Wicked Wednesday 287 – Muse – (Ropes)

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His pet was a beauty to him. Ephemeral and lovely in her cuffs and collar and nothing else. He loved the way her ass reddened from the sting of his toys, the way she wiggled and jumped at each stroke. Her obedience to him was as flawless as she could make it and he loved her so, as she loved him. She was the Jane to his Edward.

They were the inspiration for one another to live as they did and to love as they did and so it was that they fell deeper and deeper into the roles of artist and muse. He drew patterns on her body in wax, elicited music from her passionate cries, and came alive when she was with him. She craved these moments when she was his canvas and cherished them as no other.

One night, at a party, they were giving a demonstration. She was a living work of art, bound in rope, by the desire simmering in the room, and she was all his to show off with intricate ties and carefully placed knots. Before he was done the room began to buzz with energy. One submissive knelt and the wet sucking sounds of a blowjob could be heard. It only added to tension in the room. Another was bent over the back of a chair, trying not to moan as they were fucked ever so gently while watching the scene before them unfold. As the ties were completed and she was held like a bird suspended and swinging he reached for her, kissing her before sending her spinning slowly around, to display his art. And he he began to whisper to her, all the things he was going to do to her once he untied her. How she was going to suck him and if she was a good girl he’d let her come for him. How he wanted to flog her beautiful ass. They became entirely unaware of the room around them and gradually his fingers found her wet, hungry pussy.

That they were being watched was of no import. He traced a pattern against her skin, a secret “I love you”, and slipped a single finger inside of her, feeling how wet she was, how ready. He finger fucked her slowly, watching her try to squirm in the ropes. He wrapped an arm around her, pulling her close to him and kissed her neck, while adding another finger to her pussy. Gods, she was amazing and so was he. Gradually the room stilled from its debauchery once more to watch another scene unfold before them. Soon her cries echoed in the silence and she bucked her hips against the ropes and his fingers as best she could, her body begging for more. Another finger. He whispered her name. She looked at him, her desire evident to all present and held his gaze, knowing what he wanted. And she nodded, just once.

Slowly, a fourth finger joined the rest and gradually as she rocked and cried out, her body opened to him. And he slid his hand inside of her her. She froze, her only movement coming from the gentle swing of the ropes as an orgasm washed through her body. Her cries became a low moan and the room watched her come for him. He moved slowly, fisting her gently, carefully, but never stopping those movements. She would come for him again.

And as she hung there, his art, his love, he drove her higher and again she gave that deep, satisfied moan as her entire body trembled in the ropes and her head dropped to hide her face. Carefully he slipped free of her body and began to untie her, unwinding her bonds and freeing her to fall into him. She did so and he carried her to a quiet corner where the was a blanket waiting with some water and a snack someone had left there. Wrapping her and holding her close he murmured soft words and caressed her warm skin. She was his muse and she had served him well.

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Wicked Wednesday 286 – Wedding Night

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Allen and Lana had a small, but relatively fancy wedding; a concession to Lana’s mother who had wanted to go huge and invite everybody and then some. Instead she suffered a small wedding that she got to plan and boy could she plan. But this isn’t really about Allen and Lana’s wedding, although it went off without a hitch and was quite lovely.

Allen and Lana arrived at the small private cottage at an exclusive resort in the mountains and Lana laughed as Allen insisted upon carrying her across the threshold even though this wasn’t really home. She had a feeling he’d try it again when they got home though. They relaxed and began to unwind with one another talking about nothing much at all. Allen built a fire and they sat in front of the flames arm in arm.

It began with a soft kiss. A gentle touch. His fingers in her red hair. “I love you Mrs. Green.” Lana smiled at that, “I like it. Tell me again.” “I love you Mrs. Green.” “And I love you Mr. Green.” They chuckled and snuggled closer still kissing in front of the fire. But the fire wasn’t the only thing keeping them warm. Heavy with the emotion that hung in the air and heavy with desire for one another the soft kisses gradually turned more urgent and demanding. Lana made the first move tonight, her deft fingers beginning to unbutton the soft black shirt he’d changed into after the ceremony. Quickly she had her hands planted against his bare chest and slid them up to his shoulders to remove the shirt completely. She leaned down and covered his chest in soft, chaste kisses that worked their way ever closer to the top of his pants before making her way back up to kiss him again on the lips. He ran his hands down her back to squeeze her ass and they both groaned softly. “I want you, I need you.” And he kissed her fiercely before pulling her over top of him.

Their bodies ground together insistently as lips touched and hands tugged and pulled at clothing. Finally they were both nude, Lana’s expensive lingerie forgotten in the other room where she’d meant to change, but the urgency was too much. Allen sat up, looking at his beautiful bride for a moment before trailing burning kisses along her skin. He worshipped her nude body from her toes to the top of her head, leaving her squirming and breathless under his touches and kisses. She stared up at him with those grey eyes, her love and need for him obvious on her face. He gave her another once over and whispered, “I can’t wait. I need you now.”

And with a gentle kiss he settled himself between her welcoming thighs, sliding his cock inside of her. Lana moaned for him, arching her hips against his touch and pulled him close. “More.” And her legs wrapped around him tightly. There was no slowness or patience between them just an ever growing urgency as they fucked. He drove deeply into her and her body quivered around him. Lana’s head thrashed wildly and she squeezed her legs tighter, wanting everything Allen could give and he gave her exactly what she was asking for. Soon their movements became more frantic, more out of sync; Lana’s voice was a quiet, constant moan, and Allen’s was a whisper urging her on. As an orgasm ripped through her the dirty words that left his mouth became an, “I love you.” and that only made her writhe harder, tightening and squeezing around him, her legs a vice around his body at the same time.

As Lana came back to herself she stared at up at him. “I love you too. Now do that again.” He laughed softly and kissed her once more. As she let her legs relax, splayed out around him, he began to move slowly, teasing her, wanting to draw out the experience. She wiggled her hips and held him closer to her, her voice soft and decidedly naughty, “Allen James Green, stop being a tease and just fuck your wife.” And she gave him a cheeky grin. Between the look on her face and her words he was undone and began to fuck her urgently as she pressed her heels into the ground driving her hips against his. She reached between them, her fingers finding her clit and Allen stopped to watch her for a moment before he forced himself to move again. “I want to watch you make yourself come for me later. You’ll do that won’t you, wife?” His voice ended on a soft growl that Lana loved and she moaned a yes as he drove her ever closer to another earth shattering orgasm. It built more slowly this time, his body looming over hers in the firelight, their shadows echoing the couple’s movements. Lana wrapped her free hand around Allen’s neck and pulled him down for a kiss, her hips and fingers never ceasing their motion. That kiss was his final undoing as her tongue tangled with his. His hips bucked against hers and she could feel how close he was. “Do it. I want to feel you come inside me for the first time.” Allen threw his head back and they both moaned as he lost control. That drove Lana to another orgasm and she held onto him tightly, riding it out.

After a long moment, they settled back onto the carpet rolling so Lana was wrapped in Allen’s arms and snuggled together in front of the fire. Lana smiled lazily. “I love you. And I love the way you feel inside me. We need to do that more often.” Allen laughed and stroked her hair. “Oh we will, love. We will.”

There are several more stories in this series and they can be found here, here, here, and here. Enjoy!

Wicked Wednesday 282 – Mirror – (Reflections of a Woman)

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Lexi sighed and ran her hands down her body. She was curvy yes, but she was also chubby, no not chubby, fat in all the wrong places. Spinning around she looked over her shoulder at herself and let out another sigh. At least, she thought, her ass filled out a pair of jeans nicely. But she certainly couldn’t see in herself what her boyfriend James seemed to see, not even when she stared at herself in the mirror as she was doing now. Another sigh escaped her and she wandered over to her closet trying to find something to wear for a casual date.

Finding nothing that appealed to her, she walked back over to the mirror and stared some more. “What does he see,” she whispered. Another round of staring at herself from any angle she could manage and she fell back onto the bed behind her, depressed, curious, and well aware that she was going to be late for her evening unless she got moving.

“Mirror, mirror on the wall…” she muttered to herself as she got back up to take a stab at finding something to wear. They were just going bowling so she could get away with jeans she thought and slipped her favorite pair over her black lace boy shorts. Now to find a shirt. Hmm, that’s it. V-neck shirts always showed off her cleavage nicely and if James enjoyed the view so much then she may as well give him something to look at. She laughed as she swiped her lips in berry pink, grabbed her bag, and went to wait for James. His knock came at the door only moments later.

When she opened the door he enveloped her in a hug and a kiss before pulling away to smile at her. “You look ravishing as always.” And a s always, Lexi blushed a bit at his compliment, although she was getting a little better at accepting them. She still had those doubt though and tonight they were in full force just like they’d been on their first date. Lexi did her best to push them away, but she was pensive on the ride to the bowling alley, thinking about how she wasn’t exactly a ten on the attractiveness scale and how she measured up or didn’t measure up and generally tearing herself down despite how hard James was trying to help build her up. Those were her thoughts and when they reached the bowling alley, James stopped her from getting out and took her hands.

“Look Lexi, I know exactly what you’ve been thinking about the entire way here and I wish you could see what I do. You’re beautiful and you don’t even know it. And if my guess is correct, you agonized over what to wear all day and spent some time staring into the mirror and generally berating yourself for not being perfect or skinny. But I don’t care if you don’t measure up to the world’s vision of perfect. You’re my vision of perfect. OK?” She nodded trying not to cry at the sweet words and squeezed his hands. “You’re right, I’ve spent all day ruminating on how I look and how I fail to measure up and everything that comes to mind of that nature. I know I’m fat, I know not everyone is going to like me or want me or even be nice to me. I’ve experienced enough shame about my body to last a lifetime and it some ways it probably will. But you help me try to be better. Now let’s go bowling.”

The pair played a few lightly competitive games (they were both terrible bowlers it turned out) before James decided enough was enough. He stopped Lexi from setting up the next game and told her to stop and look across the room. He covertly pointed out that she was being watched by a man several lanes over. “That’s not disgust Lexi. He’s wondering if we’re together or if we’re just friends. He finds you attractive.” The moment she glanced up the man looked away quickly as though he’d been caught in the act. Lexi looked at James. “Seriously? We’re on a date and you’re pointing out guys checking me out?” He laughed softly. “I just want you to know that I’m not the only one in the world that finds you desirable my dear. That’s all.” He pulled her closer and gave her a rather possessive kiss. “Let’s go back to my place.”

They turned in their ugly rented shoes and left. Lexi began to anticipate having some fun with James, even though she was feeling extra insecure tonight. She almost dreaded taking her clothes off, although he’d seen her naked before and he hadn’t shied away. She was just too deep in her own head. She hoped she could relax.

James poured them both a glass of wine and watched Lexi drink hers more quickly than usual. He took it as a sing that she was eager for him and smiled. Perhaps his little speech in the car had some effect after all. He sat the glass aside and pulled her close to him for another kiss. Before too long her shirt was off and his clothing followed until they were both nude on his couch. James knelt down and kissed his way up Lexi’s legs, enjoying the feel of her skin and finding a sensitive spot just behind her right knee. They’d had sex, but he hadn’t gone down on her yet and that made her nervous too. What if he didn’t like her vulva or clit, what if she was just too fat there too? What if, what if what if?

And then he kissed her clit and she sighed gently. James smiled up at her although she wasn’t watching him and continued to tease her with small kisses, nibbles, and tiny licks here and there. He wanted her to ask for this. To relax enough to enjoy herself. Gradually her legs opened wider and she gathered up the courage to look down at him as he sucked gently at her. Their eyes met and she could see naked desire in his, while he saw the fear in hers. “You know we can always stop,” he reminded her. “I…I don’t want you to stop. Please…” He smiled at her again and finally, given permission, he fairly dove into her, lifting her thighs over his shoulders so her could bury his face against her skin.

Lexi shivered at the feelings he gave her and began to whimper and gasp, slowly getting louder and louder as she neared that edge. He murmured words that she couldn’t make out against her skin and the vibrations were enough. She arched her back, thrusting her body towards him as her orgasm took her breath away. James looked up at the satiated and wanton looking woman on his couch and grinned. He wondered if she knew he’d been telling her he loved her. He took her to bed then and took her over and over that night, always driving her to higher peaks than before.

Wicked Wednesday 272 – Black and White – (The Socialite and the Mechanic)

On the outside, she had it all. Her life was a whirlwind of glittering galas and charity balls. Her time was filled with social engagements and bad dates with men as rich as she. But those men bored her. She wanted something, someone real, and authentic in her life. Something beyond the boredom of charity work and ribbon cutting ceremonies. But she never knew where to look.

He was a mechanic and while his childhood had been stable and happy, they’d never had much. He scoffed to see these people on television or in glossy magazines, posing in clothes that could’ve paid his monthly mortgage twice over. But he had a good heart and never could resist a damsel in distress.

The teal 430i BMW rolled into his lot just about closing time and Allen rolled his eyes. Probably some jerk looking to get work done and they’d get angry when Allen said they were closed. Not what he wanted to deal with on a Friday night. He just wanted to go home, have a beer, watch the game, and unwind after a long week. As Allen got closer to the car, he could clearly see that the driver had a flat tire. He figured he’d stay and fix it; a flat never took long. His decision was cemented when a pretty redhead with grey eyes climbed from the vehicle. As she approached him, clearly upset, he smiled at her. “I don’t bite I promise. Any idea what you hit?” She shook her head slightly, “Not a clue. I just felt the car start to pull to the side and figured it needed looked at. I wasn’t even sure it was a flat tire.” And she laughed nervously. “But I see you’re closed up for the night. Can I leave it here and have you take a look Monday?” He arched an eyebrow, genuinely surprised at how down to earth she seemed, for driving such a spoiled rich girl sort of car.

“Actually, a flat won’t take long and you look like you’re on your way somewhere. I can fix this up in a few minutes and you can be on your way.” She grinned at him and gave a naughty giggle. “Take your time, I’m trying to avoid a bad date my mom set me up with. Here let me get a picture of the tire…” And she began to furiously text for a moment, clearly explaining to the date that she couldn’t make it and why, complete with picture. “There, that’s one to cross off my list. And she laughed more freely this time, with him joining her. “I don’t know you, but I’d say you’re a devious little minx for that trick.” “Oh, where are my manners? My name is Lana Eggleston.” He nodded, “Allen Green. Nice to meet you Lana.”

The following Tuesday Lana’s cell phone rang with an unfamiliar number. “Hello?” “Hello, is this Lana? It’s Allen from Green’s Auto, I just wanted to let you know that your car is all fixed up and ready to go.” “Oh thank you! I’ll be down soon to pick it up.”

On the cab ride over to pick up the car she caught herself thinking about Allen and how handsome he’d been even in oil stained jeans and a grimy t-shirt, his hands black from his work. He seemed so down to earth and calm. So unlike the smooth talking men her mother seemed to think she’d prefer. Paying the cabbie she stepped out to see her baby parked in the lot and went inside to settle the bill. Allen waved her off, saying the work was on the house and she looked at him “At least let me take you to dinner. Your choice, my treat.”

They enjoyed dinner that night and quickly became an unlikely pair. They were just friends at first, sharing dinners, texting casually back and forth, and getting to know one another. Neither of them noticed when it happened, but the blue collar boy from the wrong side of town and the ball organizing socialite began to fall for one another. Lana knew it first when she was sitting next to him on his couch, drinking a beer and watching a football game and she realized that this could be her forever and she’d be happy with it. She tentatively scooted closer to him on the couch and his arm fell around her quite naturally in a gentle hug. As she settled against him and he smelled her hair and felt her small frame pressed to his he knew it too. “Lana…,” His voice was a hoarse whisper and she looked up at him, long enough to see the depths of his chocolate brown eyes before he pulled her into a full embrace his lips on hers.

They just seemed to fit right together and she nestled against him, putting all of the emotions she was feeling into the kiss they shared. Allen shifted his weight so he could stand with her in his arms and carried her to his bedroom, never breaking the kiss until he lowered her to her feet and looked at her seriously. “Are you sure?” “Are you?” And they kissed again knowing they were both absolutely certain. Moving slowly they undressed one another kissing and touching each new place as it was revealing. She learned that he liked his nipples played with and he learned that kissing the back of her right knee, but only her right knee made her shiver in delight. And that was only the beginning.

Finally they laid down together, still kissing, touching, and exploring. Slowly he kissed and nibbled at her fair skin as she caressed his tanned arms and ran her fingers through his slightly shaggy mahogany colored hair. They knew one another most intimately eventually and were both eager. There was the tear of a foil packet and a few moments later Allen hovered over Lana, looking down at her with such love on his face.

She hooked her legs around his, pulling him closer to her and they made love. It wasn’t fucking (that would come later), but this was slow and gentle, savored by them both. Growing closer to orgasm Lana grew more frantic and bucked her hips against his, only to have him hold her still and shake his head gently at her. And he moved in and out slower than before, easing her, drawing it out, wanting to watch her face as she found her pleasure. A gasp escaped her lips and she moaned his name. He grinned and suddenly rocked back and forth harder and watched her eyes shatter into a million tiny pieces as an orgasm rushed over her. He wanted to give her one more, but that feeling of her wrapped tightly around him was too much and his own orgasm followed, his eyes closed in total bliss before he moved to lie beside her on the bed and snuggle against her. They cuddled there, whispering sweet nothings, until finally sleep claimed them both.

Playtime

Nick walked in the front door and smiled as he heard soft gasps and moans coming from upstairs. Apparently Hilary had slipped out of work a bit early to have a bit of fun. He thought he’d sneak upstairs and surprise his wife; perhaps offer a hand or other body parts and he chuckled softly to himself. Quietly he made his way upstairs, listening to the noises growing louder as he moved.

Smiling, he walked into their bedroom just in time to watch her explode into an orgasm, her eyes closed, body taut and then limp after a long moment. “Well, my dear, I was coming to offer a hand but it doesn’t seem that you need one,” he quipped. Hilary opened her eyes in surprise and then smiled invitingly at Nick. “Oh I think I need more than a hand. Come play with me.” Nick returned his wife’s smile and stripped quickly, before sliding into bed next to her.

He kissed her tenderly and pulled her close to him; his hands tracing her body. She was soft and warm and still trembling from that orgasm he’d watched. All he wanted was to see her like that again, preferably this time because of him. Their kisses deepened and Hilary moaned softly, rubbing her body against Nick’s. She had been horny all day long and him catching her mid-orgasm had only turned her on more. She wanted him. Her hands dug into his skin as she wriggling against him and when she felt his cock stiffen and twitch against her she laughed softly, tore her lips from his, and whispered, “Fuck me.” Nick shook his head and lowered it to her breasts where he alternated sucking first one nipple and then the other, while his hands roamed over whatever parts of her he could reach. His touch set her skin on fire and every time he sucked or bit at her nipples it sent an electrifying shock through her body.

Nick slipped one hand between them and ran his fingers through the tight curls of Hilary’s unshaven mound. She pressed herself against his hand and he gently touched her clit, finding her ready and wiling and began to rub his fingers across her skin, already slick with her juices. “Yes…oh yes.” His touch would increase for a moment before coming almost to a stop, teasing her; he enjoyed her squirming against him, wanting more than he was going to give right at that second. Nick rested his thumb against her clit, gently rubbing against it as a finger drew ever shrinking circles around her pussy. Her wetness was seeping from her and he was going to fuck his wife. But not without making her come for him.

Hilary relaxed into his touch and held onto him, planting tiny kisses wherever she could reach his skin and he purred low in his throat at the feeling. He loved the feel of her lips on his skin. Giving her no warning he quickly plunged two fingers inside of her, fluttering them rapidly against her, before drawing them out and offering them to her. She sucked his fingers into her mouth, tasting herself and sighed softly as he pulled them away. Nick grinned and kissed her, enjoying the taste of her as well and tweaked both nipples before making his way back down to play with her gorgeous, pink pussy. Two fingers in and out, not enough, teasing her and Hilary bucked her hips rocking them back and forth to the rhythm he had set, trying to reach the orgasm she so clearly wanted.

While his fingers fucked her pussy, he held onto her, kissing her fiercely and rubbing his thumb back and forth, maddeningly slowly, across her clit. She gasped and squirmed still riding those two fingers and pulled away from his kisses to almost beg for more. He smiled at her and kissed her again, never ceasing his movements. She growled in simple frustration between kisses and it made him grin against her lips. Their tongues dueled together and Hilary wanted to just beg for another orgasm, but that was proving useless. They were moving at his pace and Nick was enjoying pushing her harder and higher and further before she came for him. Another tiny noise escaped her lips and he loved to hear it. He wanted more of those noises and gently added a third finger to her dripping pussy. She hissed with need and her hips began to rock back and forth nearly as hard as possibly, as he fucked her, kissed her, loved her.

This time it was Nick who broke the kiss and whispered to her, “Come for me.” Hilary’s eyes grew wide at his words and she froze then as he fingered her harder and faster until abruptly, that orgasm she had been chasing washed through her body and she squealed as her hips moved against Nick’s fingers of their own accord at this point. She thrashed about in his grip and he watched her orgasm, smiling a deeply satisfied smile. Hilary collapsed back into Nick’s arms and smiled up at him. “Please tell you’re not done with me?” He laughed and kissed the woman he loved. “Hell, no darlin’. I’m gonna fuck you til you can’t see straight.”

Homecoming

He’d driven through a snowstorm to get to her and drove through it again to take her home. They barely made it upstairs with her luggage as exhaustion consumed them both. Crawling into bed with the intention of sleep was the only thing on either of their minds. But when they shared a kiss goodnight, it quickly became more than just a kiss.

Arms and legs tangled, lips met over and over, and she was so ready for him. His fingers found her wetness as they kissed, tongues tussling back and forth and he wanted to take her badly. He pulled lips from hers, fingering her pussy and whispered in her ear. “Come for me, so I can eat you.” Her body arched and as soon as her brain processed his words that long-awaited orgasm hit her like a freight train. And he lowered his mouth to taste her, licking her inner thighs at first then simply burying his head between them. She couldn’t help her moans and hoped they didn’t wake the neighbors. Her second orgasm ripped through her body and she lifted her hips from the bed, her back arched high before  falling back to catch her breath.

He waited for her, patiently, to be ready for him again when she sat up suddenly and gave him a naughty grin and growled, “My turn.” They tussled across the bed laughing and eventually she came out on top and took his cock into her pussy, clenching her muscles all the way down. Her hips rocked back and forth a steady slow motion that made them both gasp with pleasure. She leaned down and whispered in his ear. “Don’t come. I wanna suck you off and taste it.” He groaned and gave her an almost pained look. A naughty smile and a kiss was her only answer as she continued to ride his cock, chasing her own orgasm. He trapped her in his arms when she kissed him and began thrusting his hips hard forcing the much chased orgasm from her body. He swore softly, holding very still for her as she shuddered and he felt her muscles moving against him. Gods, she felt good.

Moving slowly, she slid off of his cock and immediately moved to take him in her mouth. She moaned softly tasting her own juices and sucked harder, before resorting to teasing him slowly with her lips and tongue. She knew he was more than ready for her, but she wanted to take her time and enjoy him because it felt like ages that she’d touched, although she’d only been gone about three weeks. That had been three weeks too long without him. And she wanted him to know that. So she showed him gently, lovingly watching his face as he relaxed into the pleasure. And then she purred around his dick and he almost shot straight up in bed moaning at the vibrations that produced. Looking up at him she innocently asked if she should it again. He nodded slowly so she lowered her mouth back to him, sinking as far down on his cock as she could and purred again, then sucked hard. He bucked his hips, forcing more of himself into her mouth and she let him, relaxing her mouth and throat and he began to face fuck her gently at first then harder gasping each time. Suddenly he froze in her mouth and she pulled back slightly as he began to come for her. She wanted to taste him like he had tasted her earlier. Mmmm, so good.

Wicked Wednesday – 260 – 2517 (Bionica)

Beth was bent over the bed as Rafael fucked her. His hands held her hips hard enough to bruise and she relished the idea that his finger prints would be on her body the next day. Of course, when your husband was ex-military and had bionic modifications, it wasn’t hard for him to leave bruises that were a reminder of her humanity when she felt anything but human. She arched her back, pushing back against him, wanting more when he slowed his movements to a teasing pace. He grinned at her movements and pistoned forward on strong semi-metallic legs. Rafe could fuck her so good and she loved him not because of his cyber wear, but for who he was. He’d dated a few women in his past that were basically bio whores and would fuck anyone with mods.

But his Beth…she was special to him he thought. She understood him, understood the pain he lived with everyday. And he loved her enough to do unreasonable things for her. But right now she was squirming on his very human cock and begging him to fuck her. He returned to the present and held Beth down giving her the fucking she wanted, that she needed and his face was a mask of triumph as he felt her body convulse around him. God, it was good and he wanted to feel it again. He stepped back and lifted her up on to the bed on her knees. Following her onto the bed he stretched out and puled her to him. She smiled and kissed his smooth, warm lips. “Tell me.”

“I want you on top of me. I want you riding my cock. You’ll do that for me won’t you gorgeous?” Beth loved hearing it when he told her what he wanted, especially if that was for her to be on top of him and she happily obliged. She started slow, watching his face intently and smiled at him before her paced picked up to a pounding ride, one that he was enjoying as much as she was. Her second orgasm of the evening was close and Rafael lifted his hips to meet hers pressing hard against her. She gave an inarticulate cry and ground her hips against his as he shot his come inside of her. Panting she collapsed over his body and laid there for a long moment. Her voice, slightly metallic, came to him, “I love you.” He grinned and hugged her close. “I love you too.”

And she looked up at him, tears shining in her very human eyes, and knew it was true. He loved her despite her body, despite the faults she had. She’d never thought she’d find this. Who else, but someone like Rafael could know her pain and know what it was like. Only another person like her, damaged and broken inside and repaired outside. Hopefully her skin mods would be ready soon and she could at least pretend to be normal. But meanwhile she touched the coldness of her face and just sighed before laying her head on Rafe’s shoulder.

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