"You, me, an oily massage and some undoubtedly furious sex…how's that sound?" Sara contemplated Michael's words with a smirk, already knowing the answer she would give to his flirtatious offer.
Only the soft sighs of their lovemaking resonated through the air, a push of breath leaving Sara's excited lungs each time Michael entered her centre and made her whole.
"Come with me Sara," Michael whispered, his intense darkened blue hues boring into her as she tensed beneath him. A flash of white and a shuddering up her spine told her she would be there first.
The damp sheets barely covered them, the tangled mess of entwined legs and interlocking fingers expressing everything they could not say.
She said slowly. She said tenderly. But as we mould together on my black sheets, her milky smooth skin contrasting the cotton like a hellion in heaven and her searing wet core pulling my manhood deeper into her void, it takes all I have to respect her wishes and not lose myself with reckless abandon.
I wait with baited anticipation and heaving breathes, his naked form standing over me has already burned its image onto my mind forever more.
Just this once, I wish Michael Scofield would stop his torturous assault on my swollen clitoris, pull at my nerve endings and end it all. Just this once, I wish he wouldn't.
Thunder crashes outside the car and rain hails down on the rooftop like the pounding heartbeats in our chests. With my skirt pushed roughly over my hips and Michael buried so far in me I think we might be as one, I am complete, and I smile through my half open mouth that gasps for desperate breathes.
"You like that?" He growls hotly into my ear, teasing my aching essence with his baking hot tip that he slides back and forth over my entrance. Breathlessly I sigh my answer, a pleading moan for his girth to fill me and never let me stop crying out his name on pleading whispers until we are both sated.
I try to hold back. I even grip at her loose auburn curls to let her know how close I am but she is relentless in her pursuit of my orgasm. As I watch her hot, hungry mouth devour me over and over and her hands rub over the taught skin of my member, the only thing I can hold is the syllable of her name on my lips.
"I thought you wanted to wait until our wedding night?" Michael breathes against Sara's mouth between feverous kisses she implements to his skin. With a smirk, she backs him towards their bed and his knees hit the edge, bending forward and sending him flailing to the springy mattress. With a hefty breath, Sara tears her last remaining barrier, her bra, from her buzzing skin and quirks an eyebrow towards Michael. "I lied."