Eve's apartment was spotless. It smelled like vanilla and lemon, perhaps. Her furniture was set up in a way that suggested she didn't host people often. It was tidy and perfect. I noticed that she'd put a lot of work into making it look like she hadn't tried at all. The books on her shelves were in alphabetical order. Her pillows were at perfect angles. Everything was calculated to look carefree, but nothing was carefree.
She stepped inside, and closed the door behind her, and just stood there leaning on it, looking at me. She was panting more than she should have been, considering we just flew here from the Moon. She still wore her superhero costume, that body-fitting pink outfit that stretched across her waist, her breasts, everything. The lines of her underwear were visible, but only just--she probably had not changed them in days, for obvious reasons.
Her hands were trembling, trying to conceal it, but I noticed. She wanted it, but she didn't want to want it. The hottest part was the war going on inside of her. The indecision. The pause before taking the leap of faith.
I stepped closer—one step closer—and she didn't step away. Her hands flexed as if she was going to put them on me to stop me, but she didn't. She just looked up at me, her mouth open as if to form words, but she didn't say them. Not yet. Instead, she simply gazed at me, her breathing quickening, her eyes going wide again, her pupils dilating further.
"We shouldn't," she whispered. But I didn't say anything. I took another step closer. Now I was close enough to feel her breath on my face. I was close enough to smell the sweat on her skin. She smelled like ozone and something sweet, like sugar burning.
"We shouldn't do this," she said again, but it was softer this time. I put my hands on her hips and squeezed so she sucked in a breath. Not from pain, but from expectation. Her fingers clenched on the door frame behind her, as if she wanted to reach up and push me back, but she didn't.
I kissed her. Hard. I pushed her back against the door. She struggled for a millisecond—possibly less—then she gave in to it, her hands rising to grasp my shoulders. She kissed me back like she'd been wanting this for years—maybe she had. Her tongue touched mine, hot and wet, and I groaned into her mouth, pushing my body into hers.
Her heart was racing, pounding against her chest like a humming bird in a bird cage. I lifted her off the ground without effort - she was light, for a car tossing ninja - and carried her to the couch. I laid her on it, and she wrapped her legs around me automatically, pulling me towards her, rubbing herself against me.
She had her hands all over me, tugging on my suit, trying to get inside it. I allowed it, I removed the jacket and let her have a glimpse of what had been taunting her all this time. She licked her lips as she took in my torso, her hands probing the definition of my muscles, scratching across my skin with her nails.
"You've been thinking about this," I whispered, tracing a gentle line of nips against her neck. "Haven't you?"
Eve didn't respond, not that she had to. The way she was gazing up at me, the way she was moving against me, was answer enough. I pressed my lips to hers once more, this time more forcefully, my fingers digging into the material of her suit to find her breasts underneath. She whimpered into my mouth and pushed back into my fingers.
I broke away far enough to look at her. Truly look at her. Her lips were puffy, her face was flushed, and her breathing was already ragged. She was a mess, and we'd hardly begun.
"I want you to leave the suit on," I growled. She raised an eyebrow but didn't protest. She simply nodded and bit her lip.
I dropped my hand to my fly, tugging the zipper down just enough to pull my dick out. It was already hard, pressed against the denim. Eve's gaze fell on it, and she gasped. I fisted myself and started to pump, looking down at Eve watching me.
"Go on," I whispered. "Touch it."
Eve paused for a moment then touched me, her hand circling my cock. She clenched once or twice, gripping me tightly but not painfully. I clenched, my hips thrusting forward into her hand.
She began to stroke me, slow, getting accustomed to the feel of me, the heft of me in her hand. Then she started to go faster, her thumb brushing over the head of my dick, smearing around the pre-cum that had collected there. I clenched my jaw, trying to restrain myself, trying not to pump into her hand the way I wanted to.
"Good girl," I growled, observing my cock in her hand. Her strokes were clumsy, inexperienced, but she was learning quickly. She rotated her wrist on the upstroke just like Mark had probably taught her to, and I groaned again, my fingers digging into her cheek.
"Now suck it," I said, yanking her down by the back of her neck. She didn't fight it, and I forced her down on my dick. She paused for a moment, her hot breath on me, and then her lips parted and she sucked me in.
She enclosed her mouth over my dick head and swirled around it with her tongue until she finally opened up and began sucking the rest of my penis. She coughed a little when I poked the back of her throat, but she just relaxed it and pushed further. My penis filling her throat and her nose pressed into my abdomen.
I moaned, my hand knotting in her hair as she blew me. Her mouth was warm and damp, her tongue twisting and twirling over me. She sank and rose, each stroke taking me further, until I was fucking her mouth for real, my hips rising in sync with hers.
She moaned with me still inside her mouth, and the sensation of those vibrations ran down my back. She reached up to grab my thighs, her fingers hooking into my skin, and she raked them as I pumped into her mouth. I could feel that she was getting more turned on. Her legs clenched together and she went to work.
My hand was still on her ass, gripping the fat cheeks through her uniform, and I had to grab it a bit tighter to hear her moan again. She was enjoying this almost as much as I was, so she was responding to every finger or caress.
I abruptly pulled her off my cock, her lips were red and puffy, her eyes were drugged with sex. She gazed up at me in confusion, her breathing was in short gasps.
"Turn around," I said, the sex making my voice gruff. "Hands on the couch."
Eve paused for a moment before complying, spinning around and leaning over the back of the couch. She had a great ass, round and full, the suit pulled tight against it. I reached down, my hands tracing over her hips, her waist, her ass.
I ripped the material in between her legs open and pulled it aside, revealing her snatch to me. She gasped, her fingers gripping into the couch as I rubbed my fingers against her slit. She was already wet, her snatch dripping on my fingers as I pushed them into her.
"You're so wet," I whispered, slipping a finger inside. She moaned as she raised her hips and I slipped another finger in.
"Please," she breathed, her voice ruined. "Please, just fuck me already."
I pulled my fingers out of her and licked them before positioning myself at her opening. I slid into her slowly, enjoying the feel of her as she opened up for me and gasped and moaned at the way I filled her up.
She still had her suit on, her tits were still covered but her pussy was mine now. I grabbed her hips and pulled her back onto me, I pushed forward and buried myself inside of her.
She cried out when I filled her, back bowing off of the couch, grasping for something to hold onto. I gave her no time to get used to it, pounding her hard and fast, hips smacking her ass with every stroke.
"O-oh…" Eve was groaning now, her hips shaking as I screwed her, her breasts swaying inside her suit. I leaned up and grabbed one, my hand closing around it, my fingers digging in, pinching her nipple.
She moaned, her cunt tightening on me while I was teasing her breasts. I grinned and bent over her, my chest rubbing on her back, pounding harder into her.
"You like that?" I snarled in her ear, sending a wave of heat through her. "You like being fucked like that?"
Eve couldn't answer, she just moaned louder as I thrusted again, pounding into her. I could feel her squeezing my cock even more, her breathing coming in ragged gasps as she neared her climax.
"Cum for me," I growled. "Cum on my cock like a good girl."
Eve cried out in her orgasm, her vagina closing on me like a vice. I groaned my own climax approaching as she squeezed it out of me with her contractions.
I slapped her ass so hard that my handprint could be seen in the red spot I left there, then shot my load inside of her. She squealed at feeling the pulsing of my cum inside her while she was still having after orgasm spasms.
I pulled out and saw my semen streaming out of her, onto her suit. She lay back in the couch and panted, too exhausted to do anything.
I smiled wickedly, crouching down to touch the mess between her legs, then lifting my fingers to her mouth. She opened her mouth without hesitation, sucking my fingers as she gazed up at me with heavy-lidded eyes.
I whispered "Good girl" as she did so. She just nodded, with heavy eyelids and her head nuzzling my caress. I was still horny, still rock hard, and I was pretty sure Eve would not have a problem with me continuing this.
But first—I pulled her up onto my lap, kissing her, my hands resuming their exploration of her body. She moaned into my mouth and ground her hips against me.
"I'm not finished with you," I whispered on her mouth, turning her over onto her back on the couch. She immediately parted her legs, her arms circling my neck as I settled between them.
So this time I did her missionary so I could look at her face while I fucked her again. She moaned as I slipped inside her, her legs circling my waist, drawing me further into her.
I took my time with her this time. I enjoyed every single millimeter, every moan, every gasp. She held my shoulders with a clenched fist and pinched me with her nails while I pumped into her over and over.
She looked up at me while I was fucking her, mouth open in pleasure, taking little gasps of air. I could feel her getting wetter for me, my body working with hers.
"Fuck," she moaned, her hips rising up to meet my thrusts. "Fuck, you feel so good."
I grinned, lowering myself to kiss her savagely, our tongues twisting as I fucked into her harder. She groaned into my mouth, her hands fisting my hair as I fucked her.
I could feel her building to another orgasm, her pussy squeezing my cock as she panted with every stroke. I slipped my hand between our bodies, my fingers finding her clit. I rubbed in small circles, sending her over the edge once more.
Eve's climax came with a scream, her back arching off the couch and her nails tearing down my back. I groaned as she clamped around me, my own orgasm not far behind.
I came inside of her again and she groaned under me, still shaking with an orgasm. I lay on top of her, panting and gently kissed her neck.
I rolled over abruptly, bringing her with me, she still clenched over my penis. She grabbed a breath as I moved her, her palms flat on my chest as she sat up into the new position.
"Ride me," I demanded, my hands clenching on her hips. She moaned, and began to ride me, her hips swiveling as she sunk further down onto me.
Eve started off slow, her hands tracing the curves of my chest, my stomach, my arms. She leaned down to kiss me, her lips soft and warm as she ground against me.
I squeeze her ass, urging her to go faster, deeper, and I raise my hips to meet her. She moans into my mouth as she and I move in unison.
"You feel so good," she gasped, digging her nails down my chest as she rode me. I grunted, my hands exploring her body, juggling her tits in her suit, pinching her nipples.
Eve tossed her head back as I toyed with her breasts, her hips increasing their pace, her cunt tightening around me. She was getting close again, her breathing sharp and short, her body shaking with ecstasy.
"Cum for me," I growled, my hands holding onto her hips roughly as I fucked up into her. "Cum on my cock."
"Fuckkkk…" Eve cried, her body spasming on top of me, her cunt gripping me like a vice. I groaned, my orgasm crashing over me, pouring into her once more.
She fell onto me, exhausted, and let her head hang, the warmth of her mouth caressing my neck. I cradled her against me, basking in the moment as we both recovered from our ecstasy.
I knew my seed was spilling out of her and running down my abdomen, but I didn't give a shit. I just wrapped my arms around her, lazily running my fingers through her hair while she rested her head against my neck.
"You're mine now," I whispered into her hair, my voice husky with satisfaction. She didn't respond. She simply nodded drowsily and let herself melt against me.
I smiled. I had her. And she was mine now. Mark could bemoan the loss later. For now, Eve was lying on top of me, sound asleep and totally satisfied.