The Girl Behind the Counter

Chapter 8

Michael ran his hands over the smooth silk of Maxie's underwear, but he could barely tell where the silk ended and she began. All he could focus on was the way her fingers nimbly handled the buttons of his shirt and the buckle of his belt. Her scent hung in the air and fogged his senses. His hands continued to travel her body until he realized the silk had ended, and was now on the floor. "Can I tell you a secret?" Maxie whispered. "Of course love." Michael responded. "I've never slept with anyone before." She admitted. In the dim moonlight Michael could faintly see that she was blushing. "Then are you sure you want me to stay?" Michael locked eyes with her. He wanted to analyze every feature of her face, to ensure she was okay. Maxie was so candid about things like sex he hadn't thought about her possibly being a virgin. He was honored that she was letting him this close, but at the same time ashamed that he couldn't offer her any honor. He is no honorable man and he suddenly felt unworthy of touching Maxie's velvet cheek. All of this ran through Michael's mind at a dizzying pace as he anxiously waited for her answer. "Yes Michael, please stay." While saying this Maxie grabbed his hand, which he had retracted, and pulled it back to her ample breast. His whole being washed with relief. She wanted him, truly and completely. This wasn't some adrenaline filled affair in his office where clothes were sloppily discarded only to be sheepishly picked up later. Every action Maxie made hung in Michael's mind. From her breath playing against his neck to a kiss placed on his waistline . All of it held meaning. "Maxie?" Michael asked. "Yes?" She looked up at him. "Do you trust me?" His eyebrows knit together with concern. He was worried she'd think this was just another affair to him. He needed her to know it was more. "Yes Michael. I do. I do trust you." Maxie truthfully answered. "Then lie down, and let me take care of you." He whispered. She laid down on the sheets and Michael kissed from her neck to her thighs. "Oh!" She gasped when Michael began to kiss in between her thighs. Every moan that escaped her lips egged Michael on. Her hands traveled down so that her fingers could run through his hair. Just the slight 'o' shape her lips, plump from the forcefulness of the couple's kissing, had formed was an aphrodisiac to Michael. "Please Michael." She sighed. "Please what, love?" He teased. She smiled in the dark. "Please fuck me." She answered. Michael moved to a position on his forearms, hovering over her, with his hands in her hair. He gave her another strong kiss before lining himself up with her. Maxie bit her lip as Michael slowly entered her. Slowly he ground his hips against hers. Slowly they fell into a rhythm. Slowly the sound of their ragged breath filled the air until slow became not enough. Michael moved faster and Maxie's breath became quicker. Michael kissed her lips, her cheek, her jaw, her collar bone, and lips again. Maxie threw her arms around Michael, willing him to get even closer. Her nails left red streaks on his back that Michael would later smile at in the mirror. He left love bites on her shoulder that Maxie would later peak at under her dress while no one was looking, just to make sure they were still there. Maxie became crazed with the feeling of Michael up against her. She sat up, causing Michael to take a sitting position. She wrapped her legs around him and bounced up and down on his lap. Michael left kisses on her breasts as he too began to thrust up, intensifying the act and causing Maxie to gasp his name. They moved their bodies together until they both reach the tipping point and ran head first over the edge into a climax of moans and whimpers. Michael and Maxie collapsed onto the bed next to each other. Both lay panting, trying to catch their breath in the moonlight. Finally Maxie rolled over to face Michael and asked, "Can you stay tomorrow night too?"