from his neck to his navel. "I know."
She placed her hands on his hips, drawing him to her, closing the gap and
killing any thought either had of stopping.
Their lips met again, crushed in the intensity of the kiss, as tongues
dueled and hands roamed. Maria's tank top and bra were nearly ripped in half
in Michael's haste to remove them. She blushed a bit, a little shy at being
so exposed. Michael saw her cheeks grow pink and stepped back to admire her.
"God, Maria, you're so beautiful."
She looked him in the eye as she reached out, taking his right hand and
placing it over her breast. He wasted no time in exploring, his thumb roving
over her taut nipple, his left hand reaching out to cover her other breast.
She began to walk backwards, leading him to the couch, where finally she spun
them around so that he sat down, and she sat on his lap facing him. His mouth
found her nipple, slightly sucking, his tongue laving the sensitive flesh.
She moaned deep in her throat and buried her hands in his hair, pulling him
ever closer.
Unconsciously their shoes were kicked away, and almost before they knew it,
Michael had unbuttoned her shorts and was removing them, revealing her red
satin & lace panties. As she stepped backwards and stood, helping him by
stepping out of the cutoffs, she realized what was about to happen. And she
knew it was exactly what she wanted.
She resumed her position on his lap, their tongues beginning an intimate
duel. Michael touched her everywhere, she couldn't get enough, and neither
could he. Finally he leaned toward his right, pulling her with him as he
positioned himself above her. She grabbed his face, searching his eyes,
looking for any sign of regret or uncertainty. There was only desire.
She moved to unzip his jeans again, and this time he didn't stop her. She
began to slide them off his hips, a bit uncertain of her actions, but willing
to learn. When he was free of them, he moved to her again, wearing only his
boxers. Maria ran her hand over his chest, then lower, slipping down to grasp
him. At his sharp intake of breath, she pulled her hand back quickly,
thinking she had done something wrong.
"Please don't stop."
She smiled at her power over him and touched him again, this time beginning
to stroke and run her fingers over him. He was so smooth, so hard. And she
knew that her exploration was only intensifying his pleasure. In response to
her loving touch, he moved his own hand over her and slowly began to stroke
her in slow circles. Again, he elicited a deep moan from her, and knew that
was a sound he wanted to hear forever.
"Michael, oh, god, that's so good." Her breathing became ragged and suddenly
her inner thighs clamped down on his hand, and he knew she was over the edge.
Her hand had never stopped working him, and he pulled away from her as she
regained control. "I'm not going to hold out too much longer if you keep that
up."
She gulped hard and shook her head in understanding, the formation of words
completely beyond her at the moment Michael pushed himself to his knees and
began to remove her panties, sliding them under her and down her legs slowly,
so that he could look at her. He placed them on the floor next to the couch,
and ran his fingers through her curls softly. Maria sat up and hooked a
finger in the waistband of his boxers, slowly pulling them down. He leaned
forward and slipped them the rest of the way off, and let himself feel the
exquisite pleasure of being completely naked in her arms.
She instinctively wrapped her legs around his wait, as she had done earlier,
and he moved so that he was pressed to her entrance. Taking a deep breath he
leaned over and kissed her forehead. "Are you sure you want this?" he asked
quietly.
"You know I do. I want this so much. I want you, Michael."
Reassured, he nodded as she placed her hands on his shoulders. At his first
movement forward she took in a deep breath, her fingernails digging slightly
into him. He smiled down at her. "I'm sorry, baby, but this is going to hurt
a little. I'll go slow I promise." She bobbed her head in understanding and
tried to relax as she felt the pressure inside her increase.
Finally he was fully inside her and he stopped, waiting for her to let him
know it was okay to go on. He'd never felt anything so amazing in his entire
life as this feeling of pleasure and intimacy. And it wasn't just the sex. It
was Maria. What had made him think he could dismiss her so easily? She was a
goddess.
Underneath him, she squirmed slightly, getting used to the sensation of
feeling him from within. She looked up at him, eyes full of trust, and he
began to move slowly. He was losing control quickly, the need for release
overpowering. But he was determined to make sure she was enjoying the
experience as well. Again, he began to stroke her in quick circles, timing
the strokes with his thrusts, A sweet smile broke out across her face, and
she began to find the rhythm, her sex grinding against his. Moments later,
she cried out his name and he let himself go, the intensity washing over him.
He collapsed onto her, exhausted. She held him close, never wanting to let
go of this moment. She kissed him slowly, her lips parting his. His head came
to rest on her chest and soon their breathing slowed, and they slept soundly,
still joined. ~~~~~
1000 JULYS (Third Eye Blind)
Planning my attack just before you come back around |
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