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Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
1
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4,272
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1
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Dreaming
Dreaming
He was entirely too taken with this girl. Totally against his own will and efforts to the contrary, in fact. He sighed in resignation.
Dropping bonelessly to his bed, he gave himself up to persistent thoughts of Maria.
"Damn it," he said to no one. He wasn't supposed to care about her like this. He'd done the right thing, and pushed her back beyond arm's length. Just like he, Max, and Isabel had agreed long ago, to do. To make sure that no one was put in danger, be it him or her or anyone else. Unfortunately, just telling someone goodbye didn't get them out of your mind or your heart.
He shied away from thoughts of the hurt he saw on Maria's face at the rave. He wasn't able to face that quite yet. "Coward," he spoke again to the empty room. A MAN would've handled that differently. A MAN wouldn't have caused her to run off crying. His self-disgust was in full reign. He so wished that he could apologize to her and make things up to her, but that would just entrench her further into his heart.
So he lay on his bed, feeling sorry for himself and wondering what Maria was doing.
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Maria was doing much the same thing. She was a little closer to sleep than Michael was, but the same events were running through her head.
She was definitely through with the crying. There just weren't any tears left in her body, she was sure. The pain was still very much present, though. That wouldn't be gotten rid of so easily. But she would try.
In fact, she thought drowsily, how great would it be to have a little cathartic dreaming tonight
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Michael had fallen asleep while thinking about Maria, and so he wasn't really surprised to find himself dreaming a her her. Hell, he dreamed about her all the time anyway, so why not tonight?
He had to admit though, that this was a very different setting than his normal Maria-dreams.
He found her sitting on a white wicker settee, dressed very demurely in a flowery cotton dress and sandals. Her hair was done the way he liked it (of course), pulled away from her face with a silver headband and flipped up in the back. He wondered why his subconscious had made sure of the detailss pas particular evening. He shrugged to himself.
As he approached her she turned to face him, and gave him a sweet smile. One that he'll no longer see in the waking world. She patted the cushion next to her and he sat down, thinking that he'd made this dream-Maria very lifelike.
He encircled her shoulders with his arm and pulled her close, leaning to lightly touch her lips with his. His tongue licked out and traced her lips tasting her peach lip-gloss.
She hummed with delight and opened her lips for him, sucking on his warm tongue and playing around it with hers.
He groaned in response and ran his other hand up into her hair, reveling in the softness. He cupped her head, pulling her into an even deeper kiss. He wanted to devour her. It was as simple as that. This dream was everything he could possibly imagine and more. He supposed it was due to the high emotions he's brought home from the rave, but the dream was amazing. His dream-Maria had never been so completely true-to-life. And he intended to take advantage of it.
Maria was enjoying her own dream. It had begun the way it always did, with her wearing what her mother would term a "Sunday-go-to-meeting" dream, her favorite sandals, and her hair arranged just as it had been on the night of her and Michael's first kiss. She was sitting on her grandmother's settee from her front porch. Maria had always thought it would be a romantic place to sit with a boy.
And so the dream progressed, with Michael approaching slowly to sit down next to her.
She prepared herself to "let him have it" and tell him off, royally, but he kissed her. Her dream-Michael had never initiated contact before, and she was so surprised she just responded. Wholeheartedly. Enthusiastically. Her thoughts of tearing him down a few pegs were gone. All she could see, hear, taste, and smell was Michael.
Their kiss deepened as he slipped his tongue into her mouth, ran his hand up into her hair. It made her shiver with feeling.
He'd always had this effect on her, although no one but shew itw it. Not even Liz. It was too embarrassing. There was always the chance that Michael might find out, too, although that certainly didn't bother her like it used to.
He was holding her gently, a hand on each bared shoulder, his thumbs caressing the soft skin of her shoulder blades. His mouth moved with tender meaning, leaving her breathless and near tears.
She opened her eyes as he pulled away. His gaze was intense, and spoke of things he could not voice.
"I didn't want to make you cry, Maria," his voice was almost choked. Even as he wondered why he bothered telling this facsimile-girl his feelings, he continued. "I just wanted to stop us from getting too attached to each other. When we find out where we came from, we might have to leave. I can't ask you to go with us, and if the authorities knew we were involved they might hurt you." He pulled her in for a quick kiss. "Much as I'd like to show everyone you're mine, I can't take the chance."
Maria was getting a strange feeling about all of this, but decided to play along. Besides, she wanted a chance to get some of this out of her system.
ll ell enjoying his hands on her, she ran her own hands up to rest on his chest. "Did you think that I wouldn't understand your reasoning?" His eyes widened as she continued, "Couldn't you just talk to me about this before making a magnanimous decision?" A tiny bit of ire crept into her voice. "Or did you just consider me a dumb blonde who would gratefully accept you taking control of the sitch?!"
Michael was astounded to realize that somehow this was the REAL Marias brs breath caught in his throat as he watched her. Face flushed, eyes sharp, ready to leap over into full anger. She was beautiful. And obviously still unaware that he was real. That got his mind to turning. But first he'd respond to her questions.
"Understanding has nothing to do with it, blondie. It's my problem, not yours." She acted like she might pull away, so he wrapped his arms around her and pulled her on to his lap. He nuzzled her neck, and pulled on her earlobe with his teeth.
Maria's eyes drifted shut for a moment while she enjoyed his velvety lips on her skin. Ah, if only this were really Michael holding her, kissing her, actually talking to her
"So the way I feel about you has no bearing?" She grabbed him by an ear and tugged him up to face her.
Michael's eyes grew dark with emotion. "I'd say the way I feel about you has made the decision for me."
She was taken aback. Did this mean what she thought? Well, this is a dream, so I'm asking. "And how do you feel about me?"
He stared at her for a moment, wondering if he should chance it. Might she figure out he was real? No. But it didn't matter, because somewhere deep down, he wanted her to know.
"Maria. Blondie," he rumbled almost under his breath. She shivered at the tone. "I think that if I loved you any harder I'd break something."
Maria gave a little gasp and pulled him in for a kiss. After a moment she spoke against his lips. "I love you too, Spaceboy." She was so tenderly sincere, his heart tried to lurch out of his chest. There was a huge lump in his throat that he couldn't seem to swallow past. She loved him!
With trembling hands, he pulled her to him again, folding his arms around her tightly. He felt like his chest might explode, it was so tight. Maria loved him.
"Mi-chael. Air." He loosened his hold on her, but refused to let go. "Better." She sounded amused.
He buried his face in her hair, loving the vanilla smell that was trademark Maria. Jone one more thing adding to the unheard-of secure feeling he suddenly felt. It was probably the first time in his entire life that he didn't feel alone.
But she still didn't know this was real. He had to tell her that he was really DID love her, not just in her dreams.
"I'm real Maria." He leaned back a little and tilted her face up to look at him. He lost himself in her beautiful eyes. "It's really me." He waited for her indignation in silence.
She smiled at him again, a knowing smile. "I knew that a while ago, Spaceboy." Snuggling up close again, she continued. "My dreams are never this good, and I NEVER imagined that you might love me." Happiness radiated from her like sunshine.
Michael's head was spinning. She knew? With a loving smirk, he took her awareness in stride. Maria had never been an idiot, or she wouldn't have seen past his well-built defenses. He should have known she would figure it out quickly.
He sought out her lips once again, reveling in her sweetness. She was the most amazing thing he'd ever known, and with a sudden clarity he realized that he didn't want to live without her in his life. Stunned at his own thoughts, he sat back against the wicker and just stared at her.
Maria was unable to comprehend the problem. In fact, she was still on cloud nine from Michael's confession of love. She'd so longed to hear it, had dreamed about it so many nights It was the best thing that had ever happened to her.
In addition, he had kissed her senseless. Michael's lips were intoxicating, she felt drunk. She was ready for something more from him, and if she could only get it in the dream state, then she'd have to be happy with that.
She stared back at him unafraid, but wondering what was bothering him. "Michael? Is something wrong?"
He looked confused for a moment. "Wrong? I'm not sure." He gripped her tightly, back and leg, as if he were afraid she'd run. "I just don't know what I'll tell Max."
Maria's eyebrows went up as she tried to decode Michael's words. "About what, Michael?" She rubbed his shoulder, ran her fingers through his wild hair.
It was difficult to think with her touching him like that, but he knew this was an important issue. So he gently took her hand from his hair and held it in his.
"About how I've changed my mind about wanting to be with you." His eyes moved over her face, marveling at her soft skin, bright eyes, and luscious lips. Maria loved him.
"You you want to see me? In public? What about the stone wall thing?" She was ecstatic. Never had she imagined that he would break his own rules for her. She guessed God must've actually heard those desperate prayers she'd cried out in the night.
Michael's lips curved up in a smirky smile. "For some reason I just don't care about the wall anymore. I do, however, care about your safety." A slightly troubled look crossed his brow.
Maria could see an obstacle to her happiness before her, and leaped to avoid it. "I'm already in danger Michael. Being with you publicly isn't going to make it any worse. In fact, it might make it a little better." Her mind was working furiously.
He rubbed his thumb over the palm of her hand, watching as she shivered in reaction. She was beautiful when she had a purpose.
"How's that?"
Maria's voice sounded satisfied. "If you're with me all the time, then you can protect me. Right?" She was growing warmer with his small touches. Needing more skin-to-skin contact, she ran her other hand up his shirtsleeve.
"Hmm. You have a point. I'll have to bring that up with Max." He smirked again. "Maybe he'll ease up on himself, and go see Liz." He rolled his eyes. "That guy takes way too many cold showers."
She chuckled sexily as she recalled her own attempts to calm her raging hormones. She leaned closer to him. "And how many cold showers have YOU taken?" Her voice was husky.
Michael wondered if she could feel the effect that she was having on him. His heart was suddenly beating extremely fast, and he had tunnel vision centered on her mouth. Not easily embarrassed, he told her the truth. "Let's just say my hand has been my best friend lately."
Maria blushed prettily, suddenly finding his hands very interesting. She pulled them open, examining the broad palms, long fingers. "Right or left-handed?" She looked up at him, a strange expression on her face.
Michael had butterflies in his stomach; so much he couldn't speak. He raised his right hand shakily.
She held the hand to her lips, pressing a kiss to it. Her gaze pierced him to his soul, while stirring a fire that he was struggling to keep banked. How could a dream be so real?
Maria was aflame. The knowledge that the hand she held had been wrapped around his manhood, caused by his wanting HER well, she was ready to make sure he never had to do without her again!
Moving his hands aside, she slipped a hand around the back of his neck, pulling him into a heated kiss. He made a small noise against her lips, his hanindiinding her waist and encircling it. She felt his desire rise against her backside, pressing against her own need. She slid her tongue between his lips to gently stroke his own.
He groaned and pulled her closer, needing to feel her against him. She squirmed a little too much, forcing him to hold her still.
She pulled back with another chuckle. "Problem?" Her eyes were dancing at his body's reaction to her.
"Mm, but nothing you can't fix." The look he gave her was so intensely sensual, she became lightheaded.
Their lips met again, this time with a fierce ardor. Their mouths slanted against each other, their hands beginning to roam over clothes.
Maria slipped her hands under Michael's tshirt, loving the feel of his muscular back. Moving around to the front, she daringly rubbed up his chest, skimming over his nipples to see if he liked it. She had to stop when his hand engulfed one of her cloth-covered breasts.
Michael could feel her nipple through the cloth. He rubbed his thumb across the hard peak, drawing a gasp from Maria. Her hands caressed his chest more urgently, before just grabbing the hem of his shirt and pulling it off.
Their mouths fused again, tongues stroking each other.
Maria was having a great time with her hands on Michael. How many times had she thought about this, and missed their forays into the eraser room? Too many to count.
She was very aware of HIS hands, too. When he touched her breast she nearly passed out. She couldn't understand how his touching her could have such intense results. Maybe because this is a dream? Whatever it was, she'd never been so wet, or so hot.
Michael broke the kiss and dragged his warm lips across her face and down her throat. He left a moist trail that ended under her ear. He still caressed her breast, and brought his othend und up to do the same. He thrilled to hear Maria's coos. Maybe it was time to go farther?
His left hand left her chest to travel down to the hem of her dress. He felt her breathing quicken, and smiled against her hair. His fingers slid under the edge of the material, splaying on her warm thigh. They crept slowly towards the apex of her thighs, leaving her breathless and aching. When he finally touched her through her panties, she mewled like a kitten. She squirmed again in anticipation.
He was amazed to find her soaked. She really wanted him bad! As he did her. He was going to have to do something about his hard-on soon. It was pretty painful.
He slid a finger under the silky material, making Maria moan softly. He absently wondered if he could tape that sound. He could probably jerk off to just her husky voice. His finger moved slickly over her folds, caressing gently until he found her clit.
"Oh-my-god, oh-my-god" Maria panted into his ear. Michael sat back a little and raised his other hand up to slide the strap of her dress off her shoulder. Never losing contact with her skin, he pulled the dress slowly down to her waist.
As he worked her clit, he took one of her nipples between his fingers and rolled it. Maria moaned again. He raised his head to look at her, and was caught. She was close to orgasm. She braced herself on his shoulder, leaned her face against his hair. Her eyes were closed, her lips parted and swollen. He worked his thumb a little quicker and leaned to take a rosy nipple between his lips. She moaned louder, squirmed more urgently, until she suddenly cried out. Throwing her arms around his neck, she slowly came down from her high.
Michael was speechless for a few moments. Maria had come for him. Right in his hand! He turned his head to see her watching him, her head resting on his shoulder.
She She smiled lazily up at him, still feeling the aftereffects of her orgasm. Not her first, but definitely the best. And her Michael had done it for her. Now, what had she done for him?
Maria realized that the possessive look Michael was giving her was partially due to the raging desire, which had yet to even be blunted. He had unselfishly taken care of her only!
She sat up, squirmed a little purposefully, and leaned in to give him a torturously heated kiss. Everything she felt for him friendship, respect, massive lust, and not least of all love, was in that kiss. He was lost in it. And then he felt the buttons on his jeans popping open.
Michael's eyes flew open to see Maria sliding her hand down his pants. Moaning involuntarily, he shifted in his chair enough so that she could free his straining erection. And then he could do nothing but feel, as she wrapped her warm hand around it.
Maria was stunned at the size of it. Geez, were all aliens so well endowed?! Her mom had raised her aware of nudity, but she'd never seen anything like this. For a moment she just held it. Then she got up off his lap.
His eyes opened again when her weight left his lap. She still held him though, and it felt GOOD. He watched as she sank to her knees in front of him and began working his jeans off. She looked delectable with her dress down around her waist, and all that leg showing. He lifted his hips for her to slide his pants off, wondering what she intended to do. He didn't have long to wait.
Maria gave him an intense look, and then leaned over to take his cock in her mouth. He let out a deep groan and gripped the wicker seat, clinging to the shred of his control. He knew she was new at this, and didn't want to wind up fucking her mouth until she gagged. But god, it felt good.
She had a feeling this wouldn't last very long. His hips were weakly pumping in time with her strokes, his hands white knuckled, and the sounds he made, deeper. And Maria felt powerful. She pulled away keeping just the head in her mouth, and sucked it. It seemed to grow larger suddenly, and then he was bellowing, while spurts of warm come filled her mouth. She swallowed it all, and then studied his face.
He looked so content and happy. She was thrilled to be the reason.
She stood up again, and sat down astride his thighs. She rubbed her mound against him, wanting to go further, but Michael stopped her.
"I want to do that Maria, but not in a dream." He stroked her face, her hair. "I want it to be you and me in a bed."
She curled her arms around his neck again, kissing him softly. "OK, but let's not wait. Can you come over now?"
He chuckled. This was going to be a long night.
THE END
He was entirely too taken with this girl. Totally against his own will and efforts to the contrary, in fact. He sighed in resignation.
Dropping bonelessly to his bed, he gave himself up to persistent thoughts of Maria.
"Damn it," he said to no one. He wasn't supposed to care about her like this. He'd done the right thing, and pushed her back beyond arm's length. Just like he, Max, and Isabel had agreed long ago, to do. To make sure that no one was put in danger, be it him or her or anyone else. Unfortunately, just telling someone goodbye didn't get them out of your mind or your heart.
He shied away from thoughts of the hurt he saw on Maria's face at the rave. He wasn't able to face that quite yet. "Coward," he spoke again to the empty room. A MAN would've handled that differently. A MAN wouldn't have caused her to run off crying. His self-disgust was in full reign. He so wished that he could apologize to her and make things up to her, but that would just entrench her further into his heart.
So he lay on his bed, feeling sorry for himself and wondering what Maria was doing.
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Maria was doing much the same thing. She was a little closer to sleep than Michael was, but the same events were running through her head.
She was definitely through with the crying. There just weren't any tears left in her body, she was sure. The pain was still very much present, though. That wouldn't be gotten rid of so easily. But she would try.
In fact, she thought drowsily, how great would it be to have a little cathartic dreaming tonight
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Michael had fallen asleep while thinking about Maria, and so he wasn't really surprised to find himself dreaming a her her. Hell, he dreamed about her all the time anyway, so why not tonight?
He had to admit though, that this was a very different setting than his normal Maria-dreams.
He found her sitting on a white wicker settee, dressed very demurely in a flowery cotton dress and sandals. Her hair was done the way he liked it (of course), pulled away from her face with a silver headband and flipped up in the back. He wondered why his subconscious had made sure of the detailss pas particular evening. He shrugged to himself.
As he approached her she turned to face him, and gave him a sweet smile. One that he'll no longer see in the waking world. She patted the cushion next to her and he sat down, thinking that he'd made this dream-Maria very lifelike.
He encircled her shoulders with his arm and pulled her close, leaning to lightly touch her lips with his. His tongue licked out and traced her lips tasting her peach lip-gloss.
She hummed with delight and opened her lips for him, sucking on his warm tongue and playing around it with hers.
He groaned in response and ran his other hand up into her hair, reveling in the softness. He cupped her head, pulling her into an even deeper kiss. He wanted to devour her. It was as simple as that. This dream was everything he could possibly imagine and more. He supposed it was due to the high emotions he's brought home from the rave, but the dream was amazing. His dream-Maria had never been so completely true-to-life. And he intended to take advantage of it.
Maria was enjoying her own dream. It had begun the way it always did, with her wearing what her mother would term a "Sunday-go-to-meeting" dream, her favorite sandals, and her hair arranged just as it had been on the night of her and Michael's first kiss. She was sitting on her grandmother's settee from her front porch. Maria had always thought it would be a romantic place to sit with a boy.
And so the dream progressed, with Michael approaching slowly to sit down next to her.
She prepared herself to "let him have it" and tell him off, royally, but he kissed her. Her dream-Michael had never initiated contact before, and she was so surprised she just responded. Wholeheartedly. Enthusiastically. Her thoughts of tearing him down a few pegs were gone. All she could see, hear, taste, and smell was Michael.
Their kiss deepened as he slipped his tongue into her mouth, ran his hand up into her hair. It made her shiver with feeling.
He'd always had this effect on her, although no one but shew itw it. Not even Liz. It was too embarrassing. There was always the chance that Michael might find out, too, although that certainly didn't bother her like it used to.
She opened her eyes as he pulled away. His gaze was intense, and spoke of things he could not voice.
"I didn't want to make you cry, Maria," his voice was almost choked. Even as he wondered why he bothered telling this facsimile-girl his feelings, he continued. "I just wanted to stop us from getting too attached to each other. When we find out where we came from, we might have to leave. I can't ask you to go with us, and if the authorities knew we were involved they might hurt you." He pulled her in for a quick kiss. "Much as I'd like to show everyone you're mine, I can't take the chance."
Maria was getting a strange feeling about all of this, but decided to play along. Besides, she wanted a chance to get some of this out of her system.
ll ell enjoying his hands on her, she ran her own hands up to rest on his chest. "Did you think that I wouldn't understand your reasoning?" His eyes widened as she continued, "Couldn't you just talk to me about this before making a magnanimous decision?" A tiny bit of ire crept into her voice. "Or did you just consider me a dumb blonde who would gratefully accept you taking control of the sitch?!"
Michael was astounded to realize that somehow this was the REAL Marias brs breath caught in his throat as he watched her. Face flushed, eyes sharp, ready to leap over into full anger. She was beautiful. And obviously still unaware that he was real. That got his mind to turning. But first he'd respond to her questions.
"Understanding has nothing to do with it, blondie. It's my problem, not yours." She acted like she might pull away, so he wrapped his arms around her and pulled her on to his lap. He nuzzled her neck, and pulled on her earlobe with his teeth.
Maria's eyes drifted shut for a moment while she enjoyed his velvety lips on her skin. Ah, if only this were really Michael holding her, kissing her, actually talking to her
"So the way I feel about you has no bearing?" She grabbed him by an ear and tugged him up to face her.
Michael's eyes grew dark with emotion. "I'd say the way I feel about you has made the decision for me."
She was taken aback. Did this mean what she thought? Well, this is a dream, so I'm asking. "And how do you feel about me?"
He stared at her for a moment, wondering if he should chance it. Might she figure out he was real? No. But it didn't matter, because somewhere deep down, he wanted her to know.
"Maria. Blondie," he rumbled almost under his breath. She shivered at the tone. "I think that if I loved you any harder I'd break something."
Maria gave a little gasp and pulled him in for a kiss. After a moment she spoke against his lips. "I love you too, Spaceboy." She was so tenderly sincere, his heart tried to lurch out of his chest. There was a huge lump in his throat that he couldn't seem to swallow past. She loved him!
With trembling hands, he pulled her to him again, folding his arms around her tightly. He felt like his chest might explode, it was so tight. Maria loved him.
"Mi-chael. Air." He loosened his hold on her, but refused to let go. "Better." She sounded amused.
He buried his face in her hair, loving the vanilla smell that was trademark Maria. Jone one more thing adding to the unheard-of secure feeling he suddenly felt. It was probably the first time in his entire life that he didn't feel alone.
But she still didn't know this was real. He had to tell her that he was really DID love her, not just in her dreams.
"I'm real Maria." He leaned back a little and tilted her face up to look at him. He lost himself in her beautiful eyes. "It's really me." He waited for her indignation in silence.
She smiled at him again, a knowing smile. "I knew that a while ago, Spaceboy." Snuggling up close again, she continued. "My dreams are never this good, and I NEVER imagined that you might love me." Happiness radiated from her like sunshine.
Michael's head was spinning. She knew? With a loving smirk, he took her awareness in stride. Maria had never been an idiot, or she wouldn't have seen past his well-built defenses. He should have known she would figure it out quickly.
He sought out her lips once again, reveling in her sweetness. She was the most amazing thing he'd ever known, and with a sudden clarity he realized that he didn't want to live without her in his life. Stunned at his own thoughts, he sat back against the wicker and just stared at her.
Maria was unable to comprehend the problem. In fact, she was still on cloud nine from Michael's confession of love. She'd so longed to hear it, had dreamed about it so many nights It was the best thing that had ever happened to her.
In addition, he had kissed her senseless. Michael's lips were intoxicating, she felt drunk. She was ready for something more from him, and if she could only get it in the dream state, then she'd have to be happy with that.
She stared back at him unafraid, but wondering what was bothering him. "Michael? Is something wrong?"
He looked confused for a moment. "Wrong? I'm not sure." He gripped her tightly, back and leg, as if he were afraid she'd run. "I just don't know what I'll tell Max."
Maria's eyebrows went up as she tried to decode Michael's words. "About what, Michael?" She rubbed his shoulder, ran her fingers through his wild hair.
It was difficult to think with her touching him like that, but he knew this was an important issue. So he gently took her hand from his hair and held it in his.
"About how I've changed my mind about wanting to be with you." His eyes moved over her face, marveling at her soft skin, bright eyes, and luscious lips. Maria loved him.
"You you want to see me? In public? What about the stone wall thing?" She was ecstatic. Never had she imagined that he would break his own rules for her. She guessed God must've actually heard those desperate prayers she'd cried out in the night.
Michael's lips curved up in a smirky smile. "For some reason I just don't care about the wall anymore. I do, however, care about your safety." A slightly troubled look crossed his brow.
Maria could see an obstacle to her happiness before her, and leaped to avoid it. "I'm already in danger Michael. Being with you publicly isn't going to make it any worse. In fact, it might make it a little better." Her mind was working furiously.
He rubbed his thumb over the palm of her hand, watching as she shivered in reaction. She was beautiful when she had a purpose.
"How's that?"
Maria's voice sounded satisfied. "If you're with me all the time, then you can protect me. Right?" She was growing warmer with his small touches. Needing more skin-to-skin contact, she ran her other hand up his shirtsleeve.
"Hmm. You have a point. I'll have to bring that up with Max." He smirked again. "Maybe he'll ease up on himself, and go see Liz." He rolled his eyes. "That guy takes way too many cold showers."
She chuckled sexily as she recalled her own attempts to calm her raging hormones. She leaned closer to him. "And how many cold showers have YOU taken?" Her voice was husky.
Michael wondered if she could feel the effect that she was having on him. His heart was suddenly beating extremely fast, and he had tunnel vision centered on her mouth. Not easily embarrassed, he told her the truth. "Let's just say my hand has been my best friend lately."
Maria blushed prettily, suddenly finding his hands very interesting. She pulled them open, examining the broad palms, long fingers. "Right or left-handed?" She looked up at him, a strange expression on her face.
Michael had butterflies in his stomach; so much he couldn't speak. He raised his right hand shakily.
She held the hand to her lips, pressing a kiss to it. Her gaze pierced him to his soul, while stirring a fire that he was struggling to keep banked. How could a dream be so real?
Maria was aflame. The knowledge that the hand she held had been wrapped around his manhood, caused by his wanting HER well, she was ready to make sure he never had to do without her again!
Moving his hands aside, she slipped a hand around the back of his neck, pulling him into a heated kiss. He made a small noise against her lips, his hanindiinding her waist and encircling it. She felt his desire rise against her backside, pressing against her own need. She slid her tongue between his lips to gently stroke his own.
He groaned and pulled her closer, needing to feel her against him. She squirmed a little too much, forcing him to hold her still.
She pulled back with another chuckle. "Problem?" Her eyes were dancing at his body's reaction to her.
"Mm, but nothing you can't fix." The look he gave her was so intensely sensual, she became lightheaded.
Their lips met again, this time with a fierce ardor. Their mouths slanted against each other, their hands beginning to roam over clothes.
Maria slipped her hands under Michael's tshirt, loving the feel of his muscular back. Moving around to the front, she daringly rubbed up his chest, skimming over his nipples to see if he liked it. She had to stop when his hand engulfed one of her cloth-covered breasts.
Michael could feel her nipple through the cloth. He rubbed his thumb across the hard peak, drawing a gasp from Maria. Her hands caressed his chest more urgently, before just grabbing the hem of his shirt and pulling it off.
Their mouths fused again, tongues stroking each other.
Maria was having a great time with her hands on Michael. How many times had she thought about this, and missed their forays into the eraser room? Too many to count.
She was very aware of HIS hands, too. When he touched her breast she nearly passed out. She couldn't understand how his touching her could have such intense results. Maybe because this is a dream? Whatever it was, she'd never been so wet, or so hot.
Michael broke the kiss and dragged his warm lips across her face and down her throat. He left a moist trail that ended under her ear. He still caressed her breast, and brought his othend und up to do the same. He thrilled to hear Maria's coos. Maybe it was time to go farther?
His left hand left her chest to travel down to the hem of her dress. He felt her breathing quicken, and smiled against her hair. His fingers slid under the edge of the material, splaying on her warm thigh. They crept slowly towards the apex of her thighs, leaving her breathless and aching. When he finally touched her through her panties, she mewled like a kitten. She squirmed again in anticipation.
He was amazed to find her soaked. She really wanted him bad! As he did her. He was going to have to do something about his hard-on soon. It was pretty painful.
He slid a finger under the silky material, making Maria moan softly. He absently wondered if he could tape that sound. He could probably jerk off to just her husky voice. His finger moved slickly over her folds, caressing gently until he found her clit.
"Oh-my-god, oh-my-god" Maria panted into his ear. Michael sat back a little and raised his other hand up to slide the strap of her dress off her shoulder. Never losing contact with her skin, he pulled the dress slowly down to her waist.
As he worked her clit, he took one of her nipples between his fingers and rolled it. Maria moaned again. He raised his head to look at her, and was caught. She was close to orgasm. She braced herself on his shoulder, leaned her face against his hair. Her eyes were closed, her lips parted and swollen. He worked his thumb a little quicker and leaned to take a rosy nipple between his lips. She moaned louder, squirmed more urgently, until she suddenly cried out. Throwing her arms around his neck, she slowly came down from her high.
Michael was speechless for a few moments. Maria had come for him. Right in his hand! He turned his head to see her watching him, her head resting on his shoulder.
She She smiled lazily up at him, still feeling the aftereffects of her orgasm. Not her first, but definitely the best. And her Michael had done it for her. Now, what had she done for him?
Maria realized that the possessive look Michael was giving her was partially due to the raging desire, which had yet to even be blunted. He had unselfishly taken care of her only!
She sat up, squirmed a little purposefully, and leaned in to give him a torturously heated kiss. Everything she felt for him friendship, respect, massive lust, and not least of all love, was in that kiss. He was lost in it. And then he felt the buttons on his jeans popping open.
Michael's eyes flew open to see Maria sliding her hand down his pants. Moaning involuntarily, he shifted in his chair enough so that she could free his straining erection. And then he could do nothing but feel, as she wrapped her warm hand around it.
Maria was stunned at the size of it. Geez, were all aliens so well endowed?! Her mom had raised her aware of nudity, but she'd never seen anything like this. For a moment she just held it. Then she got up off his lap.
His eyes opened again when her weight left his lap. She still held him though, and it felt GOOD. He watched as she sank to her knees in front of him and began working his jeans off. She looked delectable with her dress down around her waist, and all that leg showing. He lifted his hips for her to slide his pants off, wondering what she intended to do. He didn't have long to wait.
Maria gave him an intense look, and then leaned over to take his cock in her mouth. He let out a deep groan and gripped the wicker seat, clinging to the shred of his control. He knew she was new at this, and didn't want to wind up fucking her mouth until she gagged. But god, it felt good.
She had a feeling this wouldn't last very long. His hips were weakly pumping in time with her strokes, his hands white knuckled, and the sounds he made, deeper. And Maria felt powerful. She pulled away keeping just the head in her mouth, and sucked it. It seemed to grow larger suddenly, and then he was bellowing, while spurts of warm come filled her mouth. She swallowed it all, and then studied his face.
He looked so content and happy. She was thrilled to be the reason.
She stood up again, and sat down astride his thighs. She rubbed her mound against him, wanting to go further, but Michael stopped her.
"I want to do that Maria, but not in a dream." He stroked her face, her hair. "I want it to be you and me in a bed."
She curled her arms around his neck again, kissing him softly. "OK, but let's not wait. Can you come over now?"
He chuckled. This was going to be a long night.
THE END