Is This Desire?

Night falls on a hot summer night in Roswell.

She opens her bedroom window slightly and waits…and waits. A hour or two passes and excited anticipation turns into annoyance. A song plays on her stereo repeatedly.

‘Is this desire?
Enough enough
To lift us higher
To lift above?
Is this desire?
Enough enough
Enough inside
Is this desire?’

Finally a silhouette at her window signals his arrival. With a single heave he lifts himself up into the bedroom. He takes a step toward her and stops, lust and apprehension written all over his face.

“You’re late.” she states, not willing to meet his eyes just yet.

He draws out a long sigh before answering.

“Maxwell kept me away, he came home from UFO museum waffling on about Liz or something.”

“ Is everything ok?” she asks, concerned about the only best friend she has left.

“Yeah…I think so. I don’t know, it was about Liz so I wasn’t really paying much attention. The usual soulmate drama probably.” he answers impatiently. He’s not here to have a conversation about the continuing soap opera that is Max and Liz.

She rolls her eyes at his lack of concern for her best friend but decides to let it go. She sits back on her bed and gestures at him to follow suit.

They fall back together on the bed, with him nuzzling her neck and peppering it with kisses. Her hands find the bottom of his worn t-shirt and lift it up over his head before she finds his mouth, tongue snaking out to seek entry. His lips part and their tongues are soon dueling with increasing intensity. His hands slip under her nightshirt to find that she isn’t wearing a bra. With his fingers frantically massaging her nipples, she lets a moan slip.

“Miii…chaeeeeel, oh god. Don’t…stop. Oh please don’t stop….”

Smirking at the reaction his hands have caused, he stops only to remove her shirt and soon replaces his hands with his mouth. Her moans grow louder as he suckles firmly on her right breast while continuing to hold the other in his palm, before moving over to suckle her left nipple. Running her hands through his long brown hair, she chants his name again and again.

He drags himself away from her chest to look her over. The bright moonlight from the window shines onto her breasts and face, making her look luminous. Her hazel eyes are bright with need.

“Why…why did you stop?” she whispers, her lips trembling.

“Because I want to look at you. You’re so beautiful.” he tells her softly, before adding, “And don’t tell me you’re not.” He already knows that she will deny it, her insecurities still plague her. He wants – no, needs – her to believe him. She is everything to him. Maria is beauty, Maria is life, Maria is his world.

She smiles and it lights up the entire room. She will try to believe at least for tonight. It is enough that he believes and desires her as she does him and that’s all she needs right now.

Her hands reach out to him to pull him down over her once more. She lets one hand slip between them to pull on the zipper of his jeans, lightly brushing over his erection as she pulls it down. He hisses softly and helps her take his jeans off, leaving him clothed only in black boxers and her in a blue g-string.

They lie back down together and crush their lips together in a frenzy, as their lower bodies begin to grind against each other in a primal rhythm. As the temperature of the bedroom rises, his hand snakes down between them to cup her mound and stroke softly. She whimpers under her breath and reciprocates by reaching under his boxers, grasping his hard cock in her hands.

“Oh shit…Maria!” he yelps and it’s her turn to smirk as she strokes his length firmly.

He grabs her hand and pulls it away from his groin, re-directing it down to her hot center.
Brushing aside her g-string, he plunges two of her own fingers and one of his own inside. Her muscles clench and unclench several times as their fingers continue to thrust in and out of her warm passage, bringing her closer to orgasm.

Just as she is about to reach her peak, he removes their fingers from her folds and she pouts.

“Damn it. I was so close!” she snaps at him. He laughs.

“Oh don’t worry baby, we’re not nearly finished here yet.” he promises with a wink.

Without warning, he suddenly tugs down her g-string and throws it across the room in violent abandon. She watches him under heavy lidded eyes for a moment before copying his actions with his boxers.

It is time.

Brown eyes meet hazel, both dark with lust and longing. He leans over her body, getting into position as she spreads her legs for him. He brushes his fingertips against her wet folds quickly and slowly lubricates his penis with the moisture gathered, it’s not really needed but he’s well aware that she likes to watch him touch himself.

With one quick thrust, he is finally inside her. Home.

She wraps her legs around his waist tightly, feeling every inch of him quivering within her body. Pulling back so that only the tip of his cock rests inside, he thrusts back in sharply and begins building into a rhythm that has become so familiar to them in the last couple of months of intimacy. She is so tight, so sweet that he finds himself blinking back tears as he moves in and out again and again. His tongue sweeps out to meet her open lips and moves in to explore her beautiful mouth in time with the increasingly urgent thrusts of their lower bodies.

She moves her hips up in time to meet his thrusts. His pelvic bone smacks against her clitoris time and again, adding to the delicious pressure that has been building up in her center since he laid his hands on her for the first time that night.

He drags his lips away from her mouth so he can look her in the eyes. They share one intense gaze of raw desire before she pulls his mouth back to hers roughly. She needs him and she needs him hard right now. His hips slam against her harder and harder, pistoning his cock into her rapidly.

“Michael…I’m so c-close…please…just more…” she mumbles almost incoherently between kisses.

Nodding before reaching down to rub her clit, he helps her along the way to completion. The pressure and friction builds up to an incredible level before her world explodes, sending her over the edge with one of the most intense orgasms she has ever had. He continues to thrust hard until her contracting muscles milk his cock, triggering his own intense release.

They rock together for a few moments before lying back and enjoying the prolonged afterglow that his alien genetics allow them.

Some time later they lie on their sides, still joined and looking intently at one another.

“So, this is it.” she whispers in his ear so softly that he can barely hear.

“This is what?” he questions, looking adorably confused.

“This is desire.”

THE END