AMAZONIAN'S LOVE

PART TWO

by Misty Vixen

DISCLAIMER

While this novella does take place in the same

universe as the Hellcats, it has nothing to do

directly with that series.

When he woke up the next morning, Ethan was a little guilty, because he was kind of surprised to be waking up. He’d gathered that Quicksilver wasn’t a mindless brute. She was an Amazonian, though, and naturally extremely intimidating. He also felt guilty because he’d been kind of hard on her last night. Laying there in bed, staring up at the ceiling of an apartment he’d moved into only days ago, he thought he should apologize or something.

The only problem with that was that he wasn’t sure he remembered how to apologize. It had been a long time since he’d last done it.

With a soft sigh, Ethan sat up and pulled the blankets back. His digital HUD, superimposed over his vision, told him that it was just past nine o’clock in the morning, local time. He swung his feet over the side of the bed and sat there for a moment, elbows resting on his knees, trying to gather his thoughts. Last night hadn’t exactly been a restful night. It had been plagued by nightmares, more than one of which featured his last, (okay, he admitted to himself, only) real love: Pink. He hadn’t had dreams or nightmares about her for several months at least, and now she was back. Not something he was happy about.

For a moment, he simply sat there and listened, trying to discern if Quicksilver was up yet or not. But he heard nothing, just the murmuring of the air conditioning. Finally, Ethan stood up and then groaned as he stretched. He was stiff and sore from the restless night. He popped his neck and his shoulders to relieve some of the tension, then pulled on a t-shirt and some sweatpants and walked out of his bedroom.

Quicksilver’s door was slightly ajar.

He hesitated, then he stepped closer and peered quickly inside. He heard her breathing softly and saw her asleep on her bed, on her side, facing away from him. Well, at least she was still here. He turned and walked to the kitchen. He’d been a little paranoid that she might just up and leave without saying anything to him. It was the kind of thing she might do, based on the little he knew about her and her personality so far.

Ethan rummaged around in the fridge and cabinets for a moment, still feeling slow and sluggish. He was hungry, vaguely, beneath an upset stomach that would settle once he had a shower and some time to really come online, but he didn’t want to eat anything yet, nor did he want to cook. He didn’t even feel capable of shoving something into the microwave. Ironically, despite his normal demeanor, he actually felt like going somewhere, a breakfast diner or something. It was something he used to like to do a great deal.

But he’d fallen out of the habit after becoming more and more isolationist, hiding from the world in his apartment fortress.

Being around another person had resurrected that particular desire.

So, in the end, he merely grabbed a bottle of water, walked to the dining area table and sat down. Unscrewing the cap, he drank deeply from it and set it down on the table. For several moments, he merely sat there.

Then he began to hear sounds coming from down the hall.

Quicksilver was awake.

He wondered how this was going to go. There were any number of possibilities, any number of actions and reactions from both of them. He wanted things to go well, because he did want to be with her, and apparently she wanted to be with him, despite the fact that he was practically the exact opposite of her in almost every way.

Ethan decided he was going to ask her to breakfast.

After another few moments of movement, suddenly, the door at the end of the hall opened up and Quicksilver stepped out. She froze as she saw him sitting there, looking at her. She was holding a duffel bag in her hand and it looked like she’d dressed hastily.

“Hi,” she said, setting the bag down.

“Hi,” he replied. “Um...you want to go to breakfast?” he asked after a long moment of awkward silence.

Another one passed.

“Are you sure?” she asked.

“Yes...I mean, you don’t have to if you don’t want to.”

“No, it’s fine, I’m, uh, hungry...” She fell silent, seeming to consider it for another moment. Finally she sighed. “All right, let’s go.”

...

Paige couldn’t remember the last time she felt this weird.

When she’d woken up, it had been all at once and in kind of a panic as she saw the sunlight streaming in through the windows. Obviously, she’d overslept. She had expected to wake up a little bit before or maybe around sunrise, but clearly it was mid-morning. Hoping that the cliché about tech-obsessed shut-ins was true, that they stayed up all night and slept all day, she had packed the most important of her things as quickly and as quietly as she could. The plan was to leave. Just walk out and not look back.

That would be the simplest, easiest solution.

She would find another partner and just not make the mistake of coming onto him. Only it hadn’t worked out that way. When she’d seen Ethan sitting there at the table, looking at her, her heart had briefly stopped in surprise. She had no idea what he was going to say to her. She could imagine any number of things, but asking her to breakfast wasn’t one of them. She felt kind of like she’d walked into a minefield.

Or maybe like she’d been thrown from a transport craft without a parachute and she was in free-fall, trying to figure out what to do before she hit terminal velocity. Right now, they were walking together down the sidewalk in front of their apartment, heading for a diner that Livewire said he had seen while he was walking around yesterday, picking up gear and getting his haircut. They’d both taken the time to go to the bathroom and brush their teeth before heading out. Despite everything, beneath all her anxious tension and worry and doubt, Paige was very hungry, and a meal usually helped settle her thoughts.

She could really use that right now.

Despite the fact that just leaving made the most sense, it didn’t come naturally to her. Paige hated running away, hated it almost more than anything else. And the fact that this encounter had frightened her enough emotionally to run away almost automatically was disturbing. Had she really been out of contact with the rest of the world so long that she just didn’t know how to handle social interactions anymore?

She’d never been particularly good at being social, but she knew what it was like to have friends, hold conversations, even to love.

Paige tried to put everything out of her head as they entered the diner. Mercifully, there weren’t many people around. They took a seat in a corner booth and she had shifted uncomfortably to make herself fit. It was strange but every time she had to stand because there were no chairs around large enough for her, or she had to duck to get through a door or push herself into some uncomfortable position to fit, it seemed to underline her feelings: she was an outsider. Society was not meant to accommodate someone like her.

Maybe that was why she’d propositioned her partner last night.

Despite the initial intimidation he’d shown, he’d pretty quickly settled into having normal conversations with her. She didn’t feel like he was treating her differently. That was rare, unique and very appealing.

The diner came with one of the tabletop, hologram menus. Both of them ordered silently. She got scrambled eggs, a cheese omelet, bacon and french toast. Livewire went with just with some hashbrowns and eggs. They both paid with their thumbprints and then sat there across from each other, not quite looking at each other.

Neither seemed to know how to start the conversation.

In fact, the silence went on for so long that they had time for their meals to be made and delivered to the table. They both started eating, and got halfway through their food before, finally, Livewire said something.

“So...last night’s job went well. You still want to do another one?” he asked. He sounded cautious.

“I...are you sure?” she asked. It was the second time she’d asked that this morning. In a way, she was surprised that he hadn’t left. But...hadn’t he said, last night, after informing her that he didn’t bang drunk chicks, (though he’d put it better than that), that he was actually interested in sleeping with her? No...she’d been really drunk last night, surely she’d imagined or dreamed that last part. Some piece of her clinging to hope that everything wasn’t completely fucked. But was it? Here they were, having breakfast together, and he still at least wanted to work together.

“Yes. I wouldn't be asking if I wasn’t sure,” he replied.

“Yes. I’d like that. You’re good at your job,” she said. She finished eating her meal and pushed the plate back, considering him. In a way, she was glad that the wine had hit her so hard last night. There had been a time in her life, shortly after being kicked out of the military, where she’d taken to drinking pretty regularly. She’d built up a good tolerance to it that was only augmented and amplified by her genetic engineering and huge size. But she hadn’t really indulged in drinking for two years now. That’s why she’d slept for so long.

At least she never had to put up with hangovers.

“Good,” Livewire replied.

Well...that settled that.

What came next?

Paige realized, all at once, that despite practically everything she had, her age, her height, her years of experience, her genetic engineering and combat training, he was in charge of this conversation. Because she simply didn’t know what to say. And, judging by how the conversation was going so far...apparently, neither did he.

As they neared the end of their meal, Livewire sighed suddenly. He looked directly at her. “So, given how last night went, I get the feeling you’re a fan of blunt statements and questions. So here it is. I meant what I said last night. If you still want to, I’m definitely down for, you know...hooking up,” he said, his certainty seeming to falter.

“Really? You’re-”

“Yes, I’m sure,” he replied, half laughing and sighing. “I’m sure.”

Paige stared at him for a moment. It took a little bit for that to process. She hadn’t imagined that last part. He wanted to have sex with her.

He wanted to have sex with her.

She felt excitement and sexual eagerness and lust burst inside her like a supernova. Her pulse began to speed up and her breathing came heavier.

“Uh...you wanna get out of here?” she asked. “Cause, like...I so want to fuck.”

Livewire grinned. He was blushing fiercely. “Yes,” he practically growled.

“Let’s go. Right now.”

...

Ethan hadn’t felt this excited in a long time.

Hacking, doing runs, exploring the illicit gray areas of the net were all great, they were his lifeblood. But sex...

He had utterly forgotten how fucking exciting it could be.

He and Quicksilver had all but rushed out of the diner and started hurrying back to their apartment as quickly as they could. He had to practically run to keep up with her. Reaching out, he took her hand. She seemed briefly startled, but she looked back at him, slowed her pace slightly, smiled and laced their fingers together.

Simply holding her hand and lacing their fingers felt so good. Her skin was warm and soft and he had also forgotten how flat-out awesome something basic like skin-on-skin contact could feel. It was like there were fireworks going off inside of his stomach and his erection was like a steel bar between his legs, straining against his pants. He wanted to get inside quickly, mainly because he wanted to have sex with this seven foot goddess but also because having a hard-on this obvious in public was pretty embarrassing.

He couldn’t believe this was really happening.

He was still trying to process the fact that this woman actually wanted to have sex with him. Was actually excited about having sex with him.

They ran into the apartment building, thought briefly about taking the elevator and then decided they couldn’t wait for it and hit the stairs. Both of them ran up it. Ethan wasn’t in nearly as good of shape as his partner was, but he managed to keep up with her. He felt positively alive and electric with lust and excitement.

They hit the proper floor where their apartment resided, and ran down the hall. Quicksilver swiped her thumb over the pad and the door opened up. They both rushed inside. As soon as the door was closed, Quicksilver turned to face him, knelt down and wrapped him in a hug. She pressed her lips against his and began passionately kissing him.

It was like sweet release.

Every nerve ending in his body seemed to come alive as they kissed. He heard her moan and thought that maybe she was having a similar experience. He felt a sound of surprise escape him and briefly broke the kiss as Quicksilver suddenly leaned down, wrapped him in a hug and picked him up. He almost instinctively wrapped his legs around her waist. She held him so that his face was at the same height as her own.

She grinned at him and then pressed her lips to his again. As they resumed making out, she began carrying him through the apartment. It felt weird, being carried like this, but it was also nice. He closed his eyes and slipped his tongue into her mouth. She moaned softly and her own tongue searched for his. They met and twined together, twisting and wrestling. As she got him through the door, he pulled back, gasping slightly.

Quicksilver set him down on the floor, then grinned and pushed him back onto the bed.

“What’s your name?” she asked as she pulled off her shirt. “Cause there is no way in hell I am calling you Livewire during sex.”

“Ethan,” he said as he kicked off his shoes and began to shuck his clothing.

She grinned. “Cute,” she said. She took off her bra and freed her high, firm breasts.

He stared at them. “What...what about you?”

“Paige,” she replied.

“That’s a really pretty name.”

“Thank you...now finish stripping.”

She pulled down the blue jogging shorts she’d been wearing and her panties at once, revealing her bare hips and thighs and vagina. It was smooth, a wonderful pink slit set between her thick, athletic thighs and broad, smooth hips. He stared up at her as he laid on his back, getting the rest of his clothing off as fast as he could.

She towered over him, an enormous goddess of sex.

Her skin was smooth and mostly flawless and very, very pale. She’d let her brown hair down at some point and now it framed her angular, narrow face. She smiled at him, but it was almost a feral grin, her eyes alight with primal lust.

“Can we just skip the foreplay right now?” she asked as she began climbing into bed. “I’ve gotta be honest, I just want to fuck like so bad and I’m so wet right now.”

He quickly moved out of the way. “Fine by me,” he replied.

“Get on top of me and fuck my brains out,” she said, getting into the middle of the bed and spreading her long, powerful legs.

“Yes ma’am.”

His head was swimming with pure, carnal desire now, his whole body feeling electrically charged with nothing but lust. He felt like if he didn’t start fucking her soon he was going to blow up or something. He had to discharge this energy. Ethan quickly got in between those wonderful legs, his cock throbbing in anticipation. Getting on top of her, he propped himself up on one hand while reaching down in between them and guiding his cock up to her hot, wet opening. He could practically feel heat radiating off of it.

Ethan rested the head of his dick at the opening to Paige’s pussy.

He pushed his way slowly inside.

Both of them let out a loud moan as he penetrated her. She was ridiculously tight, and she was so hot and wet inside. Ethan let go of his cock and now rested on both hands. He stared up at her face as he kept working his way inside.

“Fuck it’s been a long time,” Paige moaned. “Holy shit I missed dick so much.”

“I can say the same thing about pussy,” he groaned.

He continued inching his way into her until he was completely buried within her pussy, their hips and skin meeting.

“Oh, Paige!” he cried out as he started frantically making love to her.

“Yes, Ethan...oh yes fuck me!” she screamed in reply.

For several seconds, he was utterly, wholly consumed by the simple pleasure of sex. It seemed to wash over him in waves, totally immersing him. In that moment, to Ethan, there was nothing in the entire universe but this room and Paige before him. Nothing but her and the pleasure and being inside of her, frantically grunting and moaning against her as they fucked.

“Here,” she moaned, “here...wait...” She reached down between them. “Oh! Keep going! Holy fucking shit keep going!” she shrieked.

He realized she was rubbing her clit. Within seconds she was orgasming.

“OH FUCK YES!” she yelled.

Ethan moaned as he continued fucking her climaxing pussy. Inside, he could feel her vaginal muscles tensing and releasing, spasming and trembling and squeezing him as she became much, much hotter and wetter inside. Suddenly she bucked against him, nearly throwing him off and out of her, and let out a squealing gasp of pleasure as a gushing spray of sex juices escaped her pussy and got all over his balls and inner thighs.

“Yesyesyesyesyes!!!” she cried, jerking as the orgasm continued, her eyes squeezed shut.

Ethan kept fucking her, going harder and faster. He knew he wasn’t going to last much longer. This was just too much, it felt too good, far too good, and he hadn’t had sex of any kind in months, let alone unprotected sex with a ridiculously attractive seven foot babe.

“Can I come inside you?” he gasped, knowing he was on the verge of his own orgasm.

“What?” she replied, distracted. “Oh, yes, it’s fine.”

Hardly two seconds after she granted him permission, Ethan let out a barking cry of pleasure all his own.

His dick kicked hard inside of her slick, hot pussy and forcefully ejected the first volley of his seed. He moaned in desperate pleasure, his whole body going rigid, save for his hips, which thrusted forward in sync with each fresh pulse of his cock. He could feel spurts of his seed jetting from his dick in violent sprays, filling Paige up. Pure sexual rapture filled him up as his orgasm continued, filling his entire body with absolute bliss.

He didn’t know how long he came in her.

When he was finished, he opened up his eyes and looked up at her. She was staring at him, her pale face flushed and slicked with sweat. She didn’t say anything, she didn’t have to. Paige just smiled. Ethan smiled tiredly back and carefully pulled out of her. His cock felt extremely sensitive now. Once he was out, he flopped over onto the bed beside her, too tired to hold himself up any longer. For a moment, they both lay there gasping for breath.

“Best. Sex. Ever,” he said with conviction.

“I’m not entirely sure, but right now, in this moment, I think I might agree,” Paige said. Her voice sounded dreamy and far away.

Basking in the post-coital glow, Ethan felt like he was awash and floating in a sea of warm, pink pleasure.

“I kind of want to do it again,” Paige said.

“Me too,” Ethan replied. “But I need a minute.”

She propped herself up on her elbows and grinned, looking down at him, as he was laying beside her, but in the opposite direction, his head facing the foot of the bed. “If this is going to be a regular thing, you’re going to have to build up some endurance.”

“I’ll need some practice,” he replied. “I think having a lot of orgasms inside you will help with that endurance thing.”

Paige snorted and rolled her eyes. “What a surprise.” She laid back down, staring up at the ceiling again. “Wow, I feel so...good. Like, my brain is empty. I feel at peace. I’m not worrying about anything at all. Not my debt or ripping off corporations or any of the other crap that normally goes with being a mercenary. I haven’t lived without at least some kind of background worry for a long time now. It’ll come back, but it’s nice to just completely disconnect from everything for a little while, to put everything on hold.”

“It is,” Ethan agreed. He realized she was right. Nothing was bothering him right now. Worry had utterly exited his body. “You have debt?” he asked, running what she’d just said through his mind again.

“Shit...I didn’t mean to say that. Oh well. Yes, I have debt.”

“Where’d it come from...if you don’t mind my asking?”

“I guess not. About a year ago, I had a mission. I had to infiltrate an automated space station and extract some survey data they’d stored there. Long story short: I fucked up, the space station was damaged and I got caught in the process. Being enterprising sons of bitches, the corporation I was ripping off decided to cut a deal with me: if I agreed to pay back double the cost of the damage, they wouldn’t file any charges and it’d all be off the record. Obviously, I took the deal. And that’s what I’ve been doing with my life since. The good news, at least, is that I’ve kept busy and I’m fairly close to finishing it off.”

“Huh...what are you going to do when it’s paid off?”

“Not sure yet.”

Ethan reached out and placed a hand on one of her thick, powerful thighs. He ran his hand along her smooth, hot skin slowly, loving the simple pleasure of it.

“You feel like a shower?” he asked. “I really need one.”

“Yeah. I’m all sweaty and...wow, you blew like the biggest load in my pussy. I don’t think I’ve ever had that much in me before.”

“Sorry,” he replied awkwardly.

“Don’t be. I mean, yeah, it’s a mess to clean up but it’s not that hard. And I’ve always thought of it as kind of a compliment...okay, maybe that came out weird. It’s more like, based on my, uh, limited experience with guys, it seems like a bigger load means they enjoyed themselves more. Or that it’s been a while since they last blew off.”

“Combination of both in my case,” Ethan said. “But mainly, holy shit, I enjoyed myself. Like...oh wow. I don’t really have words for how great that felt.”

Paige reached down and laid her larger hand over his. “I’m glad. It was pretty fantastic for me, too. Let’s take that shower.”

Ethan sat up. It had been too long since he’d taken a shower with a woman. He got to his feet and swayed slightly, still lightheaded from the world-shattering orgasm he’d just had. Paige stood up behind him and put her hands on his shoulders, steadying him. Then she reached down, draping her arms across his chest and pulling him back against her. He could feel her breasts resting on his shoulders.

“You’re cute,” she said.

“You’re really, really fucking hot,” he replied.

She laughed. “I guess I’d personally rather be hot than cute. But don’t worry, cute is just fine. Cute suits you perfectly.”

They left her bedroom together, holding hands, and came into the bathroom. Ethan stepped up to the shower and turned the water on, adjusting the temperature to something hot but tolerable. He wondered if there was enough room for both of them. Well, only one way to find out. He pulled back the curtain and stepped in as soon as the water was ready. A second later, Paige joined him. He stood in the waterfall, letting it wash over him, and stared at her tall, pale, naked body. As he began washing up, a thought occurred to him.

“I get the feeling you thought it would be hard to get me to sleep with you,” he said.

“Well...I mean, yeah,” she replied awkwardly, seemingly caught off guard by the question.

“Why?”

“What do you mean, why? I thought it was obvious.”

“I guess...it’s just so weird, the idea of you thinking that I’m, like...I dunno, out of your league or something? You’re so fucking attractive and fit and capable-”

“-and tall,” she said, cutting in.

“That can’t really be that much of a problem.”

“You’d be surprised. I mean, it’s always kind of been a problem. I’ve always been pretty graceless, socially speaking. For as long as I can remember it was hard for me to make friends. And then I got really tall in high school. And the I went into the military and became an Amazonian. I wouldn’t trade my height, my speed, my abilities for fitting in, but humans are social creatures. There’s almost constant reminders about how awkward I am or how hard it is to get laid. It’s like there’s this idea that you’re a fucking failure or something if you don’t have friends or ‘a life’, you know?” she explained.

“I know exactly what you mean,” he replied.

“I guess you do, don’t you? I know there’s still kind of a stigma against people who opt into staying inside all the time.”

“Yeah. There is. On top of that, I’m not exactly much to look at.”

“I don’t think you need it, you’re cute to me, but why haven’t you opted for some basic cosmetics...if you don’t mind my asking. Like all the billboards like to say, beauty is affordable.”

“I dunno. I mean, I take pills and stuff to keep me healthy, since I don’t really have the best habits. But, it feels...” he sighed softly, struggling to find the words. It was a question he had often asked himself.

“Wrong?” she asked.

“Yeah, wrong, I guess. Or strange.” He shrugged. “All I know is that I was so fucking surprised when you asked me for sex. I was into you the second I saw you, and I kept thinking, ‘there’s no fucking way she’ll want to sleep with me, she can get any fucking guy she wants.’”

“If only you knew the truth.”

“So guys really turn you down?”

“Here, gimme the shower, I’m getting cold,” Paige replied. They switched and he found himself staring at her wet, naked body as she adjusted the showerhead, which was on a sliding track, and brought it up about a foot, near the top of the track. “Ah, much better. And yeah. Guys turn me down. Though sometimes I get them into bed and they can’t get it up. I’ve gotten lucky a few times, but I’d say for about...a dozen years, I just fucked my teammates.”

“Really?” Ethan replied.

Paige grinned. “Yep. Lots and lots of girl on girl action. We all had the same problem. Well, most of us. There was this one Amazonian, I mentioned her earlier, Elise, she was so beautiful, this perfect redhead. Guys had a hard time saying no to her, even with her height. But yeah, we figured it was just easier to fuck each other. Especially given the fact that we could get our hands on these special strap-ons that let the wearer actually feel the pleasure of sex.”

“That’s...so fucking hot,” Ethan replied, already imaging several tall, beautiful women just like Paige, all of them kissing and licking each other, eating each other out, furiously humping each other with the strap-ons...

“I’m glad you think so,” Paige said, laughing a little bit. “Looks like you’re coming back online,” she said, reaching down and poking his cock, which was stiffening again.

She then reached down, grabbed his wrists and brought them up to her breasts. He exhaled sharply as an electric jolt of sexual energy zipped through him as his hands settled on her tits. On her large frame, they looked about average sized, but given that she was seven feet tall, ‘average’ for an Amazonian was at least double-d, and they filled up his grasp excellently. Ethan tended to love all breasts, but Paige seemed to have exceptional ones.

Her light pink nipples were poking into his palms as he began to massage her tits, groping them gently. She stood there and let him for several moments, both of them wet and naked and horny. Suddenly, he let go of her breasts, leaned in and began licking across one of her nipples. Paige let out a soft gasp of happy surprise as he did this. As he continued licking her nipples, switching between them, he reached back and settled his hands on her firm, fit ass. It had a nice amount of padding to it and felt fantastic to grope.

Ethan then took one of her nipples into his mouth and began to suck on it.

“Mmm...oh yes I love it when someone sucks on my tits,” Paige moaned, resting a hand on the back of his head and massaging it gently.

Well, what more encouragement did he need than that?

Ethan switched over to her other breast after a moment, giving it a similar treatment. He kept at it for several more moments, then he started lowering himself, kissing down her chest and then her stomach, which caused her to gasp and twitch slightly. Then he got down onto his knees, in between her legs, which she spread for him.

He looked up at her perfect, smooth pussy.

“You shave it?” he asked, then ran a finger in between her lips.

She gasped. “No,” she managed, “got the hair removed.”

“Very nice,” he murmured, then he slipped a finger up into her.

Paige let out a loud moan as he started fucking her with his finger. She still felt so tight inside. It was almost like her pussy was sucking his finger back inside every time he pulled it back. He desperately wanted to fuck her again.

“M-maybe we should go back to bed,” Paige said. “So we can do this in a more comfortable position.”

Ethan grinned up at her. “You just don’t want to admit that you’re having a hard time standing up,” he replied.

She sighed. “Yes,” she admitted.

“Fine by me.”

They killed the water, hastily dried off and hurried back through the apartment, rushing to her bedroom and all but diving into the bed together. Paige laid on her back and spread her long legs for him once more. Ethan got down in between them, eager to please her. That was one thing he’d discovered when he was with Pink: he loved pleasuring his partner. Laying down flat on his stomach, he stared at her smooth pink pussy.

He decided he was going to go all out for this one.

Remembering what he’d learned with Pink, he carefully spread the lips of her pussy with his thumbs and then leaned in, letting his breath out slowly, allowing it to whisper across her glistening, sensitive skin.

A shudder ran through Paige, a tremble of anticipation.

He stuck out his tongue, leaned in and touched its tip to the small, white nub of her clit.

Paige let out a small gasp, then moaned, loud and long, as he started to massage her clit with his tongue, moving slowly up and down.

“Fuuuuuuuck,” Paige moaned, reaching down and grabbing his head, rubbing her fingers slowly through his hair.

Ethan began slowly increasing the speed he was licking her at, slowly using more of his tongue, pushing harder a little more every couple of seconds. He knew he had to extend this, to slowly build it up. As he started using more of his tongue, licking at her clit, Paige began panting, moaning in desperate pleasure, trembling, clearly trying to control herself from moving around too much. She was slowly raising and lowering her hips, pushing his face into her crotch. She was so much bigger and stronger than him that she knew she might hurt him if she was too rough. Ethan continued building the pleasure.

Then he slipped a finger into her.

“Oh yes!” she yelled as he began pushing rapidly up into her most sensitive spot over and over again, making her feel even better.

Before long, Ethan found himself using all of his tongue and his lower lip, slipping his finger rapidly in and out of her, stimulating her as much as possible.

“Holy fuck! Keep going! Keep-OH MY FUCKING GOD YES!” Paige shrieked.

She started coming.

Ethan pulled back as another spray of feminine sex juices escaped her pussy, getting all over her inner thighs and the sheets and onto him. She cried out, babbling incoherently in absolute sexual euphoria as the orgasm consumed her entire body. He watched as her body trembled, her muscles clenched and released, her breasts jiggled wonderfully. She continued climaxing for what seemed like quite a while, then, suddenly, she let out her breath in one harsh exhale and her whole body went slack against the bed.

“Thank you,” she whispered, breathing heavily.

“You’re very welcome,” he replied.

“I can at least say that you are the best male sexual partner I’ve ever had. Easily. Without a doubt after that display.”

“Glad to hear it,” Ethan replied, smiling at her.

“Now,” Paige said, sitting up and fixing him with her intense gaze. “I have a decent sense of fair play and it’s your turn. Lie back, I’m going to give you head.”

“All right,” Ethan said, happily switching positions with her. He laid down on his back and watched as she got between his legs.

She smiled up at him, her grin seductive and sexy, her eyes flashing again with pure lust. She licked up the entire length of his cock and slipped it into her mouth in one smooth move. He moaned as hot, wet pleasure enveloped his cock. She started sucking his dick and bobbing her head, slowly at first, building speed.

The sexual pleasure was immediate and immense. Like a lot of the other things he’d been experiencing recently, it had been far too long since he’d had his dick sucked. Especially by someone who was very skilled at it. And Paige was definitely skilled in the art. She maintained eye contact with him as she slid her lips up and down the rigid length of his cock. It quickly became too much and after about forty five seconds he had to make her stop.

“Sorry,” he said, “I’m gonna come if you keep going.”

She grinned and blew an errant strand of brunette hair away. “Tell you what, if you want, when you’re ready to come, I’ll let you put it back in my mouth and I’ll totally suck you dry.”

“That sounds fucking awesome...how should we do it this time?” Ethan replied, propping himself up on his elbows.

“Doggystyle?” Paige replied. “It’s my favorite position.”

“Sounds fucking awesome,” he said.

Her smile broadened and they quickly switched positions. Paige got onto her hands and knees, presenting her broad, well-padded ass to him. He looked down at her smooth, glistening pink pussy, then quickly got up against her and guided his saliva-slicked cocked into it. They both moaned in sexual unity as he penetrated her for the second time that day. Ethan settled his hands first on her fit ass, then, as he began driving into, he slid his hands to her hips, getting a good grasp on them and pulling her towards him with each thrust.

“Oh fucking fuck yes, Ethan!” she cried as he pounded deep into her.

Hearing her yell his name in sexual rapture nearly drove him into orgasm, but he fought for control. He wanted this one to last longer. The first time had been fast and frantic, a release for both of them. This one was a bit more coordinated. And he really wanted to come in her mouth. Digging in his fingertips, he kept sliding rapidly in and out of her. She was so smooth and slick inside, so hot and wet and perfect.

Not to mention the view of her ass and her back. She had that awesome thing that really fit women had, where their ass was pleasantly sized and made kind of a teardrop shape, narrowing up to a trim, fit, thin midriff. It was particularly pronounced on Paige, since she was in pretty much peak physical condition.

Fucking her like this also emphasized their size difference. She wasn’t merely tall, she was huge, enormous compared to him, over a foot in height difference, and it really showed. She had to spread her knees pretty wide in order to lower herself enough so that he had access to her pussy. All of this still felt like a dream, a complete fantasy, like it wasn’t really happening. He was fucking this amazingly sexy, fit seven foot tall warrior woman and she was completely into him. They were here, together, alone, able to completely enjoy themselves.

Ethan knew he was going to come soon.

“Gonna need your mouth soon,” he gasped.

“Just tell me when. And when it’s time, just fall onto your back, I’ll take care of the rest,” Paige replied.

“Got it.”

He kept going, enjoying every single second he was inside of her wonderful Amazonian pussy, and then it was time.

“Going!” he called, pulling out of her and falling back like she’d told him.

With a remarkable grace and dexterity, she twisted around, got down between his legs and took his cock into her mouth before he’d started seriously letting off. He cried out in pure pleasure as she started sucking him off. His dick kicked and spasmed inside of her mouth as it spat thick spurts of his seed. She brought her hand up, wrapping her thumb and first two fingers around his dick, and began to jack him off.

“Oh, Paige!” he moaned, nearly incoherent with raw bliss.

She kept sucking until his dick had stopped kicking, then she sucked a bit more and took him out of her mouth.

“There,” she said, grinning at him. “How was that?”

“No words,” he mumbled. “Too good.”

She laughed. “Good to know I’ve still got it. Been a while since I’ve been with a guy. I’ll be right back, need to wash my mouth out.”

He nodded and laid there, trying to stop the room from spinning. That orgasm had almost been as good as the first one. In the bathroom, he heard running water, then Paige gargling and spitting. A moment later she returned, crawled onto the bed and sat with her back against a wall. She fixed him with her gray gaze.

“Now what?” she asked.

“I want to have sex again,” he replied, “but I definitely need a break.”

“Fair enough, although I was more talking about what to do next in general. Earlier we were talking about running another mission...”

“Oh! Yeah, that sounds good. You know more about this than I do, so I guess I’ll pretty much follow your lead,” Ethan replied.

“Good, that will make things less complicated. Hmm, I think I’d like to go somewhere that’s at least a day away.”

“Why that far?”

She grinned. “So that we can rent an actual cabin with a bed instead of having to sit stuffed like sardines in seats with a hundred other people.”

“A cabin would give us opportunity to catch up on all the sex we’ve both been missing out on lately,” Ethan replied, returning her grin. He reached up and placed a hand on one of her thick, athletic thighs.

“I was thinking the exact same thing,” Paige said.

...

Although it was still kind of jarring, Ethan thought that he could get used to this process of system-hopping.

Said process began with the packing up of all relevant pieces of gear and any personal belongings they wanted to bring with them. Ethan had broken his rig back down and put it into the foam-lined hardcase. Once they’d gathered their supplies up, they paid the severance fee for leaving the apartment early, bought tickets on a faster-than-light shuttle that rented out cabins, (and paid extra for one with a really big bed), and then they’d had a taxi take them down to the port, where they’d waited until it was time to get on the shuttle.

In the midst of all this, Ethan was struck by the reality that, in about a day, he was essentially packing up his whole life and jumping to another solar system. It was a crazy notion...and yet, despite the way he’d lived his life so far, he found that he didn’t actually hate this. In fact, he was really getting to like this life.

Though some of that, (maybe a lot), had to do with Paige.

Once they were on the shuttle, they were shown to their cabin. Paige had to duck slightly as they made their way down the narrow corridor that was lined with cabins. Theirs was at the end, an ‘executive’ model, that apparently had a view and more space than the others. Once they reached the door, Paige opened it with a swipe of her thumbprint and they stepped inside.

“Whoa, really nice,” Ethan said, looking around as he set down his bag.

It was definitely a hell of a lot nicer than the conditions he was used to traveling in. They had an actual kitchenette, a desk and a dining area, (a table for two), a bathroom that turned out to have a full-sized jacuzzi and then, dominating the room, a huge bed that was larger than a king-size. It would be enough to accommodate both of them and any activities they felt the need to get into. Speaking of activities...

Paige dropped her bag and planted her hands on her hips. “Okay, Ethan, you’re going to be used like a fuck toy now. I thought it’d be polite to tell you.”

He laughed, already feeling excitement and sexual energy welling within him. “I’m perfectly okay with this.”

“Kinda figured.”

She pulled off her shirt and her sports bra, then pushed him back onto the bed. “I’m going to ride you,” she said, pulling down her pants and panties and kicking them aside. She stared at him for a moment as he quickly undressed himself.

“I promise not to break you.”

As he got naked, Ethan quickly got back to where he could rest his head on the pillows and laid down in the middle of the bed. It had taken them about four hours to get here, most of it spent in the terminal waiting for the shuttle. And during almost all of that time, both of them had been fidgeting with pent up sexual energy.

Both Ethan and Paige had been without sex for a long time.

It was like starving for weeks and suddenly finding yourself in the midst of a free, all you can eat buffet.

All they wanted to do was fuck.

Ethan watched with intent fascination as Paige got down on her stomach, between his legs, and started sucking his dick. He groaned as the hot pleasure hit him like a drug, he could feel her making liberal use of her tongue, sliding it all over his cock. She only kept this up for about ten seconds however, ending it by spitting a thick gob of saliva onto his dick and massaging it with one huge hand. Then she got up.

“Ready?” she asked as she got into position, straddling him.

“More than,” he replied eagerly, desperate to be inside of her again.

Both of them moaned as she lowered her wonderfully tight pussy down the rigid length of his shaft. She took him in by lowering herself a few times, each time going a bit lower until he was completely buried within her pussy. Then, resting on her feet, she leaned forward a bit, placed her hands on either side of his head and began fucking his dick, moving her hips smoothly and perfectly up and down.

“Holy fuck,” he moaned, simply staring at her perfectly sculpted body.

“Bet your last fuck buddy couldn’t do this,” she said, licking her lips, staring down at him intently.

“No, definitely not,” he replied. He couldn’t remember if that was actually true or not, but he didn’t know because he’d never been ridden like this before. It looked fucking amazing and it felt incredible.

Seeing the way her pale thighs bulged with muscle, the way her breasts hung down between her arms, practically in his face.

In fact, they were so close that he could prop himself up on his elbows and start sucking on one of her perfect pink nipples.

Paige let out a low moan as he did this. “That’s a good boy,” she whispered, then she started fucking him faster.

Ethan groaned. Her pussy was like something out of mythology. Even the first time he’d ever had unprotected sex or the times he’d hired particularly skilled hookers or even the best sex with Pink hadn’t been this good.

“You’re gonna blow off soon, right?” Paige asked suddenly.

“Getting there,” he replied, “you can read me that well?”

“I guess so. Here, lemme get turned around and get myself off. Try to hold on.”

“I will.”

“Thanks.”

With a skillful dexterity, she straightened up and spun around, showing him her perfect pale ass. She balanced herself carefully, continuing to ride his dick, and reached down between her thighs. As her moans took on a new pitch and power, he realized she must be rubbing her clit. Within seconds, she was coming again.

“Oh fuck yes...” she moaned.

Ethan groaned as well, grabbing her hips as he felt her come. The pleasure increased immediately as she orgasmed all over his dick. She continued letting out panting moans of pleasure as she got much hotter and wetter inside. Then she leaned forward, brought her feet up under her and rested her hands on his legs. She started moving herself smoothing up and down his cock again, fucking it perfectly, and now he had a view of her fantastic ass.

“Come in me,” she said. “I missed the feeling.”

Ethan gave himself to her, to the pleasure, staring at her pale, fit ass, her bulging thighs and smooth hips, and he started to come within seconds. He let out a sharp sound of pleasure as his cock began spurting his seed deep into her pussy, filling her up. She stopped fucking him as he started coming and instead lowered herself all the way, so that he was completely inside of her as his dick started spitting out his seed.

“Mmm...that’s it, that’s a good boy...” she murmured.

“Oh, fuck Paige...it’s so good...” he moaned, twitching in pleasure.

He kept going, his hips jerking up with each fresh pulse of pleasure that sent waves of sexual bliss washing through him, until he was drained once more. Then he fell back against the bed and let out his breath in a harsh exhale.

“There,” Paige said, getting off of him and standing up. She moved into the bathroom. He rolled over and saw her wiping at herself with a handful of toilet paper. “Jeez, you made a big mess again,” she murmured.

“I love making messes,” he replied.

She laughed. “Yeah, me too. Let’s take a shower, then we can order up some pizza or something and actually relax.”

“Sounds fucking awesome.”

Ethan got up and joined her in the bathroom. She started up the shower and they got inside. As they started washing up, he could tell that something was bothering her.

“You okay?” he asked after he finished wetting his hair. “You looked distracted.”

“I guess I’m just wondering...I mean, it seems obvious, but...you don’t think I’m a freak, do you?” she asked.

“What? No. Of course not. No way,” he replied. “Why?”

“I’ve just had to put up with that a lot in my life and it kind of...fucked me up. I’ve mostly gotten over it, but being physically close with someone kind of makes me, you know, emotional. I’ve never been very good at separating the two...sorry if this is too heavy. It’s probably stupid on my part to get so...involved. In a way it goes against all the instincts I’ve gained as a soldier and a mercenary, but, in another way, it goes against who I am.”

“I don’t mind,” Ethan replied. He stepped forward suddenly and wrapped her in a hug. “I like you, Paige. I feel...” he considered his words for a moment. “I feel like, now, I don’t have to put up a front around you. And that’s a very relieving feeling.”

“I know what you mean,” she replied immediately. “It’s so stressful to have to be someone else or acting tough when you don’t even really feel like it.”

Ethan disengaged himself from her and gave her the shower.

She kissed him on the forehead. “Thanks for the hug...and the sex.”

“Right back at you. You are phenomenal at it,” he replied.

“Hugging or sex?”

He laughed. “Sex. You’re merely awesome at hugging.”

“I’ll have to step up my hugging game.”

They laughed together and finished washing up. Once they were done, they dried off and went back to the bed, first swapping out the blankets and sheets for fresh ones, then shoving the dirtied ones into a laundry chute and laying back down.

“Okay,” Paige said, “I’m plugged into room service through my Link, you okay with pepperoni?” she asked.

“Yeah, that’s fine. Get some soda, too.”

“What kind?”

“I dunno...Lunar Eclipse is good.”

“Got it. And...order is placed. Should be here soon. And now we can just...relax, for the rest of the trip. What do we do now?”

“We seem to be asking that a lot...well, if you don’t mind, maybe we could get to know each other a little better.”

“I suppose that makes sense. What did you want to know?”

“Earlier...I asked you what you did after the war, and you hedged. It’s okay if you don’t want to talk about it, I won’t ask again if you don’t want.”

Paige sighed. “No, it’s fine. I guess I should tell someone. It’s been a long time since I’ve had anyone to talk to, and you’re as good as anyone.” She stopped speaking for a moment, closing her eyes, gathering her thoughts.

“After the war, I mentioned that a lot of us girls became mercenaries. And it’s no secret the Amazonian mercenaries tend to operate in groups. I was in one such group. There were six of us and we were all pretty much as close as you could get. We trusted each other implicitly, we loved each other, we were intimate, we were lovers and best friends. We did everything together. When the war was over, we formed up and got back to work pretty much right away, since we don’t like to be idle for very long, for the most part.

“I ran with them for three years. We pulled all sorts of missions: delivery, protection, extraction, espionage, sometimes elimination if the person really deserved it, though I, ironically, don’t really like to kill. It was the happiest three years of my life. And then it all went to hell.” She fell silent, frowning deeply, staring down at her hands.

“What happened?” Ethan asked quietly.

“You make a lot of enemies, doing what we do. Plus there’s enough jackasses out there that hate us on principle, since we’re ‘different’. Anyway, we got this job. We were supposed to pick up a package from a warehouse. We got the package and scanned it. Went through the scanners just fine. We brought it back to our ship, but the second we engaged our FTL engine...that was it. It was a bomb designed to react to FTL energies. I was on the bridge, piloting, when it happened. Just barely managed to survive, since the bridge was designed as an escape vehicle. The others were killed instantly. Docking authorities found me, saved me. Once I’d gotten out of the hospital, I found out who did it and I hunted them down.

“And that time I had no compunction about killing.”

“Who were they?”

“Just some rival mercenary group that had been hired by a corporation we had pissed off after extracting one of their scientists who wanted to work for another company. I killed the mercenaries, tracked down the corporation, then infiltrated their corporate HQ, pulled out all the dirty little secrets they had and leaked it all over the net, to every single source I could possibly think of. Their CEOs went to jail, they’re still there.”

“Which corporation was it?”

“Morning Star, Inc.”

“Holy shit, I remember hearing about that. It was all over the news...”

“Yeah, well, my girls were worth it.”

Ethan shifted closer to her on the bed and hugged her again. “I’m sorry,” he said. It was the only thing he could think to say.

“Me too,” Paige replied, hugging him back and squeezing him a little too tightly. It hurt but he didn’t say anything.

After a little while, she let him go.

“What about you?” she asked after a minute.

“I don’t have anything nearly so tragic...I told you about my parents. Ghosts, never there, so I left them. But the thing that really sucked in my life was...I had this girlfriend, last year. Pink was her name. I loved her. I thought she loved me. She was another hacker. We got really close, moved in together, ran jobs together. It was perfect. Then we got this big contract, we were going to slice into some CEO’s private bank account. It required two different hackers working from two different locations. We rented a cheap, crappy hotel room on the far side of town for her and got to work. Once we pulled it off, she was supposed to come back to my place with the money. She didn’t. She was gone. I never heard from her again.”

“I’m sorry,” Paige said quietly.

“Me too,” he murmured. “So, obviously, I have...trust issues.”

“Same...maybe we should lay some like...ground rules, for the relationship?”

“Okay. Like what?”

“Well...maybe we shouldn’t get too involved with each other. I mean...shit, I don’t even know. I mean, I kind of want this to be exclusive...but then I feel that that’s kind of selfish, because it’s not like I have guys hitting on me, so it really just comes off as I don’t want you to sleep with anyone else because if it’s open, I won’t be able to sleep with anyone else.”

“Paige, I’m okay with making it exclusive. Right now...I don’t want anyone else.”

She smiled, looking relieved. “Okay, good. I’m a little reluctant to say that we’re dating, although I mean, what’s the difference between dating and what we’re doing right now, you know?” She sighed, clearly having difficulty.

“How about...we just keep doing what we’re doing, and leave it at that for now?” Ethan suggested.

“I guess that sounds fine. It sounds easy at least, and I like easy.”

“Same.”

There was a soft chime at their door.

“I guess that’s the pizza,” Paige said, standing up and wrapping a blanket around herself. “I’ll go get it, then we can find something to watch together.”

“Sounds great.”

Ethan watched her go to the door and for once in a long while, felt genuinely happy and content with his life.

...

Things were going smoothly.

Paige thought about the past two days as she kicked her way through the cold waters separating the island from the mainland they were currently occupying. The trip through space had been very decadent, something Paige wasn’t too familiar with. After everything had gone south with her squad, she had given up a lot, falling into a harder life, cutting out all the frills and fancies, especially after incurring that debt.

The shuttle ride had been like a mini-vacation.

They’d had sex another five times before docking with the next port, a space station in orbit around the planet they’d selected. Once they’d selected the next furnished apartment and Ethan had cooked up some new fake IDs, she’d let him rest, because he’d been utterly exhausted. She felt a little guilty, because she’d kept waking him during the trip, wanting more sex. She was remembering that a side effect of her augmentation was a somewhat overexcited sex drive. It had gone dormant over the past two years.

But now it was back with a vengeance.

Then again, she didn’t feel too guilty. As much as she lacked confidence in the relationship department, she could tell quite obviously that she was pretty much constantly fulfilling Ethan’s wildest dreams. Every time they had sex it was almost like he was worshiping her. It felt weird, but also really good...and it also felt weird that it felt good. She’d never had someone who was so...reverent to her in bed.

When she’d let him go to sleep in the apartment, (after riding his cock one more time), he’d slept for a solid fourteen hours.

Paige had taken the time to scope out the area, put her ear to the ground and scare up a few leads on a new job. By the time he’d woken up, she’d selected a job for them and had run it by him. The pay was low, but it was easy and fun. After waking up, (she’d basically fucked him awake, he’d come to when she’d started sucking him off,) having a shower and some food, she’d gone over the basics of the mission she wanted to run, and he’d said it sounded great. They’d spent several hours scoping it out, figuring out all the specifics.

As their second night together on the new world had fallen, Paige had set to work. She’d gone over the plan with him, bought the appropriate gear at the local black market and had made her way to an abandoned dock not far from the island.

The island, which was a mile off the coast, was their target.

They were being paid twenty thousand credits to break into a security network for a corporation on the planet and plant a monitoring device that would allow someone to listen in on their rivals. It was a pretty easy job.

Paige was near the island now.

They’d decided it would make the most sense to swim into an old drainage pipe that was apparently no longer in their system, according to Ethan’s sweep of the security network. She’d rented a wetsuit and flippers, a mask and an oxygen tank. She had on a combat suit beneath that. With the enhanced visual suite the mask offered, she could see the rust-eaten pipe about a hundred feet dead ahead of her.

Perfect. On time and exactly where it should be.

“How are we doing?” Ethan asked, his voice soft in her ear.

“On point,” she replied. “I was thinking about what we’re going to do to celebrate when I get back from this. I’m having a hard time deciding.”

“I’m sure we’ll think of something,” Ethan replied. She could hear the grin in his voice.

Already she could feel that familiar warm tingling between her legs and in her lower belly. She felt like a freaking teenager again. He had her horny so often. That thought made her frown slightly as darker thoughts intruded. She thought she was hiding it well, but...she was worried. They’d been together less than a week and already Paige was getting really attached to Ethan. Like, she really liked him.

And for more than just the fact that he loved fucking her and that, despite his view of himself, he was actually pretty good at getting her off. He talked to her, listen to her, respected her and...he wasn’t afraid of her, for the most part. It was very nice to finally be in the company of someone who wasn’t actively intimidated by her.

That’s what had her worried.

That conversation they’d had about the relationship was her attempt to sort of pump the breaks. Ethan had seemed cool with it, but she was still worried. Serious attachments in her life had almost never gone well. She thought she’d found the perfect group of friends and lovers before, and that was the problem.

They were perfect.

And they’d all been ripped away from her by a cold, uncaring universe.

Paige wasn’t sure if she could survive that a second time. She didn’t want to care too much about Ethan because something might happen to him, and if something did happen to him...no, it was too painful to think about.

Easier just to fuck him and have a good time.

Paige made it to the pipe, checked to see that it was clear and then swam inside. Now was the time to focus on the mission.

She swam the length of the pipe, found an old access hatch and grabbed onto it.

“I’m at the hatch, am I clear?” she asked.

“You’re clear as far as I can tell,” Ethan replied.

It wasn’t what she wanted to hear, definitive answers were always better, but there wasn’t much security coverage in the area she was coming up in. It worked both for and against her. It was less likely anyone would be there or any security systems would pick her up, but it also meant that they couldn’t see if someone had snuck off for a cigarette or something. The pipe opened up into an old maintenance area, buried about twenty feet underground that should link up to the rest of the compound.

Key word there was should.

This wasn’t exactly the most well-maintained area.

Paige gripped the hatch, grunted as she tried to spin it and finally got it to release. It spun around and then she pushed it up and open. Grabbing the edges, she crawled out and looked around. Her vision filter cut through the almost perfect darkness that enshrouded the room. The only light came from around the edges of a door to her right. There wasn’t much in the room, just some shelves, a pile of boxes and an empty table.

She checked the area out, found it empty and then stripped off her wet gear, putting it in a pile in the shadows behind the pile of boxes. Now that she was out of that, she moved to the door and eased it open. A dim yellow bulb lit a dirty metal hallway beyond. Paige moved into it and began hurrying through the underground portion of the security complex. Right now, she felt in control, her mind centering on the task at hand.

Moving through a series of hallways, she located and slipped into a stairwell that at least looked a little more maintained than the rest of the area.

“Coming up to the ground level, how’s it looking?” she whispered.

“You’re still good. Everyone is where they’re supposed to be,” Ethan replied.

Paige opened the door and stepped out into room beyond. It was like stepping into a different world. Everything here was fresh, shiny and clean, in pristine condition. The door let out into a break room. She passed by a chrome sink set into a row of counters topped by smooth, polished marble, a table and some chairs. Moving out through the only other door in the room, Paige began making her way through the building.

The hallways were brightly lit, making her very nervous, but she ran into no one, and Ethan had a subroutine in place that played recorded loops of footage, though that wouldn’t last for long. Either the system or someone else would notice what was going on, so she had to get in and out as quickly as possible.

Nothing new there.

She reached the security networking room and slipped inside. Clear. She reached into one protected pocket, pulled out the device and reached up. Paige popped a vent grate out of the ceiling, stuck the device into the vent, made sure it was affixed to a surface and activated, then put the vent grate back into place.

“Done,” she whispered.

“Sending out for confirmation now.” There was a pause. Ethan was now telling the corporation that was hiring them that the device was ready to be activate. Paige waited the agonizing thirty seconds it took before he said, “okay, we’re good. Go.”

Paige quickly made her way back through the building, slipped back into the underground and found her gear. After pulling it on, she got back into the tunnel, sealed the hatch after her and began swimming out.

Now, to get home and celebrate...

...

Ethan was getting ready to blow his load.

Both of them were hot, flushed and sweaty. They were naked and horny and fucking frantically. He was laying on top of her, in between her thick thighs, driving into her, panting and groaning as the pleasure burned through him.

She’d given him permission to give her a facial.

He was very eager to do it.

He’d already gotten her off, twice. She was definitely right: she was easy to get off.

“Shit, gonna come soon,” he moaned.

“Get into position,” Paige replied.

He nodded, fucked her for a few seconds more, then pulled out and quickly crawled up the length of her body. When his dick was in her face, she gripped it and started licking the head. He moaned loudly and within seconds he started coming. Paige started jacking him off rapidly, pumping his cock dry. It kicked hard in her grasp, spraying a thick spurt that got mostly into her mouth. The next volley sprayed across her lips and her right cheek. Then more got onto her other cheek, her chin and her forehead.

When he’d finished, Paige put his cock back into her mouth, and pulled it out while sucking, then let go.

“There, you happy?” she asked.

“Yes,” he groaned. “So happy. That was so hot.”

“Great, now get off of me, I can’t open my left eye or I’ll get your spew in it. I want to wash up,” she replied.

He quickly got off of her and sat down heavily on the bed, staring at her fit, pale ass as she stood up and left the room. He heard running water for several moments. After a little while, Paige came back, her face fresh and clean.

She laid back down on the bed with him. “Why do guys like doing that so much?” she asked.

“I’m...not really sure. It just looks really hot,” Ethan replied after a moment’s consideration.

“I think it’s a control thing,” Paige said. “Kind like...marking your territory.”

“I guess that makes sense.”

They laid down together, wrapping their arms around each other and simply laying there. The job had gone off without a hitch, the money was in their accounts and he’d tossed another seven thousand credits towards his debt.

Things were going well.

He hoped that kept up.

...

It did keep up.

For about one month.

They pulled eight additional jobs. They’d mostly been smaller jobs, but by the time they’d wrapped up their tenth job together, he’d killed off seventy thousand credits worth of debt. He was also feeling kind of guilty, because two jobs ago, Paige had finished paying off her own debt. But she was still finding and doing jobs to help him pay off the rest of his. It was that decision on her part that really started making him think about something.

Something he’d found it difficult not to think about.

It was what he was thinking about as he and Paige burst into her bedroom in the apartment they were currently occupying, kissing passionately. They stopped only to strip out of their clothing. He’d grown to love their post-job fucks. It was always fast and frantic and although it was short, it felt fucking amazing the entire time.

“I’ve got a new position I want to try,” he said.

“Oh really? All right, I’m game,” she replied.

He had her sit down on the edge of the bed, then lay back and spread her legs as wide as she could, which turned out to be really fucking wide. She held her legs open for him. “So, you want to fuck me like this?” she asked.

“Yes, definitely. I can so make it worth it.”

“Well get to it.”

He nodded, stepping up to her and guiding his cock into her exposed pussy. The bed was the perfect height for it. Both of them let out sounds of sexual bliss as he pushed his way into her. Resting his hands on her tremendous thighs, he started fucking her. He had the absolute perfect angle and wondered why he hadn’t tried this before. He was definitely going to suggest doing this a lot again, it felt and looked fucking amazing.

And if he planned to ask for it again in the future, he had to give Paige a decent reason to say yes to it again.

After making love to her for a little bit, he reached down, rested his hand against her lower stomach and began to rub her clit with his thumb.

“Oh, holy-fuck that’s so good!” she cried.

Within ten seconds he had her coming. She cried out, moaning and trembling in desperate pleasure as her pussy grew much hotter and wetter inside, and her vaginal muscles began to twitch and spasm and clench. Ethan groaned and started fucking her faster and harder as her sex juices sprayed out from around his cock, getting onto his stomach and hips and thighs.

“Oh yes...yesyesyesyesyes!”

Ethan kept furiously fucking her through the orgasm, feeling his own welling up. He stared at her beautiful, pale body, all of her smooth skin and her big, perfect breasts bouncing in sync with his thrusting, trembling and jiggling as she came.

Right about the time her orgasm ran out, his began.

Ethan let out a loud cry of pleasure as his dick began spitting out thick spurts of his seed deep into her, his hips thrusting forward with each fresh pulse of pleasure, forcing him deeper and deeper into her perfect pussy.

He continued writhing against her as his orgasm burned through his body, filling him with pure, sexual rapture.

When it was over, he carefully pulled out of her and sat down heavily on the bed. He fell back as she stood up, popped her back and walked into the bathroom. As he laid there, staring at the ceiling, basking in the post-orgasm glow, he found his thoughts returning, stronger than ever. It was crazy, and probably dangerous and stupid to bring it up.

But he suddenly found that he couldn’t keep it inside anymore.

“Paige,” he said, sitting up as she walked back into the room.

She must have heard something in his voice, because she stopped, fixing him fully with her gaze. “Yes?” she asked cautiously.

“I think...that I love you,” he said, a tremendous roiling cauldron of terror and hope making his stomach a trembling mess.

Paige stared at him for a long time.

“No,” she said suddenly.

“What?” he replied.

“No, you...oh god, you’ve got to be kidding me!” she snapped. Suddenly, she turned around and began gathering up her clothes.

“Paige, what are you doing?” he asked.

“Ethan you fucking asshole,” she growled, violently getting dressed. “Why...why did you have to fuck it up!? What did I tell you!? I told you we keep it simple!”

“I...I’m sorry, Paige, I couldn’t...I couldn’t keep it in anymore.”

“You had to do what you had to do,” she muttered, shoving some things into her bag, “now I have to do what I have to do.”

“What...what are you doing?”

“I’m leaving. Don’t call me.”

She walked out of the room.

“Wait!” Ethan cried, leaping to his feet and following after her. But she was much faster than him, and she was out the front door and gone before he’d gotten halfway down the hall. He walked slowly into the living room, staring at the closed door.

He stood there, staring at that door for a long time.

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After some thought, I've come to realize that three things seem to set me apart from all the other ten million erotica authors out there.

The first is that I tend to write from the perspective of regular, average twenty-something men. After hearing about all the billionaires and NAVY Seals and cowboys, I figured maybe it was time to hear from someone a bit more...real. Someone people could relate to.

The second thing that sticks out is that while I've come across tons of erotica about hot babes being slammed by monsters, (werewolves, vampires, even dinosaurs and BIGFOOT for fuck's sake!), there wasn't much out there about regular dudes banging hot monster chicks. And they need love too, right?

The final thing that I didn't even realize at first and I've since tried to cultivate because I believe in it is that I'm all about sexual equality. I'm not really here to condemn or kink-shame anyone, but I just like the idea of consent, sexual respect and both parties getting what they want out of the sexual encounter. (Or I guess I should say all parties, depending on how many people are fucking at once!)

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