Chapter summary: Michael finally gets his pay back and shows Liz what it means to submit to his whims. Or does he? Sometimes it's hard to tell who is the seducer and who is the seduced when love is involved. Can he keep his cool long enough to ensnare his prey? Lyrics to Crash Into Me belong to the Dave Mathews Band.
Crash Into Me
You've got your ball
You've got your chain
Tied to me tight; tie me up again
Liz stood in the middle of the eraser room, the musty scent of chalk, worn erasers and abandoned chalkboards filling her nose with every agitated breath she dragged into her lungs, driving her to resume her nervous pacing. Rubbing her hands over her arms to ward off the nerve-induced chill dancing over her spine, she licked her lips as she studied the room that held many memories from her high school days, both good and bad.
Fiddling with her blouse, she stared down at her attire, dressed as one might remember from her high school days in a short blue, silver gray and cream plaid skirt, a white buttoned-down, short-sleeved shirt and a pair of low-heeled sandals. Except this skirt was much shorter than anything she ever dared to wear in high school. Her hair was neatly pinned back with a wide silver clip, another tribute to her high school days. She never dressed this way anymore, but Michael had insisted, giving her specific instructions for tonight. How on Earth had she let him talk her into this again?
Because it was Michael.
Her heart picked up pace as she recalled the night that had her sent to the eraser room, almost as a naughty child was sent to the principal's office, to await her punishment. Her breath hitched, her body flushing with need at the memories and she pressed a hand to her quivering stomach, heat twitching in her core as a vision of his naked, blindfolded and bound body flashed through her mind. It had been one of the most erotic experiences of her life.
And one she wouldn't mind repeating, over and over again.
Breathing shallowly, she halted her anxious trek through the room and pressed the small of her back into a long table pushed against the far wall, keeping her eyes peeled for any hint of movement at the door as she thought about her boyfriend. If anyone had told her back in high school that she'd be deeply in love with Roswell High's former bad boy, she would have laughed heartily, thinking that they had nothing in common. How wrong she had been, for under that carefully constructed mask, resided the most beautiful soul she'd ever met.
Head snapping up, her heart thrummed and her stomach lurched as a rattle caught her ear, her wary eyes latching onto the slowly turning golden knob as she hoped that Michael was finally joining her and that she wasn't about to get caught by a janitor. Swallowing thickly, her eyes slowly rose, her breath releasing in a relieved rush as familiar tawny waves came into view when Michael quickly entered and closed the door, leaning against it.
Drinking him in, her breath caught in her throat, as it always did when she saw him and her captivated gaze slid over him slowly as she nibbled on her lower lip. He was dressed in a slate blue button-down shirt that she swore she remembered from his senior year in high school, hanging untucked with the long sleeves rolled to his elbows and a pair of jeans, slung low on his hips, the fraying cuffs resting against worn Docs. God, he was the most beautiful man she'd ever met and she couldn't believe he was hers.
Raising her eyes, her breath stalled once more as they met his, the bright, whiskey irises studying her with smoldering intensity and leaving her weak in the knees.
Who's got their claws
In you my friend
Into your heart I'll beat again
Michael leaned against the door, taking in his girlfriend with dazed, lustful eyes and his breath stuttered as his eyes ran the length of her body, licking his lips unconsciously as he noted that she'd complied with his demands to the letter. God, how many times had he pictured her in this very room, pressed up against the wall, her legs wrapped around his waist and his lips devouring her, worshiping that silky, golden skin he was so blessed to touch; it was a fantasy he'd had too many times to count, starting long before she became a permanent fixture in his life.
Locking the door silently, he sealed and soundproofed the room on the off chance some night guard or janitor was roaming the halls. He was pretty sure they were alone, but he hated taking any chances when it came to her. Sinking his hands into his pockets, he smirked as he watched her eyes slide over his body, noting the delicate flush cresting her cheeks that was a dead give away to her arousal and loved that he affected her the way she did him.
"Well, if it isn't Perfect Parker, caught all alone in the eraser room," he smirked, as her eyes met his, shoving off the door and sauntering over to the petite brunette, towering over her as he invaded her space until only inches separated them. Grinning wickedly, he loved the way her throat moved as she swallowed nervously and wary chocolate orbs assessed him contemplatively as she tried to figure out his game. Pulling a hand out of his pocket, he looped a strand of silky molasses hair around his finger, toying with it. "I wonder what everyone would say if they knew you were trapped in here with me."
"Do you have any idea how many times I would stare at you in history and imagine dragging you in here?" he asked huskily when she didn't answer, dropping the silky lock and brushing his body against hers lightly as he walked past her. Watching her from the corner of his eyes, he smiled as he heard her inhale sharply and she sucked her lip between her teeth, nibbling on it as she often did when she was nervous. Good, he wanted her to feel some of that nervous excitement that she'd treated him to the night she held him tied to his bed and at her mercy.
"I always thought you did it to intimidate me, especially after the incident in the diner," she replied breathlessly, twisting her fingers slightly as she studied him. He could see her brain working overtime, trying to decipher where this conversation was leading. Leaning his shoulder against the wall, he studied her in turn as she turned slowly and stared at him carefully through her lashes; his girl never could stand leaving things a mystery, always worked tirelessly to solve them in that delightfully intelligent and highly logical mind. And he loved throwing her off her game. "I thought you disliked me."
"I wanted to," he shrugged, giving nothing away in his face and nearly laughed aloud as she huffed slightly at his admittance. Truth was truth, he had wanted to dislike her for what she represented – his outing as an alien and the end of his fantasies when she took up with Max – but he couldn't. "But you had crawled under my skin; even before stealing your journal, something about you got to me and after…I'm not saying I was in love with you then, but I couldn't get you out of my head. And I couldn't figure out why."
He still couldn't figure it out, but the difference was he didn't care to understand it anymore. Unlike her, he reveled in the mystery that she presented him and embraced the confusion she created in his mind. He'd finally gotten his claws into her and he wasn't going to let her go any time soon.
Sweet like candy to my soul
Sweet you rock
And sweet you roll
Lost for you; I'm so lost for you
"Well, you have me here now, Guerin," she drawled, quirking a brow at his inscrutable expression, knowing he was purposefully playing this close to the chest in order to keep her guessing. He seemed to get a perverse thrill out of making her wait him out and, although she'd never admit it, she loved every uncertain moment. Resting a hand on her hip, she cocked her head inquiringly and sauntered over to him, invading his space this time. Breathless, she stared at him as her blood swam hotly through her veins, her body jolting as he pressed his hips against her stomach and rubbed against her suggestively, prompting her to ask quietly. "What do you plan to do about it?"
"Well, Miss Parker," he whispered, his silky voice clenching things low in her body as he dipped his head and pressed soft, warm lips against her ear, nipping the tender flesh lightly. Smirking, he dragged his fingers over her stomach and heat flooded his system as her breath caught in her throat, then stilled completely when his hands wrapped around her hips. Dragging her against him, he watched her with heavy, predacious eyes and pressed his nose to hers, their breaths mingling as his mouth hovered over hers tauntingly, a low threat filling his voice as he teased. "If you don't want me spreading rumors about how you were caught not only cutting class, tsk, tsk, but also found in the eraser room completely disheveled, I suggest you find a way to convince me to stay quiet."
"Hmmmm, that could really damage my reputation," she murmured, coffee-tinted eyes darkening with desire as his game became apparent and her body tightened with anticipation as to where this latest escapade might lead them. Lifting her hand, she traced her finger over his bottom lip and barely bit back a moan as his tongue flit over tip of her finger slowly. Cupping his jaw, she leaned in as smoky ebony irises sought out sparkling caramel, asking in a low rasping voice. "What do you want?"
"Make me an offer," he lofted, pulling away abruptly and smirking as surprise flashed across her face, followed by the slightest hint of frustration, before settling on curiosity as he hopped onto the table and slouched against the wall, arms crossed over his chest. Licking his lips slowly, his eyes drifted over her lazily, his hot, heavy gaze lighting appreciatively as he memorized every delectable inch of her before they slid to her assessing stare and he quirked a brow, a lazy half-smile touching his lips as he taunted. "And I'll let you know when something pricks my interest."
"Well…" she hummed, biting back a smile as she studied him seriously, her own brow winging mockingly as she tapped her bottom lip with a finger, pretending to think it over. Narrowing her eyes thoughtfully, she averted them, pursing her lips before fixing him with a blinding smile and knowing it wasn't what he had in mind, offered pertly. "I could do your homework for the next month."
Touch your lips just so I know
In your eyes, love, it glows so
I'm bare boned and crazy for you
"Hardly what I had in mind, Parker," he snorted, biting back the urge to laugh at the calculating amusement dancing in her dark, sparkling eyes. Keeping his gaze melded with hers, he quirked his lips and leaned forward, crooking his finger at her, his breath growing shallow as she walked over with a slow, seductive roll of her hips. Propping himself up with his hands, it took every ounce of his willpower not to stare at them and he bit back a sigh of relief as she halted in front of him. "If I really gave a damn about school, I could easily ace any class I choose. Try again."
"Well, I could…" she trailed off huskily, stepping between his knees and kept her eyes anchored with his as she traced her fingers up over the buttons of her shirt slowly, flicking the first one open. Smiling when his gaze faltered briefly, his lust-filled his eyes flicking to the skin at her throat, she jolted, body growing hot and achy as he pinned her with a blatantly hungry look. Emitting a shaky breath, she slid her fingers to the second button, toying with it as she whispered against his lips. "…Take off my shirt; is that what you had in mind?"
"That would be nice to start," he swallowed thickly, his eyes sliding shut briefly as the soft scent of warm vanilla teased his senses, making his body seize up and he pulled back, slouching back onto his hands to put a little needed distance between them. Lids sliding half-mast, he jolted when her thigh brushed against his, lines of electricity rippling through his blood and setting fire to every cell in his body and he nodded towards her, commanding in a rasping voice. "Take it off…slowly."
Smiling, she lifted both hands to her shirt, slowly sliding the second button out of its hole and pulled the material back to reveal silken, golden skin before moving down to the next, rocking her body to some sensual beat in her head. He bit back a moan as the next button revealed creamy lace molded to golden swells and the next, the dip of her navel, making him shift, his pants growing uncomfortably tight as he hardened and twitched with every centimeter of skin she exposed.
"Anything else?" she husked, turning her back to him and dipped her hips, swiveling them in a seductive, sexy little dance as she slowly slid the blouse down her arms. The material pooled at her waist, resting limply on her wrists as she looked over her shoulder with simmering sable eyes and smirked softly before pulling them out of the sleeves, the material fluttering to the floor with a whisper as she turned around and rest her hands on her hips.
"Yes, come here," he commanded, his voice low, hoarse and breaking with need as she walked over slowly, chocolate fire burning in the depths of her eyes, a far cry from the quiet, reserved girl he remembered from high school. God, she was going to be the death of him. Gripping her hips softly, he yanked her against his chest, her hands splaying against it and sunk his mouth against hers possessively, moaning when her taste exploded over his lips. Stroking his tongue over the sweet flesh, he inhaled deeply as her lips parted immediately, her tongue slipping out to stroke against his languidly.
God, she was so intoxicating and completely undid him, bound him to her tightly every time their lips met, but these were chains he didn't mind. He embraced her pull on him, reveled in the love that shined out of fiery ebony eyes and got lost in her far too easily.
Pulling away abruptly, his fingers tightened on her hips and he slipped back into character as he slid one up over the soft swell of her stomach, rubbing his thumb over the underside of her breast, smirking when a low moan bubbled past her lips, her eyes sliding shut in bliss.
If I've gone overboard
Then I'm begging you
To forgive me
"You gonna scream if I touch you," he taunted softly, sliding his hand up over her breast, squeezing it gently before he rubbed his thumb back and forth over her pebbling nipple, drawing another whimper from her throat. Kneading the flesh under his hand, he watched as her cheeks flushed with desire and she sunk her teeth into her lip, dipping slightly to nuzzle his nose between her breasts, inhaling the sweet, spicy scent of her skin and bit back a moan of pleasure. Meeting desire-laden irises, he continued with a low chuckle. "If I put my mouth here?"
He smiled when she shook her head in the negative, her breath growing short and labored as he flicked his tongue over the stiff peak, nipping it gently through the barely there lace, heat shooting through his veins as she cried out. Sliding a hand over her hip to splay against one silky thigh, he toyed with the hem of her skirt, building her anticipation and slid it up her skirt only when she whimpered in frustration, tracing the edge of her panties. Running his fingers over the seam, he cupped her core, inhaling sharply as he felt how wet she was and rubbed as he rasped huskily. "Or here?"
"No," she gasped, biting back a moan, her body trembling as she dropped her head to his shoulder, grabbing at the table blindly and squeezing as his fingers slid under the edge of her panties, tracing the slick skin teasingly before he pulled his hand from under her skirt. Panting harshly she lifted her head, moaning in truth this time when he licked his fingers clean and barely refrained from climbing up on the table and pushing him against the wall, forcing him to ease the ache he'd created in her body. "Do you want to?"
"Oh, yes, Parker," he smirked, kissing her roughly before drawing back to look at her appreciatively, thoroughly enjoying the havoc he'd wreaked on her control. Staring at passion-swollen lips, flushed cheeks and sweat dampened temples, his body trembled slightly, heat curling in his stomach at the thought of having her pressed beneath him. Soon, very soon, he promised himself, but first, he wanted to make her writhe, to beg, to burn for the feel of his mouth, hands and skin on hers. Flicking her a fiery glance, he crooked his finger, vowing hotly. "And I'm going to; lose the bra and climb into my lap."
Keeping her eyes leveled with his, she placed her hands on her stomach, sliding them over her skin slowly, a half-smile spreading on her face as he swallowed audibly, his eyes riveted on her slowly advancing hands. Cupping her breasts, she squeezed, pinching the nipples slightly, tipping her head back as a strangled groan spilled over her lips and heat flared in her womb, an echoing rumble easing from his as he slid forward and stilled her hands, "Enough. Remove it, now."
"Like this?" she whispered, sliding her hands around her back, taking his along for the ride, their bodies pressing together and their lips met softly as their hearts pounded against one other. Unhooking the clasp slowly, she stepped back, the lace falling away into his hands. Tossing it to the floor carelessly, he swallowed thickly as she climbed onto the table and straddled his lap, hissing under his breath as his rigid length pressed into soft, wet lace.
"Yes, exactly like this," he murmured approvingly, his mouth drying, hands cupping her ass as she situated herself and dug his fingers into the rounded, firm globes as he rocked into her core, commanding softly, "Take off my shirt," gasping in surprise when she slid her hands over his shirt and ripped the edges apart, sending the buttons flying.
In my haste
When I'm holding you so girl
Close to me
"That enough?" she teased, pressing her breasts against his chest and sliding them along his skin, the pebbled tips scraping as she slid the shirt off his shoulders to pool on the table. Dragging her hands over his chest slowly, she loved his hissed breath and the way his muscles bunched under her fingers; the way his arms wrapped around her back gently, crushing her to his chest, pinning her hands against him. Staring into heavy, molten caramel eyes, her breath hitched at the depth of love and passion burning in them and her lashes fluttered, lids sliding shut as his lips closed in.
"No, not even close to enough, Parker," he whispered hoarsely, brushing his mouth over hers softly, once, twice, three times, each light touch igniting the embers burning low in his stomach, the simmering heat flaring into full-fledged flames as their lips melted together. Sighing against her mouth, he hummed with pleasure as it opened invitingly, her breath mingling with his in short, shallow puffs as he traced the folds of her mouth thoroughly, sucker-punched as mint, vanilla and strawberry danced over his palate.
Burying a hand into cool, molasses silk, he twisted the strands around his fingers and fused their mouths together, drinking her down as if he'd been lost in the desert for a hundred years and her mouth was the first cool, refreshing oasis he'd stumbled upon. Stroking his tongue along the velvet rasp of hers, he moaned as she tugged on his hair gently, her hips rocking against his sinuously. Oh, God, he loved when she did that. Pulling back, he pressed his forehead to hers; breathing heavily as their lips brushed together and his arms cradled her to him, murmuring. "We're just getting started."
"What would you have of me next?" she queried, her voice thick and strained as she played with the sweat-dampened strands kissing the nape of his neck. Heart beating wildly, she closed her eyes, drawing a deep breath and murmured nonsensically when his scent drifted over her senses, filling her with that golden, rich, masculine tone that she could only describe as Michael – the clean, crisp scent of soap mingling with warm earth, kissed by the sun and touched with the faintest hint of rain. It made her mouth water
"Submissive are we?" he teased softly, enjoying her obvious enchantment with him and the absorbed babble spilling over her lips as she pressed her nose against his temple, muttering something about earth and rain. Smiling, he remembered when she tried to describe his scent to him and could only imagine it was what she was talking about now. Pressing his lips to her temple, he murmured in contentment when she mumbled that it was mouth-watering. Brushing his lips over the lobe of her ear, he whispered. "I like that."
"Don't let it go to your head, Guerin," she lofted, catching his double meaning, but responding to his earlier teasing in kind, pulling back, to regard him with sparkling chocolate eyes as she cocked a brow and warned. "Today, I may be yours to command, but it's a one time occurrence. You know, to protect my reputation."
Oh when you come crash
Into me, baby
And I come into you,
And I come into you
"Oh, of course," he agreed soberly, his eyes belying his serious tone as he captured her lips, lightly nipping her skin as he sucked it into his mouth, the remnants of her gloss laved away with a flick of his tongue as candied-strawberries filled his mouth. Releasing hers, he kissed the tip of her nose, nuzzling it with the tip of his as they smiled at each other softly. How did he get so lucky? "I would never assume otherwise, mi pequeño dominante."
"Well, what do you know, someone does pay attention in class," she drawled in mock surprise, laughing as he scowled at her playfully, pinching her in retribution as he buried his face into her neck, trailing soft kisses over her neck. Humming in pleasure, she tipped her head back to give him better access, a sweet, heavy ache suffusing her as his tongue traced the length before sinking his teeth into tender flesh. Inhaling deeply, she rocked against him as heat curled in her stomach, its smoldering tendrils seeping into her bloodstream and igniting her blood, raising it to a slow boil. "I'm impressed, Guerin."
"Only when it suits me," he lofted, his voice growing heavy as he lost himself in the feel and taste of her, his hands sliding over her skin reverently, scraping his teeth over her collarbone and tracing the delicate lines with the tip of his tongue as he slid lower. Grunting when her nails embedded in his shoulders, he captured pebbled skin between his teeth, nipping and suckling on the nub, laving it with his tongue before repeating the gesture to its twin. Drawing back he met hazy ebony, lifting her to her knees and demanded hoarsely, "Enough talk, on your knees, woman; I want you kneeling over me for this."
"What are you…?" she asked shakily, her bones nearly melting when his hands slid over her thighs smoothly, gently molding tender, sensitive flesh under callused fingertips and grasped the edges of her panties, ripping them from her with a little boost of powers. Gasping, her nails dug into his shoulders as he teased the slick folds, his fingers brushing over sensitive skin lightly, her hips jerking as they dragged over the bundle of nerves at the apex of her thighs, smoothing her wetness over the sensitive bud with a flick of his thumb. "Oh, God, Michael."
"Finally made it to a first name basis, did we?" he teased, running his fingers over her softly, watching desire and pleasure play across her face, his breath snagging as she cried out, rocking her hips into his hand to increase the pressure of his strokes. God, she was so beautiful like this. Heart hammering, he trailed hot, wet kisses over her stomach, husking against her skin. "Lift your skirt and bunch it at your waist; I want to taste you."
Hike up your skirt a little more
And show the world to me
Hike up your skirt a little more
And show your world to me
In a boys dream, in a boys dream
Licking his lips, he slouched slightly, bracing his back against the wall and pooling his shirt on either side of his thighs, he stared at her with smoldering intensity. Holding out his hand to her, he pulled her over and positioned her carefully, her knees resting on the soft cloth. Resting his hands on her thighs, he pulled her closer until a mere inch separated him from his desired location and met her eyes, smiling as her gaze grew heavy with lust and her hands gripped the folds of her skirt, pulling it up in front of him.
Breathing shallowly, fire flashed over her skin as long, callused fingers slid over her inner thighs, the tips brushing over her lightly as she complied, bunching her skirt at her waist and her fingers dug into the cloth as her legs trembled in anticipation. Gasping, she fought the urge dig her fingers into his scalp as he pressed his nose to apex of her thighs and inhaled, his hot, heavy breath zinging ripples of pleasure through her body.
Whimpering with frustration, her body tensed as he hovered and she was about to demand that he either do something or stop teasing her when his tongue flit out, licking the length of her slit with a slow, deliberate swipe, shooting electricity through her veins. Oh God, she didn't know if she had the strength to stay upright and she bit her lip, her thighs growing weak, skin sweltering as his tongue trailed over her lightly.
"God, Liz, you are just so…" he murmured, his heart beating wildly as she coated his tongue, sucker-punched by the sweet, slightly spicy taste of her dancing over his palate and digging his fingers into her hips, delved back into her folds, lightly tracing them. Flicking his tongue over the slick skin, he lapped the sweet liquid slowly, alternating between delicate nibbles and licks, reveling in the way she jolted with each touch. Moaning aloud, he sunk his tongue into her, swirling it up and around her clit as she gripped his hair, mumbling as he pulled away. "I can't describe it."
"Michael, please," she choked, her breath hitching as he continued his sensual assault, her legs growing wobbly as she clutched his shoulders tightly to keep herself steady, and pressed her body to his mouth, seeking the deeper, harder stroke of his tongue. Gasping as his mouth latched onto her bundle of nerves, her bones felt as if they had liquefied and her thighs trembled with the effort to keep from sliding to the table in a boneless heap as heat raged through her blood like an inferno. "I need…"
"So sweet, so beautiful," he rambled, waving his hand over her body to remove her skirt as her fingers curled into his hair, tugging as she whimpered under his ministrations. Grasping her hips, he dove in, plunging his tongue into her core, mimicking a sensual dance he was dying to complete. He needed to be inside her now. Flicking his tongue over her folds, he pulled away, pressing his sweaty brow against her stomach. "God…Liz…you make me ache like crazy; I don't think I can wait any longer."
Liz trembled softly, eyes closed in bliss, an aching need swimming through her veins as she sunk her fingers into the rumpled waves clinging to his damp neck, drawing his head away from her stomach so she could meet hooded, sultry whiskey irises. Sinking back down into his lap shakily, she captured his lips in gentle, fevered kiss, tracing his lips with the tip of her tongue, sighing when his tongue slid out to stroke against hers languidly, their tastes mingling.
"Then don't," she husked when they broke apart for air, brushing her lips against his slowly, enjoying how his breath snagged and eyes flared hotly at her words. Meeting his eyes, she gave him a sultry smile, trailing the tip of one finger over his chest as she pressed her lips to his ear, quietly demanding. "Take me; make me yours."
Oh I watch you there
Through the window
And I stare at you
You wear nothing but you
Wear it so well
Shuddering, Michael slid his eyes shut, his breath shallow as he pressed his face against her neck, kissing the soft, vanilla-scented skin lightly, staggered and thoroughly undone by the power she held over him; how completely she twisted him up in knots with five words. He was supposed to be the one seducing her and here he was, captivated, drawn in and utterly seduced by her innocent vixen act. Lifting his head, he stared at her in wonder, his heart hammering she watched him quietly, love reflected in the bronze fire shimmering in the depths of her eyes.
"Lay back," he murmured as he gathered her up into his arms, rolling her onto her back slowly with a slow, tender kiss as she arranged herself on the cool, hard surface beneath them. Breaking the kiss, he hovered over her, his soft gaze dancing over her with a touch of awe, still not quite sure how he ended up in this position with her, his throat tightening with sweet emotions; this evening wasn't turning out how he'd originally envisioned, but it was turning out better and deeper than he ever imagined, despite their location.
Dropping a quick peck on her lips, he slid off the table, smirking when her eyes popped open incredulously, confusion clouding them as she sat up slightly, her brow pursing thoughtfully as he stood next to the table, her hand grasping at the air as he moved away. Leaning back onto one hand, she pushed several strands of hair back from her face, the slightest hint of a frown marring her beautiful face as she protested his defection, "Wait, where are you going?"
"Ease up, Parker," he chuckled, pressing his lips to hers, gently fusing them together before he pulled away and took her hands, sliding them over his chest until they brushed against the closure to his jeans, watching her heatedly as she licked her lips in anticipation. His breath caught in his throat as nimble fingers flicked the clasp of his pants open, slowly drawing the zipper down and slim fingers slid into them, giving the jeans a helpful nudge over his hip. Brushing his lips over the shell of her ear, he stilled her questing hands, breathing against the tender skin. "I just need to even the playing field."
Drawing back, molten caramel flit over her rapt face as he kicked his shoes to the side, his hands resting on the waist band of his jeans tauntingly, loving the way her eyes were glued to the skin waiting to be unveiled and grinned when she huffed impatiently. It did his ego good to know that she was as enraptured with him as he was with her.
Meeting shimmering chocolate pools, he hooked his thumbs into his jeans, sliding them the rest of the way over his hips, the material hitting the floor with a soft sigh and plop as he swept them to the side, only to repeat the gesture with his boxers. Mouth drying, his heart sped up in tempo as her eyes slid half-mast, her gaze slipping over him hungrily before flicking back to his, a wealth of emotion glimmering in her eyes.
"God, you're so beautiful," she whispered reverently, her heart thrumming staccato, blood jumping and her breath snagging as he closed the short distance between them, wrapping her into his arms, hissing quietly when her fingers slid over sweat-kissed skin to wrap around his neck. Tugging him closer, she wrapped her legs around his waist, gasping when his erection slid against her hot, wet folds, gliding over sensitized skin, causing her nails to bite into his back. "I can't believe you're mine."
"Keep talking like that, woman," he husked, rubbing his shaft against her slick, warm core for a moment before he slid into her slowly, the feel of silken walls enveloping him nearly bringing him to his knees. God, she was so unbelievably tight and felt so good wrapped around him; he didn't think he'd ever get used to this feeling, or to the sweet, heavy ache that flooded his body when they made love. Kissing her softly, he waited for her body to adjust before lifting her into his arms and walking them over to a wall, pressing her back to the surface as he sunk deeper into her, mumbling. "And I'll give you anything you want."
Tied up and twisted
The way I'd like to be
For you, for me, come crash
Into me
"Promise?" she asked thickly, tipping her head back against the wall and sighing as his lips trailed over her neck softly in sweet, barely there caresses. Rocking her hips shallowly, she inhaled sharply as the motion sent an escalating fever over her nerves and captured his lips as he began to move within her with slow, deep strokes, each measured movement fanning the embers smoldering in her womb until they caught into a an aching burn, rolling through her body like a hot desert wind.
"Yes," he promised fervently, his body trembling with exertion, and the deep emotions bubbling through his veins, muscles tightening almost painfully as his deliberately smooth, almost lazy strokes created a sensation that skated the line between extreme pleasure and almost a form of torture. Hissing as her feet dug into his ass, desperately trying to draw him deeper with every movement, he bit back a chuckle when she grappled at him impatiently, trying to speed up his sinuous thrusts. "Anything I have is yours, as long as you want it."
"How does forever sound to you?" she gasped, arching into his body when he picked up the pace just slightly, but still keeping his strokes measured and languorous, his teeth sinking into the curve of her neck and grunting as her thighs tightened against his hips, rocking against him in time to the rhythm he set.
"Forever sounds perfect," he whispered against her mouth, clasping her against him tightly as she buried her hands into his hair, dragging his mouth back up to hers and devouring it feverishly, tugging on his hair as his control began to slip. God she drove him crazy with the slightest touch. Stiffening, a guttural groan ripped over his lips as the little vixen, impatient with his slow, teasing pace, rocked into his body demandingly, and tightened her muscles around him subtly, nearly making his knees buckle in pure, unadulterated ecstasy.
Fire rippled over his senses as his control finally snapped and growling against her lips, he began to rock into her body forcefully, each deep thrust sending vibrations through her body, pleasure coiling through her core, growing unbearably with each passing minute until it snapped, white-hot pleasure radiating through her body as he came undone with her, her name a hoarse cry against her temple.
You know, I'm the king of the castle,
And you're the dirty rascal, crash into me.
Please crash into me, baby...
Sagging against the wall, he pressed his brow to hers, breathing shallowly as electricity and euphoria continued to ripple through his body in waves, their feelings ricocheting back and forth through an open connection, adding to the bliss swimming warmly through their blood. Brushing his lips against hers, he closed his eyes and buried his face in her hair, rubbing his cheek against hers, shuddering as her hands ran over his back softly as he murmured. "I love you."
"I love you too," she whispered, her body limp and sated, glowing in the aftermath and fulfilled in a way she had never been before, her heart fluttering madly at the depth of emotion washing over her, radiating through and over them in waves. Breathless, she snuggled against him, completely overwhelmed and at a loss for words, unable to describe the sweet ache that filled her. God she was so lost in him, and yet found at the same time, and it was a feeling she never wanted to lose; she never wanted to lose him.
Lifting her head, a warm glow spread through her body as she met soft, yet intense bourbon irises, her breath catching as his head dipped and soft, full lips captured hers reverently, pouring all his love and devotion through their connection, making her eyes mist at the pure, heartfelt emotions he spilled down her throat. How had she lived without him, his passion, his intensity, his love?
Drawing back, Michael walked backward, sitting on the table as Liz arranged her legs around him and pressed his forehead to hers once she situated herself, feeling completely at peace and slightly awed by the love that wrapped around him as she draped her body around his. He had never felt so complete in his life. Home. He had finally found his home right here in her arms.
"I want to tell everyone about us," he said hesitantly, a slight trickle of worry rising in his heart as they had planned on waiting until Maria was back for break so they could announce it to everyone at once, but he didn't think he could wait another month. He wanted to scream it from the rooftops that she belonged to him and him alone, wanted to kiss and hold her on the street without fearing someone would stumble on them, wanted everyone to know how happy she made him. "You okay with that?"
"Yes, I'm tired of hiding how I feel about you too," she replied with a soft smile, her eyes sparkling as he heaved a relieved sigh and pressed a light kiss on his smiling mouth. Silly man, as if she'd actually deny him anything. Not that she'd ever tell him that, he already had her wrapped around his finger a little too well. Running her fingers through damp waves, she sighed happily, her heart dancing excitedly at the thought of being able to tell everyone that he belonged to her, about how he made her melt inside with every kiss, every smile and every touch. How lucky was she? "Forever, remember?"
"Yes, forever," he agreed readily, a smile quirking his lips as he crushed her against him; his heart lighter than it had been in years. Forever – he'd have to see about making that vow permanent before she came to her senses.
Oh, no no no...
Yes,
I see the wave come and crash into me.
I See the wave come and crash into me.
Crash into me.
~ Crash Into Me, Dave Mathews Band
