Thank God For Emergancies

I blinked. Stupidly. My mind was still registering the fact that I, Shelly Knight, was alone in the house with Micheal Black. Mmmmmyep. Life is Good. There is a God. I am blessed. You get my point. I then realized I was being led down the stairs. Goody. He’s gonna think I’m crazy. Oh, yeah, I am. But that’s beside the point.
We were in his room again. I was attempting to sort out my thoughts, and figure out where to start. How can I get this going...
I was suddenly acutely aware of his staring at me. Oh. My. I glanced around the room. Door shut, T.V off, video games off, and Mike staring at me. With a very precise stare, too. His eyebrows were slightly raised and his gaze swept over me. I felt unusually self conscious.
“So, what shall we do now?”
“Dunno. What’d you have in mind?” I said, sounding every bit as calm and collected as I wasn’t.
“ I don’t know. Something a bit more interesting than before, maybe.” he looked at me again.
“Oh? Like wha-” Oh. My. God. He was kissing me. Just like that, in mid sentence, he just leaned forward with no warning and kissed me. Of all the..... Ooohhh....he was pretty damn good at it, too. I relaxed and let him pull me tighter against him. Mmm. This was good. I could get used to this.
I was a little surprised when he suddenly held me tighter, and one arm suddenly grabbed both my wrists in front of me, and he kissed me harder, forcing my mouth open with his and his tongue slipped into my mouth. It hurt, but it felt so good. Like a delicious sort of pain. His tongue was searching around all the crevices and corners as if to memorize it.
Now I know this could really scare some people, but I’ll admit I really was more excited then scared. I rather liked the way he was suddenly acting all masterful and dominant. It was really a turn on. I tried to move my hands. No luck. He had them held down tightly. I didn’t mind. Like I said, A major turn on.
His other arm went around my waist, sliding down my lower back. I moaned softly into his mouth, leaning heavier against him. He then left my mouth, going down my neck with a trail of tiny kisses and bites. I shivered again, leaning my head back exposing my neck. The most primal sign of submission.
“Oh, like that, do you?” he said matter-of-factly, then repositioned himself so that we were sprawled on the bed, him leaning over me and still pinning my arms over my head. His tongue laved over my collarbone as his free hand roamed over my body, tracing my breasts and trailing the contours of my side. I sighed deep in my throat, arching up involuntarily. God. It was like he knew exactly what to do to make me respond just the way he wanted. His hand then looped under my head as he settled himself comfortably over me, and then started us tonguing again. I could feel his warm weight spread over me like a blanket. Holy shit, this was defiantly better than when I expected. Oh!!!! I nearly popped when his hand moved from behind my head to sliding up the back of my shirt. It was like my body was in overdrive in the senses department, because I could feel every individual tingle as his fingers deftly played their way up my spine, extracting shivers at every movement. While, at the exact same time his tongue still continued it’s adamant mapping of my mouth whilst mine seemed to playfully fight back of it’s own accord. He suddenly pulled back, and let my hands go for a second, and starting undoing to buttons of my blouse.
Woah. This could get out of hand. I started squirming and tried to move back. But instantly, he dropped over me, pinning me to the bed. I could feel his chin just over my shoulder as he whispered in my ear with a voice that gave me shivers,
“Relax. You aren’t going anywhere.”
I breathed shakily as he continued undoing the buttons. Was this good or bad? I couldn’t tell, and I didn’t care. There was a sane, sensible, annoying part of myself yelling in the back of my mind that this was wrong, but seeing as this was just about every single one of my le see sex dreams come true, It was hard to resist. Especially if you didn’t want to resist. Which I didn’t. He put his arm around my waist, pulling me up, and slipped my blouse of my arms, dropping it onto the floor, whereupon he took of his own shirt, chucking it randomly off to a corner of the room.
Once he’d done that, he returned to my neck, to my delight. i particularly enjoyed that. Hi continued licking a trail down toward my chest as his hand crept down toward my drringring jeans. He started untying the knot. Eep. Flash of conscience. It was quickly repressed. I then realized he had managed to undoing the knot in the string and was now triumphantly sliding my jeans down my hips with his free hand.
I believe it was at this point I totally gave up all my defenses, abandoned all thought of resistance, and just completely stopped fighting. To my surprise, I found myself wanting more than anything just to melt into boneless surrender.
What the- Oh. Look. He got my pants off. I hadn’t noticed. Note to self, pay attention to sexual experiences. His hand returned, brushing lightly against my inner thigh as he hooked a finger into my underwear. (Thank God I’d worn my sexy black satin ones), and started to remove those, too. He seemed to be having fun with this. It was like he was opening a present, or something.
Oh! Bugger, I did it again. Not paying attention. just became aware of my panties around my ankles. I felt all weird and tingly as his hand started sliding back up my leg (Once again, Thank god for me shaving my legs this morning).
He stopped in my genital area, and teasingly ran a finger over my sensitive folds. I felt an involuntary shudder go through me and I gasped. Mmmm....Where the fuck did he learn this?! His finger paused just outside my entrance. I tensed instinctively. He leaned toward my ear, saying in a breathy whisper,
“Chill.” I quivered at the sound of his voice, and forced myself to relax.
I gasped as his finger pushed in with a quick plunge. I Gasped in slight shock, but it quickly turned into a moan when he started slipping his finger in and out of my entrance smoothly. Oho..... He sure knew what he was doing for someone who’d never done this before. Probably came from reading so much smut and lemons on the internet. Meh. i wasn’t complaining.
“Ah!” I squeaked then moaned as he started moving in and out farther and quicker, while his other fingers flickered goadingly over my folds. He was laying on his side, proudly surveying the effect he was having on me. My breath was coming in short gasps as my heart rate sped up from the stimulation. I was literally incoherent from the unfamiliar (but fabulous) sensations that were shooting through me. I was just at the peak of a climax when... he stopped. Just stopped. I think he timed it on purpose, the little....
“Oh....Don’t...” I ALMOST whimpered, but I caught myself on time. He smiled wolfishly down at me.
“That was nothing.” he pulled the finger out with a sudden jerk, and I squawked at the sudden movement. But before I could react, he’d slithered over me, and unzipped his jeans, preferring quickie style.
“By the way, this could hurt at first.”
Not the best warning, but at least I wasn’t tense. When he first penetrated I ne scr screamed, and would’ve, had not his mouth cut me off as it sealed over mine, forcing my mouth open. It was a dull stabbing pain that seemed to vibrate from my lower abdomen. He did it again. I merely winced. it hurt, but not so much. And there was another sensation underlying the pain. He did it again. This time, though, it only hurt for a second, then turned into a spasmodic wave of pleasure almost equal with the pain that shook through both of us. Now I felt myself arching up to meet his thrusts, wanting it, needing it as I raggedly called out his name, gasping and moaning and alternately shouting ‘faster’ and ‘harder’. Our bodies fell into an easy rhythm as we rocked back and forth, picking up speed and pressure as raced toward a blinding zenith.
By this point I was as absorbed as he was, and I ground my hips together, this time drawing a gasp from him. Wave after wave of of total bliss broke over us like the tide on a beach. I cried out slightly as imaximaxed, and his a few seconds after me.
We laid like that for a while, breathing heavily and waiting for the euphoria to fade. I smiled complacently, and started running my fingers through his hair lightly. He sighed comfortably, and put his arms around me.