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Beloved Unloved 1: Rain
Reply to DM or visit her websiteAdded to the Roswell Slash Archive June 30, 2002
Beloved Unloved Series (NC-17) M/Mi/L
Disclaimer: Characters belong to Metz, Katims and UPN. No infringement intended.
Rating: NC-17 (Pure Smut)
Summary: sorry you'll have to read it.
Notes: I just had to get this out of my system. I was watching some American Psycho but don't worry it won't get like that...
Liz answers the door just as I suspect she will, although I know she's supposed to be at work but isn't. She's wearing a robe, something I do not expect. She's wet and the silk clings to her curves. Her nipples stand out, straining against the fabric, calling to me. I feel my @#%$ harden at the sight of her steamed skin. I can smell the 'rain' from her bath. Her hair is piled on top of her head, the ends wet from where they had no doubt dipped into the water. Her chocolate eyes rake over my body.
She steps aside to let me in. I'm dripping wet from the rain and she still lets me in without a word.
"Thanks." I mumble. She is just so beautiful that it's hard to form words.
"What brings you by? I really didn't think..."
That one question and I break down. "I couldn't stay away. I know I shouldn't be here but I can't not be here."
She nods and takes my hand, drawing me further into the apartment. Our mouths meet, hungry. It has been so long. Her tongue dances with mine, her arms around my neck, my hands on her waist. Liz pulls away and leads me to the bedroom. I can't take my eyes off her. "Come on."
"Where is he?" I ask the question before I insert the filter between my brain and my mouth. It reminds me that this is wrong. I should not be here. I should be home, in another place, in another city with another woman, my girlfriend. But I'm here with Liz. I ask the question when I already know the answer. He is at work. He's always at work.
"He's working late... least that's what he said." She whispers with that incredible smile on her lips. She drops the robe and slides back, onto the bed. So I undress. I'm careful. I fold every article of wet clothing as I take it off.
So, we're both naked and aching to touch each other. I get hard anticipating the events to come. I crawl up her body on the bed. I lick her navel, rimming her belly button before I move up to her breasts.
Those incredible breasts, much bigger than they were in high school. Maxwell sure knows what to do with his hands. Liz's breasts are a work of art. I should thank him for that one day.
I take a stiff nipple into my mouth, sucking it, pulling at it. She cries out over and over, unintelligible sounds that tell me she loves what I'm doing. We kiss, I thrust my tongue into her mouth the way I know she likes. Her hands run over my chest, flicking my nipples. A hand runs through my hair, I can feel it standing on end.
I break the kiss to press my face between those amazing breasts. She smells like 'rain.' I bought her that scent. I didn't think she still wore it after the way I left.
I run my hands down her body, that sweet body, between her legs to feel how hot and wet she is for me. A turn of my head and my eyes catch my reflection in a floor to ceiling mirror. Liz catches me looking at it and explains. "He likes to watch what he does."
I have to admit that it turns me on. I slide two fingers into her and rub against her upper wall, finding that spot just a little further up...
"Michael!" she screams. She purrs and archs against my hand. I am so hard that her moans make me ache. I remove my hand and thrust into her hard.
It might sound as if I'm bragging but I always have to stop to let her adjust. I never get tired of how tight she is around me. She grimaces as she always does the first time I push into her tight, tight @#%$. I let her get used to me before I move.
I taste her skin as I move in and out of her tight body. It's been so long since I've been with her like this. Soon her body bucks beneath mine. I can do nothing but stare at her as she comes undone, screaming my name.
I locked eyes with my reflection as I come. That mirror allows me to see myself come. Thrusting into her as I spill myself in her. I can see why he likes to see himself come, too.
I force myself not to collapse on top of her. I pull out and roll onto my back beside her. It's still raining outside. I can hear it pelting on the window. I shouldn't be here. I should not have just had sex with her again. I shouldn't be here.
The ozone from outside mingles with her 'rain' scent and the smell of sex. It's heady. It's relaxing. Too relaxing; I shouldn't but I relax all the same.
Liz lays there for a moment. I tilt my head back and I see the top of her head in the reflection. God there are three mirrors in the room. Her chest is still heaving, trying to catch her breath. "I've missed you Michael."
I barely turn my head and I see her rubbing her inner thighs. Her legs are still spread wide and in the reflection I can see her slit dripping with her cum as well as mine. Every mirror I see shows me something that I want. Something that I want and know that I shouldn't have.
She rolls to face me. "You get used to the mirrors after a while."
"I didn't realize I'd been gone long enough for him to redecorate."
"It's been a long time. Too long." Liz's breasts are brushing against my bicep with every breath she takes. Our bodies are drying but the smell of sex still hangs heavy in the air. I feel my @#%$ stirring again. She knows what I want. Liz's mouth touches my neck, licking me. Then she slides down my chest. My @#%$ hardens against her stomach. Her mouth burns me.
I see her ass in the reflections. She's kneeling over me so I can see her puckered opening just above her @#%$. I harden painfully. Then her mouth closes over my @#%$. Her tongue swirls around me. I buck up into her mouth. Then she's gone.
Cold shocks my aching @#%$. I turn to find she's on all fours beside me. Yes, that's what I want. I kneel behind her, my legs between hers, guiding them to spread wider. I slam into her dripping @#%$ from behind. She leans forward to rest her head on her crossed arms, giving herself the leverage she needs to match my thrusts in both speed and force.
I grip her hips and watch my reflection @#%$ her. Her cries are muffled but they urge me on. I know I should check whatever it is that moved out of the corner of my eyes but I'm so entranced by my reflection and Liz's keening and the sound of our sweaty bodies slamming together that I ignore it.
I feel her thighs trying to close but my thighs keep them far apart. I keep thrusting into her tight, tight @#%$. Finally I come, frantically pounding away until I'm spent crying her name. "Liz!"
That's when my eyes slide away from my gratified reflection to his reflection. Back to Liz's reflection, our eyes meet and return to his reflection. He's standing in the doorway behind me, just staring at us.
Max has a bottle of champagne in one hand and a bouquet of white roses in the other. I don't know how I could have forgotten their anniversary. Now I feel like a complete ass.
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