After taking his hit his hand moved from her arch to her ankle and Lizzie let out another little moan that sounded just as filled with pleasure as it did pain.  Those calves probably hurt too.  Soon Michael’s hand found itself wandering up the lovely smooth bare legs in his lap.  The hem of the linen shirt fell open a little more and the peek he was getting turned into an inviting picture.  She wasn’t wearing any panties no they were in the bathroom. They were drying on the sink and he knew that because he saw them drying there when she opened the door after her shower. A very pretty pair of peach lace panties and a matching satin bra, he wondered what they looked like on her since they looked so tempting where they were.  

 

“It’s empty.” Liz sighed.

 

“You can put more in it if you want.” Michael suggested as his hand slid up past her calf. Above them, her thighs looked soft and pliable.

 

“No,” she leaned over to put the pipe on the coffee table.  The shirt inched its way up to show him a nice view of the curve of her ass, which also looked, very soft and pliable. She shouldn’t do it but she just couldn’t help it. Maybe it was the pot, the champagne, or just the feeling of weightlessness she had now but when Lizzie turned back to him, she held her arms out to him. “Come here.” She bid in a soft voice.

 

Michael felt his heart skip a beat.  “Why?”

 

Lizzie moved her left leg off his lap to tuck it behind him so that he was now between her legs knowing that he had a full view of what was waiting for him them. “I want to kiss you.” She’d been waiting to kiss him again for weeks and this seemed like the perfect opportunity to feel his warm lips pressed against hers.

 

Oh, well in that case.  The heart that was skipping two and three beats at a time raced faster as it rushed blood to his lower regions and he moved closer to lean over her.

 

Just before their lips met she whispered, “I’m not running to you.” Lizzie reached up and ran her fingers through his long black hair wishing it was its normal short sandy color but it was still Michael, not Eddie and not Dennis. When this movie was over he’d look like himself again but she wouldn’t be around to see it except on the TV or the movie screen. That was all right, sure it was, because things that felt this good and this right simply weren’t meant to last but, rather, enjoyed in the moment before they burned themselves out like a grand firework in the night sky.

 

Pulling him down and herself up her lips met his and that fuzzy dizzy feeling returned to her head it spread throughout her body in a wave of fire.  The world faded away as they melded together and began to explore each other unhindered and unashamed.  Caught up in the heat of the moment she pulled him down further so she could feel the warmth of his skin against the linen dress shirt that separated them.  Michael’s mouth moved from her lips to her neck while her breath whispered soft sighs in his ear.  His hard throbbing cock pushed against the thin silk of his pj bottoms as his hips began to grind against her and were met with her arching back as they started to dry hump like teenagers in the back of an old Chevy.  Lizzie’s hand grabbed at his flesh as they raced across his back and down to his ass where she grabbed a firm hold and wouldn’t let go. “Tell me,” she whispered in his ear.

 

“Tell you what?” He whispered back with his lips still pressed to the nape of her neck.

 

“Tell me,” Liz said again in a smaller voice, “the truth. That it doesn’t mean anything that it’s just sex and it doesn’t mean anything.”

 

Her words were like an ice pick in his burning heart. Michael stopped. He sat up and stared down at her. “No,” he said. “Why would you want me to say that?”

 

“It’s the truth so say it.” She begged with lustful eyes and wanton lips.

 

Michael reached out with one finger to touch the space between her breasts and found her heart racing like a hummingbird. “If you don’t want me to lie to you then you won’t ask me to say that. If we do this Liz, it’s going to mean something to me.  It’s not…that.” Michael laid the flat of his hand over her heart. “I feel you,” he whispered. “Do you feel me?” He took her hand and put it on his chest over where his heart beat screaming for the nearness of her with each pulse.

 

Yes, she felt him, his soul, his essence, deep inside of her and she wanted more. Reflected in his eyes she saw herself standing on the edge of that abyss once more and this time she decided to jump. “Make love with me?”

 

“Oh…yeah.” Michael said in a heavy voice and nodded his head slowly. “I’d love to make love with you.” 

 

“Just tonight,” she whispered, “promise it will be our secret.”

 

Not just tonight but tonight and every night after for the rest of his life, yes, that was what he wanted.  There were other concerns like Gabby and his children and Liz was adamant that she wouldn’t break up his marriage even though she’d just tossed hers out the window. None of that had to matter right now.  “Our secret,” Michael agreed but did not agree to the time restraint. He fumbled with the buttons on the shirt until finally he got them undone to the point where those pretty breasts of hers met his eyes.  They were even better than what good olde Scott had displayed on his MyPlace page.   They were small and pert with lovely hard pink nipples that winked up at him begging him to cover them with his mouth and suckle.  His moist mouth was very happy to oblige.  They were soft and inviting as his tongue lapped around the hard nipples and sucked them into his mouth.  Gabby’s big tits were hard and insensitive but not Liz’s, no not at all. She cooed and moaned and he heard her heart race while he kept his face pressed to her chest reveling in the soft scent of her. 

 

The shirt halfway unbuttoned he felt one of her groping hands leave his ass and block his path. “No,” she muttered. “Don’t.”

 

“Oh Liz don’t say stop, please, don’t.” Michael whispered.  “Please, I want you so much.”

 

“Yes,” she agreed breathlessly. “I want you.” She tugged at the shirt keeping in place. “Don’t.”

 

“I want to see you,” he protested.

 

“No, just leave it.” Lizzie tried to kiss him but he moved his head away. “Please?”

 

Lizzie wasn’t what any sane man would call ‘fat’ in fact she was very far from it but she didn’t have the size 0 frame Gabby did either.  The woman was 1500 miles away and she was still coming between them. He wanted to tell her that he’d already seen her  on her soon-to-be ex-husband’s MyPlace page—not to mention more recently on his laptop in the bathroom— and that he thought she was beautiful but that wouldn’t be much good, would it? Of course not.  It wasn’t like the shirt covered a whole lot of her but it was enough to make her feel secure and right now she probably needed that just as much as she wanted him. “All right.” He agreed though he didn’t want to. “For now.” Michael clarified. “For what it’s worth,” he whispered as he held her gaze, “I think you’re stunning.”

 

“Smoo—“

 

“Don’t even.” He warned lightly before he covered her lips while those long nimble fingers pushed the shirt as wide open as he could to expose her warm bare skin, Michael laid down on her, their hearts racing together now separated only by the flesh and blood which guarded them keeping them safe within.  Being sure to leave the shirt where in place, he kissed his way down her body getting a taste of every inch that he could and viewing all of her, what the shirt hid was nothing. His strong gentle hands felt every inch that his eyes could see, every womanly curve along her very pleasing frame slid by under his palm and then driven over again just to get a good feel for this rather racy road.

 

Up until this very moment, Lizzie had no idea that her hips were an erogenous zone though it seemed Michael was aware of that as he worked the area with his tongue and she wiggled below him. The space between her legs twitched with longing to feel that same tongue sliding along the dampening folds.  She wanted to guide his head to it but not all men liked that and not all men did that so while her hands grabbed at thick tufts of his hair she didn’t try to move him.

 

In the end, she didn’t have to. When he was done sucking and kissing her delectable hip, he slowly made his way over to that musky area tempting him to taste.  His tongue gliding from her hip to the joint holding her leg to the space between them where he stopped for a mercilessly long time licking and kissing the soft sinewy flesh there until Lizzie thought she would scream for him to do it. Her hips pushed further toward him and angled toward his mouth but he was not in any hurry tonight and he just kept working her while those silky tufts of hair caressed the soft flesh of her inner thighs.

 

Michael opened his eyes as just the tip of his tongue found the place she’d been waiting for him to reach and then retreated. Lizzie opened her eyes as she sucked in a breath and let out a little sigh. “Please?” She tilted her hips toward him.

 

“Please what?” He teased and licked the lips between her legs with the flat of his moist tongue tingling with the taste of her.  “Please do that?”

 

“Yes, more.” She begged quietly and watched him settled between the soft patch of hair between her legs. “Please?”

 

Michael took in deep a breath letting the wanton heady scent of her fill him mind and body before he exhaled it slowly onto the pair of lips begging for his kiss.  Above him, Liz moaned again and he glanced up to see her eyes close when the flat of his tongue found its home again she bit down on her bottom lip and let out a deep moan that made his cock twitch. Tangy and sweet the taste of her rolled around on his tongue as it dripped from her like honey drips in long soft thick sweet drops from a beehive in the middle of summer. Michael made it his mission in life to coax every single drop from her tonight. After all, he did have Dennis Johnson’s reputation to live up to not to mention his own.

 

Lizzie’s slender hand reached down between her legs and gently pulled back the folds of flesh for him. Then there was something cool and bubbly tickling on his tongue. Michael looked up to see her staring back at him with passionate eyes as she trickled champagne from the crystal glass.  Refreshing as a cool spring from a mountainside it mixed and mingled with the tangy taste of her.  My kind of woman, he thought, maybe she did know how to do all of those things she wrote about with such eloquence.  Wouldn’t he be the luckiest boy in the world if that were the case? Michael folded his tongue to catch the champagne and funnel it inside of her. Lizzie giggled as the bubbles burst and tickled her and he drank it down and out of her until the glass was empty.  Before he could go further, she was tugging on his arms pulling him upward toward her.

 

Good and faithful married man that he was, Michael had no condoms in his penthouse suite. Liz was refilling the glass, she handed it to him as he hovered over her and Michael took a long drink.  His lips coming down over hers again he shared the champagne with her and as their tongues danced around.  Her hands free they tugged at the elastic waistband of his silk pjs until she pushed them down over his hips and when she found her arms too short for the job, Liz raised her legs up on his thighs until she pushed her toes under the band and rid him of the troublesome material that separated them.  Hands free to roam as they wanted she pushed his long hair aside and did something she had always wanted to do since the very first episode of Galaxy Gateway.  Every time Dennis Johnson turned his head there was a thick muscle that stuck out in his neck and it ran from his left ear all the way down to his collarbone.  For the last decade or so, more than just about anything else about him, Lizzie had wondered what that particular area tasted like. Soft quivering lips explored that tender area and over her Michael let out a moan.  She could spend forever right here, just like this, licking and sucking this particular spot on him as he sighed and moaned in her ear.  The heat between them grew with the passion that had been building and going denied between them let lose from its prim and proper cage.  Liz’s tongue and lips explored every inch of the nape of his neck winding their way up and down and around and around.  To lay here with him like this throughout time as his hips ground against her that hard part of him waiting just outside her door was more than she could ever ask for.

 

Suddenly three ugly words in their shrill voice of their owner rang in her head; Don’t get attached.

 

Therefore, she wouldn’t. It was just for tonight and no one would ever know.

 

Just tonight. That’s all.  Just tonight. That would be more than enough.

 

Since time was so short and fleeting she thought she’d indulge herself a little further. There was something else Lizzie wanted to know ever since that very first episode of Galaxy Gateway when she noticed what long slender fingers Michael Garrett had. Now she took hold of the hand running through her hair and brought it to her lips to lick and suckle those long digits.  Yes, every time she saw them she wondered what else on him might be so long and inviting.  In fact, Michael’s hands and fingers were second only to Randy’s and Randy had a cock that would make a mule envious. It was so big that he often had a difficult time getting it all the way up—the cocaine probably didn’t help much with that problem. On the occasions that he did get fully hard Randy often became light headed and had to stop.  His cock and his sax playing were the only good things about Randy and even they fell short in several areas.

 

Michael did not fall short in any area.  While that caused a great deal of excitement in her it also brought with it a flash of fear. Lizzie’s hands caught his hips just before he could slide home.  She looked up into those wonderful blue eyes, the ones she’d dreamed about seeing over her for so many nights past.  “Don’t hurt,” Lizzie whispered. “Please?”

 

What he’d seen on the tape earlier tonight ripped a path through his mind.  “That’s the last thing I want,” Michael said softly.  “I’m not like him, Liz; I would never do that to you or any woman.” Michael kissed her long and deep. “May I?” He whispered with his lips still pressed to hers.

 

Was he asking her for permission?  No one ever did that. “Yes?” The hands holding back his hips wrapped around him.

 

Although she was wet, ready and waiting for his entry it cause a more than a prick of pain when as he entered. She was still just a little sore from her encounter with Scott and Randy, she let out a little rush of air as back arched up off the couch as he sunk into her. “It’s all right,” Michael assured her.  “Slow,” he whispered back, “Aww, Liz, we’re gonna so slow. Trust me, its ok.”

 

Yes, it was, she was sure of that; just for tonight this would be ok, she could trust him, just for tonight. Lizzie let out a long slow sigh as her head tilted back away from his kiss exposing her throat to him.  Michael’s lips descended over the tender area Randy had been so brutal to and covered it with soft kisses that made her breasts heave against his bare chest.  Her smooth legs wrapped around and then clamped down over his keeping him in place. One hand at the back of his head and the other grabbing the tight ass that always taunted her on  Friday nights pushing him further into her aching waiting body.  “Michael,” softly she sighed out his name.

 

Michael thought he’d lose his load right there but not yet. No, not yet.  Randy was right about something she was tight and so wet.  Being this close to her made it hard to tell where he ended and she began and Michael didn’t care. 

 

Looking up into those wonderful blue eyes everything in her yearned to say three simple words but it was wrong and she held them back in her throat along with her breath.

 

She didn’t have to say it; Michael could see in those deep brown eyes and hear in her heated moans.  But he wanted her to. He wanted to hear it so he could say it back.

 

Lizzie need to say something needed to give voice to what she felt as she pulled him in as close as she could get him and laid soft kisses on his lips.  “Oh Michael,” she sighed through raspy breath, “I hate you, so much, I hate you.”

 

He almost stopped but the way she sounded, the tone and her breath against his cheek, the sparkle in those eyes, no it sounded a lot  more like ‘I love you’ to him but she wasn’t ready to say it yet.  “I hate you to.” Michael whispered back.

 

The muscles in her legs and thighs tightened around him and so did those wet walls. Both of her hands on his ass she pushed ground and thrust her hips against him in a long quivering mind-numbing pace.  Michael’s eyes rolled back in his head while his arms wrapped under and around her as she buried his face in her chestnut hair.  The fire in his belly burned as his cock pushed its tender skin to maximum density and throbbed inside of her. He wasn’t going to be able to hold back much longer but he didn’t want it to end he didn’t want her to stop doing this with him he wanted to feel her this close always, forever, throughout time.  She was ready he could feel it as each movement became more intense, slower and squeezed him harder ass to thighs.  “Don’t hold back.”

 

That was all it took, Lizzie tipped over the edge and went to a long free fall.  Her nails sunk deep into his firm ass and her pace slowed to almost a stop as she climaxed, her body shuddering in his arms and her breath hot against his neck as she sighed out his name repeatedly.

 

The sweet thick honey that flowed in a trickle just a little while before washed over him in a tidal wave of passion and desire.  Michael couldn’t hold back any longer his toes curled and his teeth found good purchase just below her ear.  For the first time in longer than he could remember he came so hard he actually just had to howl and growl with the force that overtook and then erupted from him.  Breathless, spent and unable to remember so much as his own name Michael laid down on her, his head swimming and his body tingling.  Lizzie nuzzled her face against his shoulder and brought her hands from his ass to his back. 

 

Together they fell into a heavily satisfied doze.  It was some time later Michael roused himself to find that she he was still part of her and she of him.  “Come up stairs with me.” He kissed her cheek and reluctantly pulled away from her.

 

Lizzie took his hand and stood on wobbly legs to follow him up to the master bedroom where the fire ignited once more and it didn’t stop burning until after the sun came up as they bother discovered what Love truly felt like.

 

 

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