Title: Something More
Disclaimer: The characters of "Roswell" belong to Jason Katims, Melinda Metz, WB, and UPN. They are not mine and no infringement is intended.
Summary: Liz Parker is a senior in high school and is known to the majority of the senior class as the quiet, studious science geek. But not everything about her is quite as it seems. She's harbouring a secret; one that she's not planning on telling anyone about any time soon…well, no one except the one person who shares that secret, that is.
Author's Note: This story is a little different from my usual stuff, but I just couldn't get the idea out of my head. It's written as a mixture of normal parts and Interludes, which take place alternately in the story and I'll be posting them in that way. Also, just to warn you now, it contains several adult scenes. Apologies for the very short parts to start with... that's just how the story ended up/
His hands are like fire on my skin, their warmth causing havoc on my senses. I can't get enough of his hot, hard, muscular body. He nuzzles my neck, leaving a wet trail as his tongue flicks out to taste the skin there. My head falls back against the wall, and I clutch at his short, spiked hair with my fingers as his lips and hands work their magic on my body. I'm practically panting already and he's only been here a matter of minutes
I gasp, a sharp intake of breath, as he runs his hands down over my lower back and to my butt. He squeezes lightly for a second, before cupping the back of my thighs and hoisting me up. Instinctively, I clamp my legs around his waist, whilst thanking God that I decided to wear a skirt today. Although come to think of it, I seem to be wearing skirts quite a lot these days. I shiver as my lower body encounters the bulge in his jeans and an aroused moan unintentionally escapes from my lips. God, what this man does to me!
I barely have time to adjust to the change in position before his nimble fingers make their way under the thin material of my panties and brush my clit lightly as he pulls them to one side. I feel like I'm about to explode as I wait for him to unzip his jeans, one-handed, and free himself from their confines. His hand returns to my butt and he supports me as I pull a secretly stashed condom from my bra, tear it open and roll it onto him. With a sigh of pleasure on both our parts, I lower my body and sink down onto him. God, this is heaven. I can't believe I had to wait a whole weekend for this.
He begins thrusting into me eagerly and I wind my arms around his neck, cupping his head as I lean in to kiss him frantically. After several moments, he pulls away and looks at me with a pleading expression. I fight the urge to roll my eyes, as I already know exactly what he wants. With a faint smile, I reach for my top and unbutton it slowly, knowing that I'm most likely torturing him with my languid actions. My suspicion is confirmed when his hands squeeze my butt more forcefully and his thrusts become more impatient. Moving a little quicker, I pull my shirt open and undo the front clasp of my bra, exposing my bare breasts to his hungry gaze. I move my hands to my chest and cup the two globes of warm flesh. Unhurriedly, I massage and squeeze them, occasionally flicking my thumbs across the hardening nipples. I watch his face contort in pleasure at the sight before him and in return, he slips one hand round to stroke my clit. That's all it takes. Less than a second later, he's moving frantically inside me, as I roll my hips to match his rhythm and his lips take the place of my hands on my flesh. I can feel my release building up and I know that he's close too. As a final gesture, I reach down to cup his balls in my hand, stroking them softly with my fingers, something that never fails to send him over the edge.
"Oh, God!" he moans quietly, so as not to disturb anyone outside the room. "Yes! Yes!"
His fingers quicken their movements on my clit, causing my orgasm to wash over me. With one final thrust, we fall apart in each other's arms, clinging to each other as we ride out the overwhelming waves of pleasure.
It takes several minutes for my breathing to return to normal. I slide down his body as he carefully lowers my legs to the floor. We barely look at each other as he pulls off the condom and tucks himself back into his jeans as I fasten my bra and button my shirt. He's ready before me and moves to the door.
"Same time tomorrow?" he asks with a wink.
I just nod and watch him disappear through the door. Once he's gone, I finish tidying myself up, pick up my bag and make my way to homeroom.