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Lessons	By : Poppets Category: M through R > Roswell Views: 1305 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Lesson 3: Liz's never ridden a motorbike before, Michael is more than willing to teach her.

"Have you ever been on a motorbike?" Michael startled Liz out of her highly x-rated day dreams as he bounded across her balcony.
"Hello to you too, Michael. Oh yes, I'm fine, thanks for asking."
"Fine, smartarse. Hi, how are you? Now, answer my question."
"You really do have great social skills," she huffed, "and no, I've never ridden on a motorbike."
"Well, here's your chance. Consider this your next lesson." Grabbing her hand, he yanked her out of her chair and herded her down the fire escape and over to his waiting motorbike.
"I don't know," Liz protested.
"Oh, come on, it'll be fun."
He was so excited, that she really couldn't say no. "Alright, lets go."
"Great, put this on," he instructed, handing her his spare helmet, while climbing onto the bike. "Okay, now climb up behind me," Michael instructed.
She quickly followed his instructions, but didn't know what to do with her hands. "Michael, where should I place my hands?"
Michael chuckled, "I could think of a few places, but perhaps it would be safer, for both of us, if you just wrapped them around my waist."
"Okay."
Michael nearly groaned as her small hands slid across his chest, before settling just above the waistband of his jeans, much too close to very volatile territory.
"Uh, Liz," Michael managed to choke out, "maybe you should put your hands a bit higher."
"Oh, sorry," she would have sounded contrite, if not for the grin he could hear in her voice.
"Now," he said, "hang on tight. The most important thing you need to remember is to follow me; lean when I lean. Don't try to resist the movement of the bike. Got all that?"
"Yep."
"Ready, to go?"
"Definitely."
Michael started up the bike, guiding it slowly at first until Liz relaxed, then accelerating quickly once they reached the open road.
Liz had always thought she'd be petrified riding a motorbike, but instead she felt exhilarated. In a way, it felt like she was flying, experiencing the amazing speed, and being able to feel the wind rushing around her, so very different to travelling in a car.
She loved the feel of the barely leashed power between her legs. It was nearly as good as the feel of Michael between her legs.
Liz groaned as that image popped vividly into her mind. She couldn't resist pressing herself closer to Michael, rubbing her aroused nipples against his back, her fingers stroking his chest through his top. Liz grinned as Michael shuddered when he realised that riding his motorbike was turning her on.
Liz had to hold on tight as Michael made a sudden turn, heading into the desert. Michael pulled over as soon as they were out of sight of the highway.
Before the bike had even come to a complete stop, Michael had managed to haul Liz off the bike and deposit her in front of him, so that their positions were reversed, her back now pressed to his chest.
"So, you were enjoying the ride, were you?" Michael murmured in her ear as his hands crept beneath her top, palming her breasts.
"Mmm, yeah." Liz moaned, her head dropping back onto Michael's shoulder.
Michael attached his lips to her neck, sucking fervently at her skin, and Liz knew that she would be needing a lot of concealer the next day to cover the hickey he was leaving behind.
Liz felt a sudden breeze on her lower half and glanced down to see that Michael had made her jeans and panties disappear, but she couldn't find it in her to get angry, his lips and hands were much too distracting in the amount of pleasure they were providing.
One of Michael's hands trailed down Liz's stomach and between her thighs, his fingers parting her folds so one long finger could delve inside the warm, wet depths of her core.
Liz whimpered, her body writhing against Michael's, unconsciously rubbing against his erection, which was nestled against her bottom.
Michael groaned, "Shit, Liz. Are you trying to kill me?"
Liz's chuckle was strained, "You're asking me that question? I'm the one who's about to die. Oh, god," she gasped as Michael added a second and then third finger to the one that was already buried to the knuckle inside her.
"Michael, I need you inside me, please," she begged.
He quickly removed his hands from her body, and practically tore his pants open in his desperation to be inside her. "Hold onto the handles," he ground out as he grasped her hips, lifting her up.
Liz did as he instructed, holding on tight as he lowered her down onto his throbbing erection.
They both moaned at the feel of him buried deep inside of her. Michael took control of their movements, raising and lowering her over him. It wasn't long before Liz could no longer stand the slow controlled movements, so she took over, riding Michael hard and fast. The motorbike rocking as they strove to completion.
Liz reached one hand up, over her head, and grasped Michael's head, pulling his lips down to hers as she twisted to meet him. Their lips and tongues met hungrily, fighting for dominance, as Liz continued to mover over Michael faster and faster.
Michael's hands left Liz's hips, pinching her nipples roughly. A scream burst from Liz's lips as the world exploded behind her eyelids, her body feeling as though it had splintered into a million pieces.
The pleasure was so exquisite, she was only dimly aware of Michael's own shout of triumph as he emptied himself into her.
It was several minutes before either of them regained enough energy to move. With a groan Michael lifted Liz off himself, waving a hand over her lower half, he replaced her clothing, and then snuggled her up against his side.
"So, what did you learn in your lesson today?" Michael couldn't resist asking.
Liz grinned cheekily, "That riding is a whole lot of fun."
Michael chuckled, "Learning is a lot more fun when you're the teacher. I can't wait for my next lesson."
The End.
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