Hail Mary (17 page)

When she remained quiet, he leaned in again against her lips, and pleaded, “Please?”

“Okay.”

~ * ~ * ~

Mary sensed Michael’s smile and tried to focus again on the beautiful man in front of her. He was the most gorgeous man she’d ever had the luck to lay her eyes on. She couldn’t wait to get him naked, the sooner the better. Putting her thoughts to action, she returned to the bottom of his t-shirt and lifted it up over his head while he stood there and let her learn all about him by feel. Mary placed her hands along his narrow waist, moving them from his flat abdomen to his heavily carved pecs. A light dusting of hair surrounded his nipples and traced a happy trail down his stomach before disappearing into his jeans.

His arms were thickly, leanly muscled. His forearms were well-defined, looking like the bars of a piano moving up and down.

“Turn about’s fair play, Mary,” he whispered as he lifted her sweater over her head as well. “And would you look at that? I think your chest wants to look exactly like mine. Naked.” His fingertips traveled north from the back of her waist and unhooked her bra, peeling the straps down her arms and freeing her breasts. She looked down as each of his hands gripped one of her breasts and began tweaking her nipples. Her hands gripped his waist as she leaned in for another long, slow kiss while he maintained his light manipulation of her tight buds.

Pulling back from his lips, she unbuckled the snap of his jeans and started drawing his zipper down, baring his white briefs. Impatient, he kicked his jeans away while she returned to the task at hand of unburdening him of his briefs. She hooked her hands on each side and drew them down, revealing his huge, heavy cock to her hungry eyes. Twin sacks at the base anchored him. His cock was long and thick with a proud, ridged head, heavily and thickly veined, and tilted upwards towards his stomach.

“Get up here,” he crooned, extending his warm hand to her to pull her with him towards the bed. As she settled back against his pillows, he nuzzled her neck as he rested his body between her thighs. “Mary, we have to stop this. You still have too many clothes.” He looked up in the shadowed room and she wished she could see his eyes. She thought if she could, they would be twinkling.

“Let’s change that.”

“Yeah. Let’s change that,” he agreed, removing her jeans and panties in a couple of quick sweeps of his warm hands. “Much, much better,” he said, returning to ply her breasts with kisses while his hand moved down towards her center, wet and waiting for him. First one, then a second finger found its way to her core and started moving in and out, drawing circles around and around and driving her crazy. Her nipples had peaked and Michael’s attention to detail was keeping her on edge as he continued flicking her nipples and driving his fingers all around her core. She couldn’t wait to return the favor and give him some of the pleasure he was flooding her with.

After she orgasmed, she laid back and watched him from under her eyelids as he continued his assault on her senses by planting a series of kisses all along her stomach and down to her center. “That was a pre-game sampler of what’s to come. We’ve still got the main event coming up,” he purred as he placed his mouth directly on her. Her back lifted up and off the bed as Michael’s tongue repeatedly circled her clit, alternating between nips and licks until she didn’t know how much longer she could stand it. As he drove her towards her second orgasm of the night, she was flushed with excitement as well as utterly loose and complacent.

~ * ~ * ~

Instead of preparing to enter her, Michael rolled over on to his side and tried to calm his own heavy breathing. God. He loved going down on Mary. She was delicious. And what a fucking turn-on it was for her to completely trust him with her body. It was even better this time with both of them on a comfortable bed and the entire night ahead of them.

Mary turned on her side and faced Michael as he continued to caress her body, from hip to stomach. “You don’t look like you need a time out,” she teased, noting that his prominent erection was still popping on his stomach, the tip looking ready to weep, and wondering why he’d pulled back when she was completely ready for him.

“This is perfect for me, Mary,” he responded, leaning in and planting another kiss, soft and quick, on her lips.

“You mean you don’t want to, you know,” she responded, now grateful for the cover of night that camouflaged her flaming cheeks. Always so direct, and tonight her straightforward approach decided to abandon her.

“Pleasing you is enjoyable enough for me,” he responded, rolling back over and placing himself between her thighs.

She put her hand up in the universal sign of “stop.” “Hold it right there. Either this is a two way street or I’m out of here.” It wouldn’t be easy to leave when satisfaction was
so
close, but this couldn’t continue. If they were going to have a shot at continuing this relationship, and this resembled a relationship, she had to begin establishing some guidelines.

“What do you mean?” he questioned. His heavy, labored breathing communicated that he was far from stable.

“I mean, I want to touch you in the same way you’ve been touching me. Completely. I want to be as close to you as I can be. I want you inside me. As deep inside as you can possibly get.”

His internal struggle was evident with the hitched breaths leaving his body in waves.

“Michael? Is there a reason you don’t want to be with me?”

“It’s not you, Mary. Trust me.”

“Then what is it?”

“What’s wrong with what we’ve been doing?”

“It’s not enough for me, Michael. Being together involves reciprocity. It’s not sexy or fun for me when I’m the only one coming. Look, if you don’t want to have sex, we don’t have to have sex. You need to let me touch you. I
need
to touch you. I want to touch you. I want to be with you in any way we can be together. But this whole one-way ticket that you want to continue? Not working for me.” Mary stroked his thick biceps to take any sting out of her words. Lying in bed with him was nice, one of the nicest ways to spend a night, but it wasn’t enough.

Not. Even. Close.

When he remained quiet, she continued. “It’s up to you. What we do and where we go from here. I won’t push you to do anything you’re not comfortable with, but I’m not going to lie here either and let you have your wicked way with me and not return the favor. The ball’s in your court. We’re either in this together, or I’m leaving. Your choice.”

Michael’s soft sigh was the only sound in the room. Mary waited and waited until finally he reached his hand out to hers and laced their fingers together.

“I guess we’re in this together, then,” he answered, wishing he hadn’t insisted on the lights being off so he could look into her pretty green eyes and revel in this moment. This sweet, sublime moment that was the two of them. No past. No present. No family history to deal with. Simply two people lying on his bed together.

For the second time that night, he was ashamed and embarrassed he’d made Mary doubt herself, doubt her attractiveness, or even question that what was happening here wasn’t the best thing that had ever happened to him in his godforsaken life.

“Good. That’s good. Because I’ve been dying to do this all night,” she said as she rolled over on top of him and planted herself on his pelvis. His penis insistently nudged against her while she leaned down and started kissing him all over.

Michael moved both of his hands up on Mary’s back to stroke her as she kissed him. He angled his head to the left to offer her better access to his throat.

Her tongue swirled around first his right, then his left nipple, playing with them and teasing them until they both stood up as proud as his dick. “Do you like this?” she whispered, raising her head and searching his dark, quiet eyes out in the silence.

He coughed and placed his warm, wide hands on her hips. “Yeah, I like it. I like it a lot.”

“Good because I feel like I’m at a disadvantage here.”

He cocked his head again and stared at her, waiting and expectant.

“You know what I like, but I have no idea about pleasing you. What you like,” Mary clarified, continuing to stroke his chest.

He took her hands in each of his, leaned up and kissed her, deep and long. “You don’t need to know anything. Whatever you do will be perfect.” They both stared into each other’s eyes for awhile, enjoying the beauty of the moment. Then she started stroking his cock, using both of her hands to caress him from base to tip and back and again. The plump head at the end was already wet when she began.

He was all velvety steel. Large, warm skin over hard muscle. She flicked her fingertips against his twin sacks as well, not wanting to leave any part of his sensitive body untouched. Before he could orgasm, she changed course and replaced her hands with her warm, wet mouth.

Michael was bigger than any other man she had ever been with, but she’d never been as turned on as she was now. Having him at her mercy was a complete turn on. Two hundred pounds of lean, heavily muscled man splayed out before her? Yeah, that worked for her. Completely.

Michael moved her hair out of her face as he angled his head to watch her as she worked him with her mouth. But he didn’t want to end like this. Not without her. He pulled her head up and off his cock as she looked at him.

“Mary?”

“Yes?”

“I want to finish in you. Is that alright?”

Even through the darkness, he could see the bright white of her smile. Made him feel about a thousand feet tall. “Perfect,” she answered. “Do you have a condom?”

“Yeah. Give me a second.” He rolled his long body off the bed and left the bedroom as she settled herself underneath the covers and waited for his return.

When Michael came back to the bedroom, he was completely sheathed and crawled under the covers to join her.

“You have a preference for how we do this?” he breathed against her lips, once more settling his wide hips in the vee of hers and laying his arms on the side of her head. He was dying to get inside of her, but he wanted to make this perfect for her. He was determined to do it however she wanted.

Mary kissed him again before she answered. “This works for me if it works for you.”

Michael kissed her in response. “Yeah. This works for me.” He gripped his cock and nudged it inside her. Despite how ready and excited she was, he was still a tight fit. Michael pulled back and moved a few more inches inside to her hot, wet warmth that gloved him. “This okay?” he asked, taking both of her hands and linking them with his beside her head.

“It’s more than okay. It’s terrific,” she replied, loving the feel of his heavy body on hers. It had been a long time since she’d been with a man and she’d forgotten how heavenly the sensations where. And not just any man. This particular man. The soft hair on his chest that teased her breasts and nipples. His wide, heavy thighs split hers and made hers feel positively petite. The flat, muscled stomach completely different from her own rounded one, rubbed her in all the right ways. He was longer, leaner and stronger in comparison to her own rounded form.

“Good. Now wrap your legs around my waist,” he instructed.

He flattened their hands beside her head and began moving in and out, pumping away with slow, delicious precision, hitting her deeper than she’d ever felt and she still craved more. Craved everything he was willing to give her. Wanted to give him everything. After what seemed like forever, Michael increased the pace, going deep and fast, and she began to feel the delicious pangs of another orgasm upon her, the rumble beginning to spin out at her core barreling down on her until she couldn’t resist it anymore and came in a great blinding rush. As she came down from her own orgasm, she realized he hadn’t stopped and hadn’t orgasmed.

Removing her hands from his so she could place them on his back, she whispered, “You almost done there, cowboy?”

“Why? You complaining?”

“Of course not. It hardly seems fair I’m on my third orgasm of the night and you haven’t even come once.”

As Mary ran her hands up and down his back, ridges grazed her fingers, as though the skin was raised in various places on his back. Michael removed her hands from his back and moved her grip to his ass.

“That’s about to change,” he responded as he gave one final, great thrust and collapsed against her, kissing her brow and folding her into him as he laid back.

~ * ~ * ~

Mary awoke to an insistent pressure against her backside and was momentarily disoriented. This didn’t feel like her bed, the mattress softer than the firm one she loved. The sheets and pillowcase didn’t smell like her fabric softener. And she was pretty sure there was a man in bed with her. A big man with a big erection demanding attention. Specifically, her attention. Looking down, she realized one dark hand was holding one of her breasts and the big man with the big hands in bed with her was nuzzling her neck.

“You awake?” he whispered against her ear, pressing kisses all around, tickling her ear with his tongue.

“Mmmhmmm.”

“Good.” Michael rolled over on top of Mary and kissed her some more. For such a hard man, his lips remained surprisingly soft against hers, asking for entrance and nibbling away on her lower lip until it was granted. Her hands stroked up and down his biceps as she soaked up his kisses.

His cock nudged relentlessly, wanting inside. “Hold on. I’ll be right back,” he murmured, leaving the room for some latex.

It was as though she was living someone else’s life. This kind of stuff, these kinds of nights, this type of man, didn’t go for Mary Richardson, high school math teacher at Walker, originally from Western Michigan, except in those fluffy romance novels Calleigh always teased her about. But this felt real. As real as anything else in her life. More real, in fact.

Michael returned and the bed dipped as he sidled up next to her after he dropped something on the nightstand. “I should have brought more with me the first time. I brought plenty this time so I don’t need to leave you again.” Michael grabbed her and pulled her on top of him, so that her body blanketed his, all of her female, lush curves hitting his body in all the right places. The way God had intended.