"What are you looking at," she demanded.
"You," he answered. "I don't know how to tell you this, but you're cute."
She pounded his arm. "I'll cute you into next Sunday."
"Hey, it's nothing to be ashamed of."
"Who said I'm ashamed?"
"You're blushing." She was, too. Her cheeks had turned a bright pink. Amazing.
"I am not."
He went to the dressing table and picked up a hand-held mirror. "Look at yourself."
She took the mirror and tossed it back down on the table.
He laughed. "Don't get all Bela Lugosi on me, breaking mirrors. You're cute, and your blushing. End of story."
"Did you ask to sleep here so that you could embarrass me?"
He put his arms around her and pulled her against him. It felt different here from how it did in the Slutgrotto or the Maserati. Those were places where she wore her tough persona. Here, she was more like a young woman, accepting a man as her lover for the first time. And he was a man - bigger and stronger than she was. And worthy of his protector role. He'd better not tell her that, of course, or she'd probably deck him. She was still a superhero, after all.
"Why don't we go sleep in your room?" she said. "It's probably floor-to-ceiling comic books and computer games."
"Don't forget action figures and dinosaurs."
"You're such a guy."
"Wanna watch some football?"
"Some other time."
"I tell you what," he said. "I'd like to get into bed and watch you brush your hair."
She knocked her knuckles against the side of his head. "There's something seriously wrong with you."
He kissed her forehead. "Humor me."
"Whatever."
He went to the bed, tossed aside all the extra pillows, and climbed in. "Go ahead."
"Brush my hair?" she said.
"I want to watch."
“Whatever cranks your tractor.“ She sat at the dressing table, her perfect ass making an upside-down valentine against the stool. Stretching out to watch, he rested back and propped his head on his hands against the regular pillow. Her dark hair went to her shoulders, but with a little imagination, he could picture it trailing down her back. The same agility that made her an able warrior also gave her a natural grace as she pulled the brush through her curls, her arm going in an arch as she worked. The very picture of a woman preparing herself to join her man in bed. Exactly what he'd hoped for when he'd asked for permission to sleep next to her. He couldn't have expected this perfection, however.
"Do you have a negligee?" he asked.
She turned. "I'm naked. You want me to put something on?"
"I'd like to see it on you," he said. "And then, I'd like to take it off."
"Don't get any romantic ideas."
"Perish the thought."
"I mean it, Jason."
"Come on,” he said. “Put on the negligee."
"I don't know why I'm doing this." She huffed, got up, and went to her closet. After a few seconds, she pulled out something on a hanger. It nearly floated as she swung it around, swept up by frills and enough lace to make a young bride weep with jealousy. Startling white. It was the sort of thing you'd expect a woman to wear on her honeymoon. Jason's heart thudded in his chest while his breath caught. The two things together would otherwise have sent him to the emergency room, except for the fact he had a perfectly good reason for the reaction - Felicity.
After setting the hanger aside, she whooshed the negligee over her head and let it settle down around her body. The gown by itself was one miracle. The gown with Felicity's body in it created a whole new reality. Her curves changed the divine to the sinful. The neckline plunged into the valley between her breasts, and the silk fabric clung to her hips. No stick figure, his Felicity. All flesh and all woman, and the male parts of him reacted immediately. This would be fun.
"Satisfied?" she asked.
"Oh, yeah." He couldn't help but grin like a maniac. Rolling onto his side, he checked her out from another angle. The view was just as glorious from here. He patted the pillow next to his. "Come hither."
"We're going to have to practice some martial arts tomorrow so you remember who you're dealing with."
"I never forget."
She gave him a little half-smile as she walked to the bed, pulled down the covers, and slid in beside him. "Hit the light, will you?"
"Nope. I want to watch."
"Watch what?"
"I want to watch every inch of you as I make love to you," he said.
She reached her arms to him. "Is that so?"
Propping himself on his elbows, he rolled onto her. "Do you know how beautiful you are?"
"Show me."
For starters, her kissed her. Gently at first, the way a woman ought to be seduced. Her lips were soft and warm under his own. Tentative, playing with him. Fine, he could enjoy this for a while. They could spend hours making love, even though the sun would come up pretty soon. Watching the sky lighten while he moved inside her would add another erotic experience to the list of all this woman had shown him. They could sleep after that, tangled together.
When her mouth got more assertive with his and she sighed with pleasure, he tipped his head for a better fit and made the kiss into something hotter. Innocent or not, this woman could make him crazy with lust in ten seconds flat. It had been a long night, with a lot of fucking, but his member could respond once again if it meant watching her flush with arousal and hearing her cries of completion. While he continued melding her mouth with his, he pushed the negligee over one shoulder and down her arm to expose the skin underneath. When he had that bare, he lifted his head and stared into her face. Already, she'd closed her eyes, and her breath came shallow and fast between parted lips moistened by his own.
She never faked it. Ever. The fact gave him a masculine pride that made him want to shout from the rooftops about his ability to perform, when in reality, she created what happened between them with her incredible sexuality. He was the luckiest guy on Earth.
Now that he'd started undressing her, he bent and kissed her shoulder all the way to the base of her neck. Almost on auto-pilot, his hand wandered to her breast. Sweet, sweet flesh. When he cupped it and flicked his thumb over the nipple, she gasped, arching her back.
"I don't know why you wanted me dressed," she whispered.
"It's much more sinful this way."
After a bit, he moved the fabric down her arm enough to allow her to pull it free. That also released her breast, so he moved downward and licked all around the nipple before taking it into his mouth. Her fingers went into his hair - a sure sign of approval. Maybe she had a point about the gown. It looked really great on her, but if he didn't take it off her soon, she'd end up all tangled up in it. So, he worked himself lower, bunching up the hem in his hands as he went.
For a moment, he had to take the time to worship her pussy. She’d spread her legs, encouraging him, and he placed his face between her thighs. The lips waited for him, swollen to open like a flower. He teased them apart with his tongue and found her clit. One firm swipe over it, and she gave him one of those cries that told him he'd hit the right spot.
For a while, he stayed right where he was, teasing her hot button until her hips started to move and he had to hold her against his face. A thoroughly aroused woman, sensual enough to drive his own excitement to the point where he'd have to get inside her soon or go crazy.
The gown had to come off. He eased it upward, and she squirmed to help him. She had to sit up to get it over her shoulders, but in a moment, he had her completely naked. They twined themselves around each other - one creature with a powerful hunger driving them. Before he entered her, before he thrust his swollen member into her, he slipped his fingers between her pussy lips, testing her heat and her moisture. Again, he brushed her clit, and again, she responded with a cry, louder than before. He could do that over and over and over, but she’d probably kill him for making her wait.
Time to get serious. He positioned himself between her legs, the tip of his cock at the entrance to her pussy. Her eyes opened for a moment, but as he eased himself inside, she closed them again and made a loud “ahhh” of pleasure. What a sight she made as he finally entered her fully, all the way to the root of his tool. Her skin had turned a hot pink, and she was breathing hard, the picture of feminine fulfillment. He began moving slowly, stroking her inner muscles with his member. Her legs wrapped around him, and she pulled her pelvis upward as if afraid she’d lose him if she didn’t hang on. Not much chance of that.
If he wasn’t careful, he’d develop Feelings for this woman, and she’d never put up with that. He’d better continue with the charade that he was a coworker and no more. No way would he allow himself to lose bed privileges. But for just this moment, he could watch her face register her rising passion and imagine that she felt the same way he did.
“Jason,” she cried.
“Felicity.”
“What are you waiting for?”
“Hm?”
“Fuck me. Fuck me good and hard,” she said.
“You’re the boss.” Enough with the sentimentality. He picked up the pace, moving in and out in deep, strong thrusts. She strained against him, matching his rhythm. Her muscles squeezed him in a way that would steal his control in another minute. Still, he kept at her as if he could nail her to the bed. Damn, but it was good. So fucking good.
“Don‘t stop,” she whispered. “I mean it.”
“Never.” But this would all end at some point, and if she kept gripping him in her wet heat, he might not be able to put it off much longer.
“Jeeze…ohgod…I’m going to come.”
Now, please.
“Yes, yes,” she cried, her voice rising. “Yessssssssss!”
All hell broke loose in her pussy. She clamped down on him and then burst into spasms all along the length of his shaft. So powerful, they launched him into another universe, blinding him with lust. His own climax started in his balls and then rushed through him. His voice joined hers as semen shot from him in one wave after another. It stretched on for long seconds as the they clutched at each other in a mutual orgasm that shook his bones.
When it finally ended, his muscles dissolved into soup, and he collapsed on top of her. Yeah, he wasn’t supposed to do that, but dayum, what choice did he have? She’d turned him into mush.
“Holy shit,” he said finally. “You’re really going to kill me someday.”
“Then, I’ll have to resurrect you. Nobody does it like you, kiddo.”
Okay, he’d skip the “kiddo” and concentrate on the “Nobody does it like you” part. Right now, he couldn’t find the strength to argue, anyway. As he managed to roll off her and flip onto his back, the first light of day crept in through the window.
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Have Felicity and Jason forgotten about Blanche down in the Slutgrotto? Who does she work for, and what do they have planned for Wonderslut and The Piston? And how can our heroes get the information from her?
Copyright Alice Gaines, 2011
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