Part 2

She laughed like a little girl as she bounced on the bed where he threw her. She could see clearly that he didn’t know what to do, but she knew perfectly well what they both wanted to do. So once again she took the initiative.

Slowly, and –hopefully- seductively, she raised her t-shirt over her head and threw it somewhere next to the bed. She could see his fingers twitching where he was standing. But he was way too far away.

She waited for a moment to let him come to her but her patience was wearing thin. So she crawled towards him, and wrapping his arms around her she placed his hands on the clasp of her bra. Well, sometimes a girl had to be persuasive to get what she wanted.

Licking his lips, and not quite believing what she was doing, she whispered to him. “Take it off.”

He did. He looked like he was hypnotised. She suspected that he probably would just comply without any questions if she’d asked him to dance around naked at that moment. Hmm… Now that thought had possibilities…

The sight of her naked breasts in front of him got him out of his daze. Placing his hands on her bare waist, he started pressing kisses down her neck. His mouth moved hungrily against her skin and she held on to his shoulders to keep from collapsing.

She was panting and gasping in his arms, and just when she thought she couldn’t possibly feel anything more intense, he proved her wrong. His hungry lips found her breast and elicited a wild moan from her at first touch. His mouth closed over her nipple and she felt flames engulf her body. “God… Michael… don’t… stop…”

Her fingers grazed his scalp as she drew him closer and kept him in place. He was toying with her nipple, nibbling at it, biting it, sucking it… He was enjoying all the different reactions he could elicit from her. She was interesting. And delicious to boot…

Maria DeLuca… Who could have guessed?

Her head rolled back and forth, and finally rested on top of his head, making him feel the vibrations of her moans.

Reluctantly letting go of her nipple, he kissed his way to her other breast, while covering the one he’d left with his hand. She cooed happily at him and let her hands wander down his torso. She was hoping that her hands would give him half the pleasure he’d been giving her, but she wasn’t really expecting the reaction she got.

The moment her hand came in contact with the bulge on his jeans, she felt his body jerk and his head roll back. “Oh s-hit!”

She thought she’d hurt him for a moment, but then recognised the look on his face. It was oddly familiar. And it definitely wasn’t hurt…

She reached a tentative hand to the fly of his jeans and unbuttoned it easily. She pushed them down with difficulty, since his body was too close to hers and his head was resting on her shoulder. Letting it pool around his knees she slowly turned them around and lowered him on the bed.

What in hell had possessed her? She was stripping the guy as if she had done it a thousand times, while she had never even seen anyone’s boxers before. Okay, she might have seen some pictures, really vivid ones, on the Internet, but that didn’t really count… Most of those pictures had made her stomach queasy instead of arousing her, and she was hoping that to be the pictures’ fault, not hers.

Well, it looked like she was about to find out…

Michael wasn’t protesting as she laid him down. He had no idea what she was doing. The only thing he could focus on was his straining erection. He watched with heavy lidded eyes as she pulled his shoes and socks. Then removing his jeans she crawled back up to him, and ignoring his surprised and questioning gaze, kissed him with all the passion she felt.

She trailed her hand down his torso while kissing him to keep him distracted enough to do what she’d been daring herself to do. Down his chest, his abdomen and finally inside his boxers. He groaned in her mouth but she didn’t let him pull away. She kept kissing him fiercely and let her tongue dance with his in an insistent rhythm.

It wasn’t like anything she had expected, but that wasn’t really surprising since nothing about him had met her expectancies so far. His skin wasn’t cold and hard, but incredibly hot and soft as silk. And she surprisingly wasn’t repulsed, she had actually liked touching him.

Moving her hand up and down experimentally, she finally let go of his mouth and trailed down to her chest.

“Maria… what…are you…doing?” he said breathlessly, but she chose to ignore him. She had no idea where she’d gotten this confidence from.

Placing herself between his legs she kissed her way down to his abdomen, and grinned wickedly at his reaction when she licked his bellybutton. She withdrew her hand from his boxers and felt him flinch under her. Well, he had to learn to be a little bit patient…

Pulling his boxers down with both her hands, she looked up to meet his eyes for the first time since she’d touched him there… Okay, so maybe she wasn’t that confident…

He was panicking. He couldn’t help it. It was too good to be true. She was real fantasy material. But did she really know what she was doing? Having sex with an alien she’d just met? Okay, he had to admit, it felt right, and good… Too good to be wrong. But he was afraid that later on she’d think it was a mistake, that he’d used her or something…

“Maria you don’t have to…” he started but she silenced him.

“I know…” she said with a smile. “…I want to.”

What else could he do but let her do as she wished?

Pushing the boxers further down Maria tried not to gape at the first penis she’d ever seen. She checked to make sure… Nope… She wasn’t queasy. Or repulsed. That was good. So it really was the pictures.

He was beautiful. Much more beautiful than any picture she’d seen. And he was big. Not that she was an expert or anything… Let's say she was having second thoughts about the sex thing…

But they always said it was better for it to be big, right?

Right.

It looked harder to touch him this time, but she wasn’t about to back down. Avoiding his eyes she wrapped her hand around the base of his c-ock and started to pump him slowly. She could hear his ragged breathing, but was too afraid to look him in the eye. Noone could really blame her for being a little self-conscious at a situation like that, she reasoned.

Seeing the drips of come on the tip of his c-ock, she dared herself to a higher level. Could she really do it? Why not though, since she wasn’t repulsed as she’d thought she would be. It was bound to feel good for him, right? And she had seen it done before, couldn’t be that hard…

Okay, moment of truth, so she had seen a little more than pictures… Well she had to learn somehow…

Lowering her head, she slowly licked the tip. It didn’t taste bad… Salty… Almost like his skin… She felt him raise his hips to meet her mouth and her name left his lips in a strangled cry. “Maria… Oh god… Maria…” She had to be doing something right.

Michael half opened his eyes to check if it really was happening. Yes, he was naked, lying in front of a half naked Maria and her lips were about to touch his c-ock once again. Her lips… Oh god, her pouty, red, swollen lips.

He couldn’t begin to think how she knew how to make him squirm like that. Now it was easy to see that it wasn’t from experience. She wasn’t really sure of herself. But she was doing so damn good, he wished he could tell her that. It had to be a natural talent…

Her tongue darted out and licked his length from the base to the tip, and satisfied with his reaction she took the head in her mouth. He was trying hard to control his hips and not scare her or even worse hurt her, but it was nearly impossible. Not wanting to force her to anything, he tried to keep his hands away from her head, so instead he bunched the sheets under him in his fists.

Her bobbing blond head on his groin had to be the most erotic thing he’d ever seen. He kept chanting her name as she played with him with her tongue. His body jerked forward when he felt her tongue swirl the tip, gathering the moisture. She was learning way too fast…

Maria was surprisingly enjoying this way too much. Not having his c-ock in her mouth, but feeling her power over him. Bad-ass Michael Guerin was writhing under her, chanting her name. None of his bad boy attitude had survived her seduction, he was now just Michael--the boy with the incredible body and deep, wounded eyes.

Seduction. Oh god, she had seduced him, hadn't she? She almost laughed out loud at the thought. Wait til Liz heard that…

Michael’s fingers were hurting from clenching his fists so hard. He had to stop her before it was too late. If only he could find the strength…

“Maria?” Maria heard the change in his voice as he called her name and raised his head up slowly to meet his eyes, grazing her teeth while she did so, just for the fun of seeing his face.

“Oooh, god…” Michael lost his concentration again with the touch of her teeth. When he gathered himself enough to talk again, he found her looking up at him expectantly with innocent eyes. She was far from innocent, he knew that from experience, but that look touched him anyway.

He couldn’t help the way he felt about her, she was so damn open.

Felt? Oh no, no, no, no!!! This was sooo not a good thing.

He was just about to get up and run out the door, towards some place where he could no longer see or smell her, but her hand on his chest stopped him. Looking at her face, he knew he wasn’t going anywhere anytime soon. Did she have to be so… herself?

“Did I do it right?” she asked, her insecurity written all over her face.

She was such a beautiful girl. How come he’d never noticed it before? Everything about her was beautiful. The way she licked her lips while she was watching him, or the way her fingers grazed his skin when they kissed. Even the sweat that trickled down her forehead made her look beautiful. What was she doing with him? Here, in a nookie motel, half naked?

Oh, right. She’d been kidnapped by him.

Coming back to the real world, he saw her panicking face at his lack of response. Rolling himself on top of her, he watched her widening eyes with amusement. Then he kissed her. Softly, gently… Letting her enjoy it, he let her have the control to deepen it only if she wanted to.

Feeling her smile against his lips, he pulled himself reluctantly away from her. “So you liked it?” she asked, not able to hide her grin. What the hell was wrong with him? Why was he finding her adorable? When had he ever found anything adorable?

“Are you kidding?” he said playfully, and not being able to ignore the call of her taunting naked breasts any longer he pulled her nipple in his mouth. Oh, heaven…

Losing her train of thought, she arched off from the bed and gripped his head in her hands. As he made his way down to her navel, leaving his hands to take care of her over sensitive nipples, all worries about not being good enough, experienced enough, or being stupid enough to let him use her for sex left her mind. Heaven… She was in heaven…

Michael moved down towards the offending material between them. Her jeans. Looking at her for affirmation, he found her eyes closed, lost in her own world. He proceeded to unbutton her jeans, carefully and slowly, giving her time to protest. To his relief, she didn’t. She was way too eager to get them off.

Maria’s mind finally grasped the enormity of the situation when she felt his hot breath against her inner thigh. Her breathing became even more laboured –if that was possible- and her heart took off in light speed. She was on the verge of panicking. There was something so scary about having a naked guy between her legs. And also something so damn erotic…

“What… am… I doing?” Maria asked out loud, forcing herself to hear the question between her moans.

“You’re having sex with me.” Michael said, kissing the soft skin of her inner thigh, just where her panties ended.

“Why?” Maria asked breathlessly while fighting the urge to wrap her legs around his head and trap him there forever.

“I have no idea.” He replied honestly. His fingers found the waist of her panties, and he once more met her eyes for permission. “But do you really want to talk about this right now?”

“Guess not.” Maria said and raised her hips to let him remove her panties.

She shut her eyes tightly while he pulled the scrap of clothing down her long, slim legs. What was she specifically afraid of, she wasn’t sure. It could be his reaction or maybe her self-consciousness caused by being so awfully nude. It didn’t matter, the point was that she wasn’t ready to open her eyes yet. So not ready…

Michael trailed his shaking hands up her inner thighs, softly spreading them. When lack of air became an issue, he realized he had stopped breathing. He breathed a deep breath filled with her scent, and could only pray to not faint.

After a couple minutes of silence Maria half opened one of her eyes, just enough to peek through, and found a dazed Michael, sitting between her thighs, his eyes fixed on her brownish golden curls. Opening her eyes she called his name. Was he just really hypnotised, or was that another freaky alien thing? “Michael?”

“Yeah?” he said finally meeting her eyes.

Okay, he looked good, no freaky alien things…

“Just checking…” she said.

Another minute passed and he was still not moving. She could see emotions passing through his face. She couldn’t really be sure since it wasn’t everyday that Michael Guerin actually let people know he was feeling things, but he looked… frightened?

“Michael, are you okay?” she asked being the not-so-patient person that she was.

“I… I…” He was terrified. What if he hurt her? Really hurt her… Like blew her up or something? And let's assume that he hadn't hurt her, then there was this other little problem. He had no idea how to touch her.

Feeling the frustration all the way to her toes and seeing that he wasn’t about to make his mind up any time soon, she let the haunting doubts go. With a courage she couldn’t believe she had, Maria placed her hand over his larger one resting on her thigh and guided him to where she desperately needed him.

Michael choked on his words --which had been rather insufficient till that moment anyway--, and let her heat carry his mind away. She was silky. So soft… and wet. Her guttural moan at the contact made him look at her face. He forgot his painful erection for a moment and decided to focus on his very own, very loud, very sexy human.

“Yes…” she hissed and rocked her hips softly to take his hand closer.

He wasn’t really doing anything. He was just letting her fingers move his. But it was okay by him as long as she liked it. He felt her tangle her lean fingers with his and push them deeper into herself. Her hips rose higher and her breathing was noticeably quicker now. He froze with the unexpected heat her walls generated around his fingers and tried not to think what that could do to other parts of his body. Her protesting body and insisting hand made him meet her rhythm once again, and he found it easier and with more confidence this time.

He was enjoying the view. She laid there writhing, her body covered with sweat, her hand between her legs accompanying his… So beautiful… And those soft cries she made, with that look of pleasure bordering on pain on her face… Then she bit her bottom lip and he felt his c-ock leap in response. He groaned. He wanted to be the one to bite that lip. If only he could trust his one very awake body part to behave when he moved.

Their lubricated fingers mated inside her, brushing against each other, creating tiny sparks that burned deep holes in both their souls. Michael’s other hand was itching to touch her. It didn’t matter where. She had that soft and smooth skin that made him want to lick and touch all over. While Michael was contemplating over her skin, his eyes caught the movement of her other hand. It moved up and cupped her own breast.

Oh god… Now there was a specific place he wanted to touch…

Carefully but hurriedly stretching his body out right next to hers, he chided himself. What the hell had he been doing being all Max-like and thinking before acting? That was so not a moment to waste by thinking. It could wait till later. Till a night he laid alone in his bed…

Startling her by pushing both her hands away, he took over the situation. He pushed all Max-like things away and let himself be himself. So he wasn’t Mr. Responsible… Who really gave a damn?

Ignoring her protesting moans he straddled one of her thighs. He enjoyed his new position immensely, it was such a great place to be.

He reached his left hand up to cup her face. Pushing her hair back he wished he had the patience to take his time with her. But with one look at her frustrated face he knew she lacked the required patience either. No… They weren't going to go slow. Not this time.

Was there going to be a next time? He let the question drift away. No thinking… Not now…

He bit her breast playfully and pushed two of his fingers deep inside her heat. Her hands gripping his head and her lips screaming his name confirmed his hypothesis. Not thinking was good.

He found the rhythm she liked soon enough. She was so obvious about the things she liked and didn’t like, it certainly didn’t take a genius to get it right. But although he knew he wasn’t doing anything special, he let her make him feel like he was the most precious thing in the world. She was saying his name with such honesty and care, he almost forgot who he really was. It felt good to forget.

He sucked her neck insistently to leave a mark. So she would remember him and everything he’d done to her. He knew he wouldn’t need a reminder himself. The picture of her nude form was carved in his brain.

She pulled his head up and her lips searched his blindly. He kissed her and all he could feel was heat and silky softness of her touch. They consumed each other furiously as his hand between her folds kept moving and causing a fire in her that had never before burned so deeply.

She was almost afraid of what she was feeling. It was something familiar but yet scaringly much more powerful. Her frantic eyes met his while he pulled back from the kiss. He tried a smile for her. It was kind of dusty from lack of use, but it worked nonetheless.

She wrapped her arms around his neck and hugged him close. She was going to trust him. Trust his hands. Those big, calloused, talented hands…

He let himself be hugged for the first time in his life without feeling uncomfortable and pulling back. He knew she was on the edge, and she looked terrified. So letting his hand take over her aroused nipple, he whispered in her ear.

“Sssshhh… Just let go… I’m here. Let it go…”

I'm here? What the hell was that supposed to mean? He knew it felt right to say, but he had no idea why she would feel better knowing that he was with her. She was supposed to feel worse and more scared.

It worked though. She did. Let go that is. She crushed him to her body and could only hope that he could still breathe, because she was incapable of letting him go. She arched off the bed and her body began to convulse and spasm in a way she’d never felt or seen before. She was burning inside out.

Michael couldn’t pull his fingers out. He didn’t want to lose the contact. He stroked her softly through her orgasm, feeling every tremor that shook her, enjoying her laboured breath lick his ear.

After what seemed like an eternity but probably was just a couple of minutes, Maria’s body finally rested unmoving on the bed. Her limp arms fell from their places around Michael’s neck. All her leftover strength could manage was a sigh.

Propped up on his elbows he looked down at her peaceful face and searched for a clue that could tell him she was okay. Those bright green eyes that were now surprisingly familiar opened, and at the sight of him a large smile spread across her face. All he could do was smile back with relief.

Pretending to push back the plastered hair from her cheek, he stroked her face. Her smiling face became serious for a moment, and keeping their eyes connected she leaned in to his touch. The tenderness of the moment felt oddly good, but it also caused a wave of panic threatening to rise to the surface in both of them with different reasons.

Their fears blended into one in one point though. Tomorrow. They knew where they stood at that moment but what exactly would they mean to each other tomorrow? Maria knew she needed it cleared out before they took the last step and she got her heart shattered.

“Tomorrow…” she started shyly and clearly scared, and stopped abruptly at the look of horror in Michael’s eyes. His hand stopped stroking her cheek and his body visibly stiffened. Inhaling deeply as if it was her last breath she swallowed her tears. “Let's not tell them.” She said. She was glad that her voice hadn't cracked, because it would have ruined the whole act.

As much as it made her happy that Michael looked relieved with her suggestion, it also pained her deeply. She had known it all along. She’d known who he was. She’d known he wasn’t a guy cut out to be a boyfriend. She’d known it would have never worked anyway. But her heart refused to listen her reasoning. It kept bleeding, and she held onto the closest thing that she could lose her sorrows in. Michael.

Moving her leg to stroke him with her thigh, she felt the fire start to burn in her lower abdomen once more. He too looked lost in the mating of their skins. His mouth travelled with his insatiable hunger on her skin, and his right hand found the place it yearned to be since the moment it had left. She gasped with the sensation created by his fingers inside her, and knew it was time.

Just as he began to uncontrollably knead and bite her breasts, something clicked in her head. “Max.” she said breathlessly. Michael stopped and pulled back to look at her with disbelief. "What?" he spat out half nastily, half hurt.

Seeing the confusion, Maria rushed to explain. “Max will come. I called them, remember? We should lock the door.”

Trying not to show his relief, he nodded. He got up feeling a little self conscious walking around naked, and walked towards the door. Finding the key he locked it, and grabbing a chair he secured the door against all intruders. Maria looked perplexed at his amount of paranoia and he felt the urge to explain himself. “Isabel wouldn’t need a key and would definitely not give a damn about privacy…”

“Oh…” Maria said, trying not to look down at his naked body.

He walked back to the bed, refraining hardly from jumping on her. Sitting down on the side of the bed he started kissing her, it looked like the right place to start. The kiss got out of hand soon enough and Maria pulled him on top of her. She could hear his hisses and groans every time her hand brushed his c-ock.

Michael knew he had not one shred of control left. He was trying to focus on kissing and touching her to refrain from pounding madly into her. Kissing her was good for distraction though, he was enjoying it. It wasn’t getting dull or boring, he could kiss her for days. He sucked her bottom lip in his mouth and tried to decide if it was kissing in general or just kissing her that made his heart melt like that.

Pulling her lips away from him with difficulty, Maria tried not to blush. “Do you… you know… have a condom?” At his amused and surprised look she continued. “…I’m on pill for my cycle, but since you’re different and all, I thought we might need to make sure. I don’t know maybe we should…”

He kissed her softly to shut her up, and put a condom in her hand. “You’re babbling DeLuca.” He said against her lips.

“I know, isn't it great?” she said, happy that finally she could babble again. She looked at the package in her hand, one of her brows rose in curiosity. “I don’t think you’ve been planning this, so I'm guessing it’s a guy thing…” she said, hoping that it wasn’t an everyday thing for him.

Michael blushed slightly. “It’s a guy thing. You know… Just in case…”

“Okay…” she said and ripped the package with shaking hands.

“You need help?” Michael asked, enjoying her flustered look.

“No, I can do it!”

He was smiling at her annoyance and stubbornness, not letting himself think, and feel uncomfortable about finding it cute instead of irritating. She pulled the condom out of its package, and tried to put it on him but her trembling hands were starting to annoy her. She closed her eyes and laid back, angry at herself for not being stronger.

Then she felt his hands on hers. She opened her eyes big in surprise, and saw him guide her hands. He smiled and kissed her briefly. “See? You can do it.” He used her hands to put the condom on and roll it slowly. She couldn’t believe how hot that one simple action got her, and how amazingly sexy and cute he looked.

Pulling him down on top of her, she wrapped her hand around his erection and pulled him closer to herself. Her heart was threatening to burst out, and the rest of her body had joined her hands in trembling. But she didn’t stop. She couldn’t.

He felt the tip of his c-ock touch her entrance. So this was it. He wanted to ask her once more if she was sure about it, but her legs wrapping around him and pulling him closer gave him the reassurance he needed.

Maria felt him push inside slightly, and they both struggled to breathe. It was like nothing she’d ever felt before. It wasn’t hurting. Not yet anyway. Feeling him hesitate, she placed a hand on his ass and pulled him deeper.

Michael looked down at her flushed face. “Tell me if you want me to stop.” He said, still afraid that he would somehow hurt her.

“Don’t.” she whispered in response, her many words leaving her for once.

“It will hurt.” Michael said not sharing her confidence.

“I know. It’s okay.”

She pulled him deeper insistently and Michael finally let it go, not able to think coherently anymore because of the intolerable heat surrounding him. He pushed himself in deeper and felt something inside her tear.

Her hands grabbed his arms and a sharp intake of breath was heard. Michael looked down to see her eyes tightly closed, her face contorted in pain. And one single drop of tear coursed down her cheek. Panicking he tried to pull out, but her legs didn’t let him.

“I'm okay.” he heard her whisper. She wasn’t okay though, he could feel the stiffness of her muscles. He was about to protest, but she stopped him with her hand on his lips. “I’ll be okay. Just give me a minute to adjust.”

Looking in her eyes, he sucked her fingers in his mouth. He knew he wouldn’t be able to take the pain away like Max could have done, but he could do the next best thing… Distract her.

Pulling her fingers out, he licked the lone tear that had coursed down her cheek. Then moving lower, he took her nipple in her mouth and suckled her, thinking he really could enjoy distracting her in the future.

Her breathing had become laboured again and she had started to slightly move beneath him. He reached his hand down between their bodies and found the silkiness his fingers never wanted to leave. He stroked her till she started thrusting upward and begging him to move.

He pulled out slightly and softly pushed himself in again. Watching her face for any signs of discomfort, all he could find was pleasure. So finding a steady rhythm he continued with long, slow strokes.

Maria looked up at the man that had taken her virginity. She had never pictured it like that. She had thought it would be in candle light, in a proper bed with a man that would whisper her sweet nothings… Instead all she had was an alien she’d never truly known, in a nookie motel room. No preparation, no candles, no I love you’s…

But she had also never thought it could ever feel this wonderful. She wasn’t sure if it was just sex or something about Michael, but the experience had left her speechless. It didn’t feel incomplete like any other first time stories she’d heard. Even with the lack of her dream first time’s requirements, she was far from incomplete. Instead she was full, and about to burst out…

Michael could feel his movements get out of control, but he was too far gone to even attempt to control them. He was pushing faster with every thrust. It felt like he would die if he didn’t keep moving.

Maria felt cold. He was too far away from her. She was feeling lonely without his skin touching hers all over. She extended her arms to him. “Michael…”

He thought about lying down on top of her once again, but decided against it. She was too tiny, he was afraid to break her if his elbows failed to support him. So he pulled her up. Wrapping an arm around her slim waist, and never letting their bodies’ break their contact, he sat up.

They both hissed at the new sensation of him being buried deeper into her. Placing his big hands on her ass, he started moving her, guiding her body to a rhythm they both liked.

Her body was plastered against his, her arms wrapped securely around his neck. She didn’t like not seeing his face, but feeling his heat was more important. She kept pushing herself up and down using her knees on the bed and her elbows on his shoulders. Her movements became frantic with the building up of the heat in her lower abdomen. And she felt something she couldn’t possibly put into words, something that made her want to sob from pleasure…

“Michael!” his name left her lips in a scream, and her walls clamped down on him. He followed her soon after, falling down on the bed in his exhaustion, her spent body on top of him still joined with his.

They laid there wrapped around each other, shaking and trembling uncontrollably with the most intense thing they’d ever felt. They couldn’t even move enough to look at each other, because every attemp sent jolts of electricity through their bodies.

After hearing her evened breathing, Michael pulled the comforter to cover them. What they were going to do when they woke up was beyond him. At that moment, all he wanted was to hold that fragile body close to his as he slept, and feel her breath tickle his neck.

His mind was too fuzzy to think, and sleep was taking over his body.

That moment felt too good to ruin with thoughts, tomorrow could be dealt when it came.

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