1 comments/ 13960 views/ 1 favorites Emillya & Joe By: snowy ciara Official and Proper Legal Disclaimer Thingy: The characters of Duncan McLeod, Immortal Boy Scout, and Joseph Dawson, Sexy Blues Singer Extroardinaire, belong to Davis/Panzer productions. They also own the whole Highlander concept thingamajig. All rights therein belong to them, not me. The character of Emillya Sorovkin is mine, all mine. She belongs to me, its all my fault, blame me. No one anywhere anyhow has received any monetary compensation for any part of the following, and never will. No Highlander clones were harmed in the making of this tale; the Joe clone was returned to Clones R Us the following day, a little worse for the wear, but on time. The author will pay for the dry cleaning, though. *** Joe leaned back from the computer with a bone popping stretch. He thought to himself that he was getting too old for this. He watched with quiet appreciation as a shy librarian researcher type walked up to him, and decided he wasn’t old, just tired. She was a small woman, barely coming up to his shoulder. She wore her long curly brown hair in a thick neat braid, and silver wire rimmed spectacles. He smiled up at her, “All finished, Mr. Dawson?” “Yeah, but call me Joe.” He started picking up the books he’d used and loading them on her cart. “You look familiar, have we met?” She nodded shyly. “At the reception for the retreat last March, I’m Emillya Sorovkin.” She handed him a manila envelope for the pages spewing from the printer and finished gathering up the books scattered about the computer table. “That’s right. Ancient Cyrillic languages. I enjoyed your presentation. “ He’d enjoyed flirting with her over the dinner table, too; but she’d suddenly turned shyer and excused herself early. He dropped the envelope in his briefcase and stretched, groaning as stiff joints and muscles popped. “I think I sat too long.” He added as he stood. She smiled up at him, her blue eyes shy. Um, I could maybe give you a backrub if you wanted one." “I’d probably fall asleep on you.” He said ruefully. “Wouldn’t be the first time that happened.” Her smile was quick and self-deprecating. “Maybe some other time.” She said, turning away as a blush crept along her cheekbones. Joe realized suddenly that she’d been making a pass at him in her quiet way. And he’d fumbled at the five-yard line. He reached for her hand as she turned. It was enveloped in his. His thumb gently caressed her wrist over her tattoo, feeling the pulse there speed up. “I wasn’t saying no, Emillya” “Oh.” She said, refusing to meet his eyes. She flushed, unsure of how to go on. Obviously she was unused to this. He found it intoxicating. “I have an appointment. Do you want to meet for dinner later?” “Sure.” She still wouldn’t look at him. He named a time and a place and gently kissed her cheek. *** They met at a small café on the Rive Gauche. After dinner, they made small talk over coffee. She played nervously with her coffee spoon as they talked shop. She was a research librarian with the Bureau. Finally he took the spoon away from her and covered her hand in his. “Stop that. You’re making me nervous.” She laughed softly. “So, is the back rub still on?” He leaned back in his chair, looking at her speculatively. “Of course, but where?” Her soft voice cracked and trailed off as she blushed again. “My place. We’re just around the corner.” He paid the bill and helped her on with her jacket. Once there, she wandered around the living room a bit as he poured brandy and sat on the couch. He pulled off his shirt as she walked over. The dim lamplight played over his smooth skin, gently highlighting his muscled shoulders. He smiled at her, hazel eyes going green with passion and arousal. She paused for a sip of brandy before climbing behind him and sitting cross-legged. She gently ran her small hands over his back, looking for tight spots and knots. Whenever she found one, she gently increased the pressure ‘til it was smooth as silk under her hands. He relaxed under her touch, sighing as the tension left him, only to be replaced by tension of a much nicer kind. “Where did you learn to do that?” “No place special. I get sore sometimes with all the sitting over computers I do, and I know how I like to be touched.” Her words were soft and straightforward, and they went right to his groin. Her faint Russian accent made her seem even more exotic. He pulled away and turned to face her. “And how is that?” He tucked a curl behind her ear and slid his hand behind her neck. His long fingers gently stroked the soft skin beneath her braid as he leaned in. “Like this?” He kissed her softly. It took her by surprise, and he took advantage of her softly parted lips. He kissed her gently, feeling her pulse race in her neck, under his fingers. He raised his head and grinned. “Or like this?” He kissed her harder, teasing her lips further with the tip of his tongue then thrusting aggressively. She sighed against his lips as her eyes closed. “Or maybe like this?” he pulled her into his lap with his arms around her, pressing against her breasts. She gasped as he paused for breath. She opened her eyes, which had turned a deeper blue behind her glasses. He cocked an eyebrow towards the bedroom, and she nodded. She slipped into the bathroom as he made his own preparations. When she slipped back out, he was in his shorts, seated on the edge of the bed. He let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding as her gaze slid over his prosthetics at one side and kept on going. She reached for the lamp, but he intercepted her hand, drawing it to his lips and kissing the palm. “You want them on?” She asked shyly. “Of course. You’re gorgeous. I want to see your lovely eyes.” She blushed, resisting slightly when he attempted to pull her down on the bed. “Wait, what about your back rub?” “I’ll take a rain check, c’mere.” He said as he drew her closer and kissed her silk clad breasts. “No really, lay down.” Her soft smile promised something wonderful, so he gave in. He divested himself of his shorts and lay on his stomach as she pulled a small bottle out of her purse. He heard it pop open and smelled sandalwood and spices as she climbed up next to him, clad only in a slip and panties. He jumped as her small hand smoothed the lotion over his skin, tickling him softly, savoring the feel of him under her hands. He was in a most curious state. His back and shoulders were wondrously relaxed, even as his cock tried to carve out space in the mattress beneath him. He shifted slightly as her hands reached his ass and kneaded softly. She leaned over him and softly nibbled along his neck as her soft hands reached his thighs. Her silk clad breasts were making him crazy as she stretched over his back, to whisper in his ear. “Still awake?” He nodded, not trusting his voice. “Roll over for me, please?” She slid off his body as he nodded again. He rolled over and looked up at her, kneeling over him. Her eyes behind her glasses were now a dark sapphire in color. He plucked them off her nose and put them on the nightstand. She straddled his midsection, making him groan as her silk clad bottom touched his cock. She took a bit more lotion in the palm of her hand, smiling down at him. She smoothed the silky stuff over his chest, starting at his collarbone and working down. Her soft fingers trailed down his breastbone, outlining his pecs and abs. Small fingers circled his nipples, spiraling inwards as she leaned over to kiss him. Her thumbs pressed into his nipples. He couldn’t believe the way his shy librarian turned into a siren in bed, but he wasn’t complaining! When his nipples were erect and he was shaking, she kissed his breastbone. Her hands explored his belly, slipping lower as her lips and teeth wandered over to his nipples. She “mmmh”ed against his nipples, biting them softly. He groaned in frustration as she slid down his body, carefully avoiding his erect cock. He was really aroused now, hard and ready for her, but apparently she wasn’t ready for him. She slid off him entirely, kneeling between his spread thighs, giving him a great view down her slip as she leaned over him. She took another dab of lotion and smiled up at him again. He gasped her name softly as he realized she was reaching for his cock. She smiled as she caressed him. She cupped his sac in one warm hand as she stroked his shaft. Her thumb caressed the spot on the bottom where the vein met the head. It slipped up over the head, taking the wetness from the tip and drawing circles in it, teasing him. She had both hands wrapped around him as she lay down. His eyelids fluttered closed as he realized what she had in mind. He felt her warm breath drifting over the tip as she paused. She waited a long moment. “Oh God! Emillya, just do it already! I’m dying here!” His breathing was fast and hoarse and his body was shaking. Finally, he felt her lips as she kissed him. She kissed the head again and let it pass her lips. One hand wrapped around the base as she stroked the head with her tongue. One of his hands was in her hair, gently guiding her as she took more in. The other was clenched in the sheets. He was pretty sure she couldn’t take him all in, but damned if she wasn’t trying! Her tongue danced across the head of his cock and dipped gently into the slit in the center. She slid her mouth off him. He stood tall between them, trembling with arousal. She slid her tongue down the shaft to his balls. She kissed them softly, nipping at the soft skin there. She nibbled at the spot where the shaft met the sac, making him jump at the sensation, calling her name. She nibbled her way back up and swooped down on him. She could only get about two thirds of him in, so she wrapped her lotions slick hands around the bottom of the shaft and squeezed softly as she drew him, sucking harder as her tongue stroked the shaft. Joe knew he was going to come, just knew it. The sensations were too intense, and he gasped her name, looking up at him. “Emillya, I just have to..” She smiled and went back to her work, teasing him again. He lasted longer than he thought he would. Suddenly, he felt his orgasm coming, rising from his legs into his balls and further, until he cried out. His cock burst in his mouth, spilling over her tongue, jerking as he pumped into her. She stayed with him, swallowing as he came. Finally, he was drained and she let him slip out, still semi-erect. She crawled up his body, lying across him as she reached for his brandy. She took a sip and then kissed him. He felt his cock stir between them and smiled at her, knowing she could feel it. He pulled her down for another kiss, murmuring as he kissed her. “Ready for round two?” Emillya & Joe Ch. 02 Official and Proper Legal Disclaimer Thingy: The characters of Duncan McLeod, Immortal Boy Scout, and Joseph Dawson, Sexy Blues Singer Extroardinaire, belong to Davis/Panzer productions. They also own the whole Highlander concept thingamajig. All rights therein belong to them, not me. The character Emillya Sorovkin is mine, all mine. She belongs to me, its all my fault, blame me. No one anywhere anyhow has received any monetary compensation for any part of the following, and never will. No Highlander clones were harmed in the making of this tale; the Joe clone was returned to Clones R Us the following day, a little worse for the wear, but on time. The author will pay for the dry cleaning, though. * * * * * "Round two?" She said with a mischievous grin. "What did you have in mind?" His large hand at the nape over her neck held her down so he could kiss her. His tongue plunged deep inside, thrusting suggestively. She gasped for breath and then chuckled as she kissed down the line of his jaw to his earlobe. One large hand trailed under her slip, tracing each vertebra gently. The other hand caressed her backside through her silken panties. Suddenly, he wrapped both hands around her waist and flipped them over. He ravished her mouth again, then kissed down to her collarbone. He kissed one silk clad breast, then closed his mouth over the tip. He sucked in deep, jabbing at it with the tip of his tongue, making her writhe beneath him. She gasped as the sensation then shivered as he released her; the damp silk clung to the nipple, which hardened further as the cool air chilled it. He slid the straps off her shoulders and down her arms, baring her small breasts. He dropped his lips to the other nipple, pressing it between the tip of his tongue, pressing hard until she gasped his name. He released it with a chuckle, then rubbed his slightly stubbled cheek against her breasts as he reached beneath the edge of her slip. He touched her gently through her panties, then tugged her legs apart. One large hand rested just beneath her navel, pressing her down as a finger slipped into her panties. He smiled at her wetness and her heat as his thumb sought her clit. She moaned his name when he found it, closing her eyes against his devilish smile as he found it. He circled it gently, then pressed down harder. She squirmed against his hands as he kissed her again, still teasing her clit. He let her go then, working her slip the rest of the way down to her waist. He softly bit her neck as he gathered the soft material in his hands. She raised her hips when he told her too, and he snagged her panties as well, sliding them down her legs and tossing them away. His eyes darkened with passion and his cock hardened further as he looked down at her. Her hair had come loose from its braid and tumbled around her shoulders and breasts in wild curls. Her eyes were so dark a blue they almost looked black. Her lips were parted slightly, and a faint blush had crept across her face and breasts. His eyes wandered lower, making her blush more as they paused at the juncture of her legs, at the dampened curls there. She raised a trembling hand and ran a gentle fingertip along his shaft. He played with her, moving gently against her hand. He laughed softly at the naked disappointment on her face when he pulled away. He rolled onto his back and took her gently by the hips, guiding her to where he wanted her. Soon she was holding the headboard in both hands, and sort of straddling his chest. He took her hips and pulled her down closer. She tensed when she realized what he wanted to do, and resisted slightly as he whispered to her. Calling her sweet names and telling her to trust him. He resistance melted away when he pressed his lips to her mound. He kissed her deeply, his talented tongue slipping deep inside her silken folds. He ran the tip of his tongue from slit to clit, feeling her body jerk in his hands. One hand slipped between her legs, gently pried her lips apart and spread her lips. Her clit trembled in the room, naked and erect and he kissed it, making circles round it and prodding it with his tongue. She cried out, then lost her breath as he sucked it in, gently letting her feel his teeth. He didn't bite down, just teased her with the hard edges. She lost her grip on the headboard and he paused, giving her a moment to collect herself. Then he moved down, dipping his tongue deep inside, fucking her sweetly with it. He could feel her trying to hold his tongue, feel her muscles bearing down so sweetly on him. She was so tight. He moved back up to her clit, nibbling the soft flesh all around it. She cried out when he slipped one finger deep inside. She gasped his name as a second finger joined the first, twisting deep inside. Between his tongue and teeth and fingers she felt she was coming apart, that he was trying to eat her alive. Her orgasm took them both by surprise as he nailed her G spot, wrenching a choked scream from her throat. Her hips twisted, opening her further and driving her clit against his tongue. It came over her in waves, and she cried with the wonder of it. Especially since he was still kissing her, still driving her, still pushing for more. Finally he let it fade; thinking that it was starting to hurt her. He withdrew from her body and gently brought her down to lie on his chest. He rubbed her back gently as she lay, still breathing hard. "You okay?" he asked, amusement warring with concern in his voice. "Yeah," she said, still breathless. "No-one's ever done that for me before, or to me. Whatever. Wow. Or thanks." She laughed breathlessly. He laughed too. "Anytime sweetheart. Especially after what you did for me." One thing was confusing him though. "Can I ask you a rather personal question?" She tensed slightly. "Don't panic, it's not a bad thing." "Okay." She was unsure of herself again. But that was what was bothering him. "You seem so quiet and shy, and I'm guessing you don't do this sort of thing often. Where the hell did you learn to do all that?" She laughed at his tone of voice. "You're right, I don't have a lot experience. But I'm a research librarian, and I have an active imagination." She sobered for a moment, raising herself up to look into his face. "Besides, I've had a crush on you since my academy days. At the retreat, you finally seemed to realize that I'm a grown up, but then I wimped out. I decided if the opportunity ever presented itself again I'd take it." She bent her head and kissed him again, tasting herself on his lips. It was a bit strange, but still arousing. His callused fingertips still wandered over skin. One had slipped between her legs, teasing her clit. She jumped, and trembled against him. "I don't think you're done yet, sweetheart." He grasped her hips again and drew her down over his body. He legs parted as she slid down, straddling his hips. He gave her one of those smouldering kisses then whispered in her ear. "Sit up, baby. Sit up and take me." She drew herself back on her heels and reached for him, closing her eyes as the tip of her cock entered her. He guided her hips as she sat down slowly, letting her body adjust to him. He felt bigger inside her than she thought he'd be and it hurt a bit. Kind of a stretchy good hurt, but an ache nonetheless. "Open your eyes." He ordered his voice gritty. She did, and the naked lust on his face made her shake. Finally, she cradled all of him inside, deeper than she'd ever felt anyone. She paused, unsure how to move. He could see her uncertainty in her eyes, and it made him throb inside her. "Like this" he said, cupping her backside and lifting slightly. She followed his lead, slowly working himself on his cock. He hands rested on his flat stomach, for balance as well as leverage. She lifted herself nearly clear and slid down again hard. She moved faster, harder. He had a fierce grin on his face. She had no idea what an arousing picture she made; a small woman with wildly tousled hair pleasuring herself on him. And her tight little body was giving him a hell of a ride. He showed her another way, no thrusting at all, just taking him all in and rocking against his pelvis. He clit was throbbing between them and she spasmed around him suddenly, taking both of them by surprise. Her orgasm burned through her, gripping his cock in undulating waves of pleasure. He was in some sort of heaven. A lovely young woman was coming for him, on him, calling his name. He groaned her name and swallowed harshly. He worked one hand between them and tweaked her clit, hard, setting her off again. The combination of his fingers tugging her clit and his cock inside her was mind-blowing, making her sob his name. He just smiled and kept at it. Her hands were tight on his waist; her fingers leaving red marks on his skin that would take forever to fade. A tear of pleasure tracked down her cheek one cheek to splash onto his stomach. It touched him in some strange way, going right to his heart, making him think this was no ordinary affair. Her muscles clenched finally, in a tight spasm, not releasing him as she drew him in. She cried out again, a wordless cry for help. He couldn't take it any more; he threw his head back and came with a shout. His abused member was twisting inside her, releasing a whole evening's tension in one long primal scream. His hands clenched on her hips, holding her tight against his bucking body. She sighed his name as he filled her, overflowing her small body. One more time she came, this time with a whimper, weeping with relief and release. She fell forward onto his body, spent, feeling limp. Finally she relaxed enough to let his diminished member slide from her. He rolled her to the side, pulling her up to share his pillow. He wiped a few tears with a gentle thumb, and then kissed the rest away, tasting the salt on his lips. "Are you okay baby? I've never had a woman come like that for me." "Yes, well, it was a new experience for me, too, Joe. I don't think I've ever, y'know, done that so many times." "Done what?" he teased. "Come like that?" She blushed. "My God, Emillya, you were great! Most women don't come like that!" He could see her getting drowsy and fading in his arms, so he pulled the blankets up over their damp bodies. She cuddled closer. "We should maybe try that again sometime, then, just to be sure it wasn't a fluke." "Scientific research and all that." Her voice was soft, slurred as she hovered on the edge of sleep. He smiled and nodded in agreement. Emillya & Joe Ch. 03 Emillya and Joe: the Morning After Official and Proper Legal Disclaimer Thingy: The characters of Duncan McLeod, Immortal Boy Scout, and Joseph Dawson, Sexy Blues Singer Extroardinaire, belong to Davis/Panzer productions. They also own the whole Highlander concept thingamajig. All rights therein belong to them, not me. The character of Emillya Sorovkin is mine, all mine. She belongs to me, its all my fault, blame me. No one anywhere anyhow has received any monetary compensation for any part of the following, and never will. No Highlander clones were harmed in the making of this tale; the Joe clone was returned to Clones R Us the following day, a little worse for the wear, but on time. The author will pay for the dry cleaning, though. Emillya woke slowly in the soft moonlight, shivering at Joe kissing the back of her neck. She sighed and turned her head slightly, giving him a little more access. His large hand caressed her breasts as his cock stirred against her back. She started to turn onto her back, wanting to face him but he caught her hip and held her still, spoon fashion. He skimmed his fingertips down her spine and over her backside, slipping between her legs from behind. Her breath came out in a hiss as his finger parted her lips. She moaned as he caressed her, her flesh feeling tender from his earlier more exuberant lovemaking. His finger teased her aching clit as she raised her knee, giving him more room to play. “Is this okay?” His voice was low and husky in her ear. “mmh hmm.” She said on a sigh. He slid down a bit in the bed, gently raising her upper leg, opening her body to him. She gasped slightly as he entered her from behind, feeling his cock pressing deep into her. He moved gently, knowing she must be sore from earlier. The tip of his cock nudged her g spot, making her squirm against him. He snaked one hand over her hip and found her clit. He stroked it gently, pressing it back against his shaft as it moved within her. He was hitting her g spot every time he moved, making her writhe in his arms. It felt almost like a jolt of electricity, making her body contract around him. She moaned softly as he bit at the base of her neck, flicking his tongue over her throbbing pulse. He bit down again as he thrust deeper, and she yelped as the strongest orgasm she’d ever had swept over her. Her whole body contracted, curling into a ball in his arms. She shuddered against him, making him groan as she bore down on his cock. He slipped from her body as he came, spilling hot come over her inner thighs and backside. She turned in his arms and pressed a kiss to his chest. He raised her chin and kissed her gently, smiling into her sleepy eyes. “You’re insatiable, y’know?” She said with a soft smile. “I didn’t hear you complaining, sweetheart.” He reached between her legs and stroked her wet sex, gently teasing her bruised flesh. Her breath hissed from between her teeth. “Am I hurting you?” “A little.” She said, then gasped as he hit a particularly sore spot. He smiled regretfully, and withdrew his hand. “Joe, it’s okay.” “Later” he said with a smile. He slid down again and pillowed his head on her breasts and drifted back to sleep. A few hours later, the smell of Chicory French Roast wafted through the apartment as the coffeepot woke up. He stirred, waking her gently. He smiled and kissed the tip of each breast good morning, then her lips as he sat up. She blinked sleepily up at him, her tousled hair framing her face. “I smell coffee.” He nodded and smiled at her. “Should I go get us some and bring it back to bed?” “That’d be great.” “How do you take it?” she asked, trying to be casual, since he’d more or less indicated he wouldn’t be adverse to spending a leisurely morning in bed. “Hot and steamy and as often as possible.” He said, giving her a sexy look through half closed eyes. Predictably, she blushed. She lightly punched his bare shoulder. “I meant the coffee.” “So did I. What did you think I meant?” he teased. She put on her glasses, pulled them way down to the tip of her nose and gave him her best “Librarian Look” over the frames. “Black.” He said, chuckling at her. She pulled herself out of the bed, saying “Ow, ow, ow..” As she stretched and straightened tight muscles. He grinned. “Yeah, I’m a little sore, too. Last night was a bit athletic, don’t you think?” As she stood up, he saw bruising along her waist and buttocks where he’d held her last night. He touched one gently along her lower back. When she turned to face him, he saw similar marks along her breasts and stomach. “I’m so sorry, Emillya. You should have told me I was being too rough.” “It’s okay, Joe. I didn’t notice last night. Besides, I like that sort of thing, I just bruise easily.” She was looking around for something to cover herself with, but she couldn’t figure out where her shirt had gotten. He tossed her his shirt, and she pulled it on as she headed for the kitchen. She was back in no time, carefully climbing back into his bed with a mug in each hand. She sighed softly as she curled up next to him. “Now I need a back rub.” She joked, feeling sore muscles. “I could for that. Of course, I do have a whirlpool bath.” He paused and kissed her. “Big enough for two.” “Nice.” She sighed against his lips. “The bath and the company, that is.” “You go draw the bath, I’ll be right in.” He said as he transferred to his chair. She went into the bathroom and started the water. She found a bottle of vitamin E oil and poured a dollop in. She was braiding her hair as he wheeled in. He added a splash of witch hazel for sore muscles and then transferred to the edge of the tub, then lowered himself to the molded seat along the inside. She wrapped an elastic band around her braid and took his hand as she stepped carefully over the edge and in. When the water was up to her waist as she stood before him, he turned it off and started the jets. She started to sit next to him, but he stopped her, pressing his lips to the bruises on her back. He trailed his lips over her skin, leaving butterfly kisses on every mark of passion. He parted his lips, caressing her battered flesh with a soft tongue. She turned dreamily before him, as his lips wandered over the finger marks along her side. He was especially gentle when he reached her breasts, teasing her with his teeth, but no biting. Just hinting, making her breathe his name as she ran shaking fingers in his silvery hair. He took his time with her breasts, tasting the soft skin and making her nipples hard and pointed. He was aroused too, erect and throbbing in the warm water swirling around him. But she wasn’t ready yet; he wanted her breathless and begging. He drew her down, turning so he lay back on the seat and she was sprawled over him. She kissed him softly, exploring his mouth with her own. He caught at her tongue with his teeth, nipping it gently, reminding her of how he’d feasted on her the previous night. He sucked it deep inside his mouth, reminding her of how she’d suckled his cock. The bubbling water soothed her skin as his hands wandered her body. The water moving between her legs aroused her as much as his hands and kisses did. She tore her mouth away so she could speak to him. “Joe please, I need you now.” “Like this?” He asked, slipping one long finger inside her. She shook her head even as her body contracted around him, shamelessly riding him. “Like this, then?” He slid his other hand up to the back of her head, pressing her lips to his, thrusting his tongue deep inside, coordinating his kiss and the finger inside her. She twisted in his lap, whimpering a denial. He turned so she was below him on the seat, and he was between her legs, the tip of his cock teasing her clit. He moved softly, running the tip between her silken lips. “Like this?” He asked, smiling down on her. She gasped a denial. “No Joe, please, I want you inside me.” He smiled at the pleading in her voice, her desperation arousing him further. Bracing himself against the edge of the tub, he eased just the tip of himself inside. She was still begging him, whispering in his ear. He pushed in slowly, as her legs wrapped around his waist, opening her body further. She moaned and kissed him, then gently bit his shoulder in pleasure. He made love to her slowly, bringing her to the peak and backing off every time he felt her start to spasm around him. She was getting desperate for release, feeling her clit ache and pussy clutching him. She moved against him, trying to hurry him along, but he wasn’t having it. Whenever she tried to add her own thrusts, he’d stop and wait until she was still again. She was sobbing in frustration, wanting desperately to come, but he wouldn’t let her. Finally, she pulled his head down and kissed him deeply, just as he’d done to her earlier. Then she whispered in his ear. “Joe darling, if you don’t let me come soon, I’ll never suck you off again.” Then she kissed him again, using the tip of her tongue against his, just like she’d done to his cock last night. He froze, not moving at all. “Oh really?” He raised one eyebrow demonically at her. She held her breath, waiting for him to move. He wouldn’t, refusing to move ‘til she retracted her rash threat. “Noooo..” she whimpered. “I didn’t think so.” “Please?” Her eyes were wide and desperate; her pussy was trembling on his cock. He smiled and started moving again, thrusting against her. Her strangled cries echoed in the room as when she came. This one didn’t come in waves; it was too intense. He pushed deeper, trying to hold off, but he lost the battle as her body clamped down on him. Her pussy was milking him; his cock was twisting inside her, his own voice echoing now in the small room. The hot liquid inside her pushed her over again, as he wrapped both arms around her torso. She went limp in his arms, as he hurriedly cradled the back of her head in one hand, to keep her from cracking it on the edge of the tub. He slid from her aching body, and shifted, so she was sitting half in his lap. He added a bit more hot water, then relaxed, holding her close. The character of Joe is a double amputee, who uses prosthetics and a cane most of the time, but does occasionally use a wheelchair. The character was originally not an amputee; but the actor who played him was, and it was written into the backstory. I'd like to add to special "thank you"s here. The first is for Jim Byrnes, the actor mentioned above, for being all sexy and stuff, and inspiring a great many orgasms. The second is to HotRod69, who is also a double amputee and helped me with the logistics of this story. I wanted Joe on top, but couldn't figure out how to do it. He answered my questions in a thoughtful and also read this when I was done. He not only said the bathtub scene could work, he generously offered to demonstrate it for me!