They were ablaze with passion. Their kiss had sent them both to places they had never known, places that gave them so many feelings. Sara had hailed a cab as soon as they had left the bar, dragging Michael almost on top of her and they stumbled in.
Sara had told the driver her address through laboured breath; her eyes had fluttered closed when Michael had planted his lips to her neck. They were slightly wet but warm, causing a burning in her stomach and her heart to beat faster. She roughly grabbed his soft shaven head, pulling it closer to her neck, wanting to feel his lips everywhere. The journey had been short and they were like children as they ran to the lobby elevator.
The doormen had shot them a glance of disgust as they waited for the elevator, Sara trying desperately to straighten her hair and smooth her dress. Michael smiled at her attempts, gripping her hand in his, arousal surging from his toes to his heart. The elevator had announced it's arrival with a ding and they had laughed at the arrogant doormen as they rushed through the doors. The second the doors closed Michael was on her once again. He needed to touch her, anywhere, he just needed.
Hot breath escaped her lips as Michael pressed her hard against the wall, dipping his head slightly to deepen the kiss. She smiled into his mouth, a sexy laugh following as his hands roamed her face and tangled themselves in her hair. His hands had roamed down her back and gripped at her behind, a sensation that caused Sara to grip into his shoulders. Michael loved what she did to him and what he did to her. His tongue danced in and out of her mouth as he grinned at her reaction.
And then the elevator had chimed once more, a soft yellow glow illuminating the floor number they were on. Michael pulled away from Sara, a frustrated growl escaping his throat as the doors opened. Sara giggled out loud as they tumbled from the elevator into the corridor. Michael chuckled and followed her close, catching her by the hips when she threatened to fall. Hurriedly she raked around her purse for her keys as they stopped outside a white door with brass numbers.
Michael pressed into her from behind, wrapping his strong arms around her tiny waist and kissing the back of her neck. Sara exhaled hard as she pushed the key into the lock, fiddling furiously with it, eyes clenched tightly shut. Michael proceeded to tease her further when he moved his lips to place kisses behind her ear, covering her hand with his and turning the key.
The door swung open with a force, bouncing off of a doorstop fixed to the floor behind it. Michael reached out a strong hand to stop it hitting them as he turned Sara to face him with the other. He walked them back into the apartment, slamming the door behind them, lips still locked in everlasting passion. Sara's purse fell from her hand and landed with a dull thud at their feet. Her keys followed suit, being thrown onto the counter top as they stumbled past.
Sara gripped Michael's face tightly, never letting him break the kiss for a single second. Michael took her by the hips and swung her into the pale cream wall of her apartment. A photograph nearby rattled off its hook and slid to the floor. Sara's fingers set to work on Michael's shirt buttons, each on falling through its designated hole on her command. She tugged playfully at the bottom, pulling it from his pants.
Michael let out a gasp as she touched his chest. Her hands were cool from the outside and she felt like ice on his skin. He broke off the kiss and he watched as she pushed her flattened palms over his nipples and up over his shoulders, sending the unneeded garment to the floor. The hair on the back of his neck stood on end and his stomach fell away from him.
Sara looked into his eyes. They were glazed over with need and tiny beads of sweat had formed above his brow. She leant forward and laid soft kisses across his neck with slightly swollen lips. Michael's eyes flickered shut and he clenched his jaw, a powerful hand diving into her red hair and gripping a handful of hair loosely. Michael had never felt like this before. From the moment he laid eyes on Sara he had dreamed of this moment, his obvious want waking him each and every night.
Sara pulled her head back to catch the look of pleasure upon his face. She caught her bottom lip in her teeth and playfully pushed on his chest leading him backwards with her advances. His eyes flew open when they hit a couch side table; an ornate table lamp rocking side to side before bouncing on the carpet with unnoticed bump. Michael laced his fingers in Sara's, pulling her closer to him and their bodies connected with an energy so intense Sara thought she might explode.
His powerful hands worked at the zip on the back of her dress, pulling it down agonisingly slowly. Sara's hands were equally as busy with Michael's chrome buckled belt. She yanked on it impatiently, releasing it from its belt loop prison and dropping it to the floor beside them in a victorious manner. Michael laughed at her, his eyes alight with lust and he panted frantically through his open mouthed smile. Sara gave him a seductive smile, gripped his broad shoulders and pulled them both back onto the couch.
Michael braced himself above Sara as they fell, crawling up her body, one knee placed precariously between her thighs while the other rested on the floor. He was the first to speak since they had got into the cab.
"This…" he left velvety kisses on her skin as he pulled her loosened dress downwards to expose her milky skin. "…has to go" he gripped at the edges of the black material and forcefully pushed it down over her body. His kisses were torturous, lingering and smooth on her skin. A burning between Sara's thighs sparked to life when he rolled his blistering tongue across her abdomen, her chest heaving for breath.
Michael threw the dress over the back of the couch and continued his assault down her body. Sara writhed under his touch, squirming as his licked and kissed his way over her body. She needed this so badly. She needed him. Her lacy black underwear did nothing to hide her provocation and her nipples stood to full attention as his hands brushed lightly over them.
Michael's erection strained within its boxer shaped cell when she released a shrill of erotic noises. Her face was flushed and her hair had begun to stick to her face in places. Her hands gripped at the couch cushion as Michael continued down her godly body, drinking in her every curve, line and crevice. He could smell her need, taste it on her skin. She tasted like salt and vanilla.
He slid back up her body to recapture her mouth in another heated kiss. Tongues danced around the fire of their souls and Michael groaned low in his throat as Sara reached out to rub her hands across his straining manhood. With one hand he reached between them and unbuttoned his pants, returning it swiftly to brush damp tendrils of hair from her gorgeous features.
Sara's hands skimmed around his waist, dragging light fingernails over the already alive skin. Her hands brushed through the line of hair he had creeping up from his boxers and slithered lower, hooking her fingers into the elasticised waistband. Michael ended their kiss and pushed his forehead into the couch when Sara took him in her hand.
"Sara…" he moaned into her shoulder, his sticky hot breath leaving a damp residue there. His finger's dug into the edge of the couch and he gulped hard, his voice turning husky in her ear. "I need you," he breathed, muscular arms shaking to hold his weight. Sara gently massaged him between them, twisting her hand with each stroke, sending his body closer to ecstasy and blurring his vision.
Michael felt a shudder creeping up on his body and he darted out to grip Sara's hand, giving it a slight squeeze before pulling them both from his boxers. "You have to stop," he gasped between breaths, lifting his head so he could see her eyes once more. Her face was flushed with passion and want and she used her long slender legs to push his pants the rest of the way over his legs. Michael kicked them off and they landed, covering the fallen lamp on the floor.
Sara pulled his head to hers, angrily kissing his lips with everything she had. Michael interlocked their fingers and raised her arms above her head where they dangled lazily over the couch arm. Trailing his warm, painful touch feather lightly down her body he stopped briefly to release her heaving breasts from her bra and marvelled at her rosy pink nipples prickling to attention under his hot breaths. He looped his fingers into the low riding waistline of her black lace French knickers. His mouth followed, leaving her aching breasts moist from his attention, and a smile across her face as his pulled the offended material down to reveal her already sopping heat.
His ragged breathing brought her skin to life, flowing like the ocean's waves across her sensitive skin. Michael planted a soft, lingering kiss to her deep red mound before following his route down her smooth legs. With her underwear well and truly out of sight across the apartment, he took her delicately small feet in his hands and proceeded to lay down his law up her inner thighs. Sara shuddered beneath his grip, clawing for his shoulders.
"I need it now, Michael," she begged through wet, quivering lips. Michael gazed into her eyes and saw her delight at his consideration of every part of her body. He made her hot and he made her want like she never had before. He was a slow and torturous lover and fire ignited all over her being. She needed him inside of her right now.
Stripping himself of his last barriers, Michael sent his boxers over the back of the couch to join her dress in a heap on the floor. Tearing at a silver foil package, Sara rolled a condom over his length, Michael gritting his teeth to hold his release in as she did so. He positioned himself at her entrance, pushing his tip between her folds, a move agonising for both of them.
Sara chewed on her bottom lip and squirmed beneath him. Her eyes opened and met his, his azure stare burning into her soul. Their eyes locked as he pushed into her, her tender hands gripping his biceps and her head falling backwards into the couch cushions as she arched into him. Michael was lost in her as she fell into him, her mouth open with desire, and her body reacting to his every thrust.
Michael slowly withdrew from her and entered again, deliberately slow and excruciating. Her core began to tighten around him and her slick juices began to flow even more than before as her orgasm approached. Together they moaned into each other's shoulders as they made love, Michael savouring every reaction she gave him and Sara floating ever closer to oblivion.
Like two trains colliding they came together, Michael releasing a guttural gasp of pleasure as Sara dug her fingernails into his arms, silencing her screams with a long, amorous kiss.