Michael threw his jacket over the back of Sara's couch and took a seat on it. Sara was clattering with something in the kitchenette beside him but he had been told to wait here and not look. His body surged with excitement and he rubbed his flat palms over his expensive suit pants, drying them crudely. Sara darted from the kitchen, a wicked grin on her face.
"Wait there," she pointed at him and like a puppy he obeyed. That was what Michael was, her puppy. He would do anything for her and expect little in return. She was his master and he was her cute, obedient puppy dog. He smiled anxiously, awaiting her return.
His grin widened when a thin scrap of silky material covered his eyes and was tied behind his head. "Do I even want to know why you have this?" he teased. Sara leant over the back of her couch, running her hands down his chest as she went and rested her mouth by his ear.
"It's best you don't talk," she breathed hotly into his ear before retracting her touch. Michael's skin came to life, shivering beneath her contact. His breath hitched in his throat and his hands became clammy again as they gripped the edge of her couch cushions.
The blindfold brought his senses to life. By shutting off one Sara had awakened the others to her every move. He heard her enter the kitchen, following the sound of her heels on the floor with his head. His heart beat rapidly in his chest, the blood pumping beneath his skin warming his already searing body. The sound of her heels vanished shortly after a clatter on the tiled floor and her smell drifted past him.
She smelled like vanilla again, angelic and pure. She paused in front of him to place something on the glass-topped coffee table with a chink, telling Michael it was glass, possibly a bowl. Sara was silent as she knelt between his legs, pulling the hem of his shirt from his smart pants before taking the cufflinks from his sleeves.
"Take off your shirt," she commanded him. "I'll be right back" Michael gulped a dry lump down his throat and fumbled with the buttons on his shirt. Impatiently he yanked his arms from the sleeves and tore it of his back, his skin chilling in the apartment air giving him goose bumps all over his body. Sara was gone for what seemed like an eternity and he laid his head back, trying to peek through the bottom of the blindfold. A playful smack to the back on his shaven head made him groan aloud with impatience.
"Naughty boy," Sara whispered into his ear, her face inches from is own. He could feel her body heat radiating onto him and knew she had changed into something a little more revealing. Her smell lingered on his sense and he opened his mouth marginally to kiss her, bringing his hand to her face. "Uh uh," she mischievously cooed as she caught his hand mid way, dropping it back onto the couch with a springing thud.
"Sara…" he hissed though gritted teeth as she scratched light circles over his chest and down to his belt.
"Was this an expensive suit?" she asked childishly whilst unbuckling his belt. Michael's leg twitched and he swallowed another obstruction in his mouth. She set him on fire. Her hands on his skin, the way she whispered into his ear with utter allure, her words as sublime as her gorgeous presence. Michael had very little self-control and she was severely testing his boundaries with her onslaught.
"Uh…" he stuttered breathing quickly, his brow wrinkling with irrelevant thought. Sara smiled a wicked smile, licking her lips with the tip of her tongue when she pulled his belt from the belt loops without remorse for the burning it left across his waist from friction. "It was, yeah," he replied in a hurry.
"Then I should be really careful with this," Sara told him, moving away from his chest to grab at something on the table. Michael frowned as he strained to hear her movements. The sound of liquid moving against metal filled his ears and a hollow pop followed. A mixture of welcomed fear and arousal flooded his being and Michael went rigid with apprehension.
A hissing shattered the quite room followed by a squirting noise that left an ice cold feeling on his chest. He gasped loudly as the whipped cream sprayed onto his chest and instantly began to melt with his extreme body heat. Sara let out a giggle as she watched his reaction, his body bending and twisting to escape the cold.
Sara held Michael's wrists pinning them to the couch and watched her work dissolve. As the cream melted it began dripping down his body, rolling over his chiselled abdomen to his waist. Before it reached his suit pants Sara's tongue darted out and caught it, retracing its route back up his chest were she lapped up the rest of the cream like a kitten, still pinning him to the couch.
His hand's balled into white fists and his jaw twitched as it clenched. He didn't know how long he could take her sordid foreplay before he lost all control. Guttural moans escaped from low in his chest and her lips vibrated at his sounds. Finishing the cream, she released his wrists and pulled away from his body. Michael inhaled hard, guiding a hand to his forehead to wipe away small droplet of perspiration that had begun to form there.
"Hmmmm…" He laughed with a hum, rolling his head from side to side on the couch cushions as he slid further down them. "You are amazing," he panted with a grin. Sara smiled to herself as she took an ice cube from the bowl she had set down on the table earlier.
"It's a gift," she joked as she popped the block of ice into her mouth. Pressing her cool lips to his skin sent Michael into a frenzy and a rush of air entered his lungs as the ice cube fell from her open mouth onto his chest. His toes curled and he slammed his head into the back of the couch.
"Oh god Sara," he hissed. Sara smiled into him as she dipped her frozen tongue into his belly button before guiding the ice up his body, kissing it at various intervals.
She clawed her way up his body, resting her hands on either side of his hips and hovered above him. Michael stiffened with eager longing for her body to be pressed against his. Tiny ribbons fell from her lingerie and tickled his chest, dabbing up the moisture she had left. She sucked the ice cube into her mouth and with dainty precision she brushed her lips against Michael's.
Sparks flew between their lips as his hot ones met her cold ones causing a tornado of emotion to wash over them. As he opened his mouth she pushed what was left of the ice cube into it followed by her arctic tongue. Hot met cold as their tongues danced around the ice cube. Michael smirked against her mouth, enjoying her game and the way she massaged the inside of his mouth, running her tongue across every surface.
Pulling away a blast of cool air appeared between them as she retreated back to the table. Michael immediately missed her warmth but knew she would return. He crunched on the remnants of the ice cube, ready for her next round in their little playtime.
Sara returned to her previous position above his body and froze, poised above his lips. His mouth dropped open slightly and he ran a tongue across his teeth, knowing she was there. The chocolate covered strawberry between her teeth half entered his mouth and he bit down with earnest. They both chewed on the fruit joyfully before Sara crushed her lips to his, tiring of her game.
She smiled against his mouth as he chuckled a masculine growl, and a lazy hand came up to his head, peeling the blindfold over his eyes. It was game over and he blinked in the dim lighting. Sara fell further into his embrace and he wrapped his strong arms around her back, running them over the thin, fragile material of her lingerie.
Michael lifted her off the couch, a shriek of excitement emerging from her mouth as he kicked his shoes off and carried her delicate frame down her hall to her bedroom. She clung to his neck, devouring his mouth with every kiss. He laid her down on the satin bed sheets and broke the kiss, stepping back to absorb her beauty.
Sara pulled her knees up on the bed clothes, raising one arm behind her head to rest it on the pillow and running a finger below her bottom lip, her tongue darting out to lick at it seductively. Michael burned with desire as he popped the button on his pants and unzipped his fly, allowing them to drop to the floor. Sara writhed playfully in his sight, her tiny hands grabbing at the satin pillowcases.
She pulled at a thin pink ribbon cord at the front of her lingerie and the black lattice material slide off her body exposing her naked serenity before him. Michael pushed his boxers to the floor, his engorged erection springing free as he stood back up. Sara moved to slide under her heavy downy bedspread and wiggled a finger at him, inviting him to join her. Michael didn't need a second invite and dived under the covers next to her.
His hands snaked over her flat stomach as he kissed her neck, tasting the elegance of her skin. He rolled her onto her side so they were facing each other, their souls almost touching through the fires of their passion. Michael's tongue invaded her mouth and hers greeted his with equal yearning. She tasted like melted chocolate and sugar and Michael cupped her face with one hand to pull her closer, groaning into her mouth.
Sara wiggled under his touch, arching her body against him, feeling his arousal brush her thigh. Michael pulled away from her, a pout forming on her face to which he smiled. "Hold that thought," he chimed, leaning off the edge of the bed and pulling his wallet from his pants pocket. He unzipped a secret compartment and pulled a foiled packet free and waved it at Sara.
She stretched out with a frustrated moan and grabbed his head roughly, pulling it to hers once more. Michael tore the packet open and sheathed himself before running a lusty hand down her torso and gripping her thigh.
"Scofield," he breathed against her threadlike lips as he dug his fingertips into her leg muscle, pulling it over his hip. She frowned, her eyes twitching but not opening as their tongues continued to dance. Her hand slid down to his neck and she tickled at his hair.
"What?" she whispered hoarsely, the word nothing but a sounded syllable on a breath of air.
"My surname," he positioned himself at her dewy corridor, a move in their game that caused her body to melt away from him and become disorientated. "It's Scofield," he pushed his hips forward, entering her in a long, gradual thrust.
Sara broke their haphazard kiss and raked at his neck, exhaling hard with a soft indulgent whine. Michael pushed his face into her welcoming bosom and pushed in and out of her with a painfully slow infatuation. His body shuddered each time he filled her, his release building up inside of him like a volcano. Sara rested her hand on his cheek and stared straight into his steely eyes, the moonlight creeping through her drapes and illuminating their act on the bed.
With each gentle thrust Sara moaned as his pubic bone hit her bundle of nerves between her legs. Her toes went rigid and she buried her face in the hollow of his neck as she felt her climax near. Michael felt her tense under his hand and pushed into her one more time, stopping to feel her orgasmic cavern envelope his manhood. Sara's face spoke volumes. Her eyes were fixed tightly closed and soft whimpers escaped on her gasps as he resumed his driving into her.
Michael recaptured her mouth for a last wanton kiss before his ecstasy followed and he spilled his seed into the rubber that separated their mortal ghosts. They panted hard against each other and Sara hummed contently next to him, her eyes flickering open to meet his.
"Thank you Michael Scofield," she pressed a kiss to his lips one last time before curling up in his arms.