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Cabin Cousins: Part 4

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Cabin Cousins: Part 4
Costumes and characters.

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We sat on the couch, as she didn't have a table we could

both sit at and ate hungrily. We had both worked up quite an appetite. When we
had finished eating, Melissa leaned over the back of the couch, and set our
empty plates on the island counter, then cuddled up against me.

"That hit the spot." She said with a sigh.

"There's been a lot of that recently."

Melissa giggled. "Yeah, there has, hasn't there?"

We sat in silence for quite a while, just enjoying being

near each other.

Finally, Melissa sat up and said. "Come on, I'll show

you our costumes."

I followed her back to her bedroom, and she started pulling

things out of a big paper bag next to her dresser.

"This is yours." She said, handing me a blue

police shirt and hat. "And the final touches, handcuffs, and a
mustache." She handed me a pair of fuzzy pink novelty handcuffs and a fake
mustache that looked like it was straight out of a seventies porn video.

I laughed. "That's awesome. So I'm the cop, are you my

prisoner?"

"As much fun as that could be, no."

Then she took her costume out of the bag. It consisted of a

small light brown halter top with all kinds of colorful beads sewn onto it, a
matching skirt that looked very short, and a feathered
headdress.

"We're the Village People?" I asked.

Melissa nodded with a slightly uncertain smile. "Do you

like it?"

"I love it. What are Ashley and James going as?"

"Ashley is the cowboy, and James is the soldier."

She held up the halter top for me to see. "Ashley made this."

The beadwork was pretty amazing. As I looked it over, I

couldn't help but notice that Melissa still had an uncertain look on her face.

"Do you... not like it?" I asked.

"It's beautiful! It's just, Well, I should put it on

and show you." She put a hand over my eyes. "Close your eyes, and
when I tell you to open them, pretend that you aren't my lover, and I just
showed up to the party. Okay?"

I nodded and closed my eyes. Naturally, thoughts of what

Melissa was going to look like in the outfit began to bubble in my imagination.
Then the truth of it dawned on me. When I arrived at the cabin two weeks ago;
and she greeted me in a dress, which I was now certain that she had worn for
the sole purpose of enticing me and me alone. I have never seen her wear
anything in public that wasn't baggy or loose-fitting, and not anything nearly
as revealing as I imagined this costume was going to be. I knew that I had to
be very careful in how I reacted.

"Remember, you don't know me." Melissa reminded

me. Her voice sounded like she was at the other end of the room. "Okay.
Open your eyes."

I did and said the first thing that came to my mind.

"Wow." I looked her up and down. The halter top was cut fairly low,
giving a glimpse of the inner curves of her tits. It covered her chest down to
just above her navel, leaving a lot of skin on her belly, sides, and back,
bare. The skirt was very short, barely covering more of her legs than my boxer
briefs covered mine. The waistline sat low, leaving more skin exposed. Her long
muscular legs and her toned arms were also completely bare. As much as I was
struck by how stunningly sexy she looked, I could see how anxious she was about
the prospect of revealing so much skin.

While keeping my eyes on her, I turned my head like I was

talking to someone next to me. "Who is that?" Turning my head to the
other side I answered my question. "That's Melissa." Back to the
other side. "Wow, she is gorgeous."

My antics made Melissa giggle.

"Who is she here with?" "I don't know him.

Must be from out of town." "Lucky bastard."

Melissa laughed, and I stepped across the small room to her,

happy to have at least temporarily eased her tension.

When she spoke, her smile was still strained. "It's not

too much, I mean, not enough, is it?" She asked, tugging down slightly on
the hem of the skirt.

"It's more than a bikini."

"I don't own a bikini." She said, sitting down on

the edge of the bed. "It's not; I mean; I;" She was struggling to get
the right words out for what she wanted to say.

I sat on the bed next to her.

"It's not too... slutty, is it?" She

asked, staring at the floor.

Gently, I put a hand on her cheek and turned her head

towards me. "No. The costume isn't what makes some girls seem slutty, it's
how they act while wearing the costume, and that's just not who you are."

"I don't know how other girls can do it. They all seem

so comfortable in their skin. I've never been, except with you."

"Melissa, you are beautiful. There's no shame in

letting people see that." I said, keeping my hand on her cheek, and
maintaining eye contact.

She stretched her legs out in front of her, her flexed

muscles clearly defined. "I look like I could have been Brigitte Nielsen's
stunt double in Red Sonja."

I laughed. "You say that like it's a bad thing. She was

a goddess."

This got a smile from her. "I think you're

biased."

"Yes, I am. But that doesn't mean I'm wrong." She

still didn't seem convinced. "You should be proud of your body. It doesn't
matter what anyone else thinks. Do you like wearing it?"

"Yes." She said softly, then added. "It feels

really good."

"You look amazing."

"Everybody is going to be staring at me all night. I

don't know if I can take that."

She was probably right about everybody staring at her. Every

guy there is going to want her and be jealous of me. Every girl is going to
know that she is more beautiful than they are and be jealous of her.

"It's Halloween, so pretend to be someone else. Be a

girl who doesn't give a fuck about what other people think about her because
she's confident in who she is. Be a girl that loves the attention, because she
knows that every look is a compliment about her stunning beauty."

I wasn't sure if I was saying the right things or not. She

still didn't look very confident, but I could tell that she understood my
intent.

"I'll try." She gave me a quick kiss.

"Maybe you'll find out that you like the attention, and

won't have to pretend anymore."

"Maybe." She smiled shyly. "I think I have to

wear different panties though. I wanted to wear the red one for you
but..."

She stood and faced away from me, and I looked with

admiration at the backs of her long, sexy legs. Then she bent over at the
waist, and the short length of the skirt was pulled up, leaving nearly her
entire bare ass exposed. I could see the thin satin strap of her thong running
between her ass cheeks. I stood and put my hands on her ass, squeezing it. She
stood upright, but I kept her from turning around. I pressed myself against
her, arms around her waist, pulling her ass against the bulge in my pants.

"Keep the red one on," I whispered into her ear.

"It's not too much? I feel like I'm going to be showing

my bare ass to everybody."

"Maybe... just don't bend over like that when anyone

other than me can see it."

Melissa giggled cautiously. "Okay. But if I'm wearing

this, then you can't stand behind me to hide that bulge the whole time. If
people are going to see me, they're going to see you too."

I laughed. "Deal. I can guarantee that I'm going to be

hard as a rock all night." Then having an idea, I pulled away, undid my
pants, and reached down inside. Melissa watched me with an amused smile. I
rearranged myself so that, instead of being tucked down under between my legs,
my very erect cock sat pointing down along my left leg. I fastened my pants,
and with how tight they fit, the outline of my cock was clearly visible.

"That's fair." Then she said mischievously.

"Maybe next year you can be the cowboy, and I'll have you wear ass-less
chaps. That's it, just ass-less chaps."

We both laughed, and I pulled her into my arms, hugging her

warmly. "I love you."

"I love you." She replied.

"If it gets too uncomfortable, we'll leave," I

said softly. "It doesn't matter what we do, as long as we are
together."

I felt her nod in agreement. After a pause, she said.

"Speaking of what to do, the party doesn't start for, like, six
hours."

"How about renting a movie, and just relaxing?"

"Okay." She said, chuckling. "But I am not

wearing this to the video store."

We wondered the isles of the Blockbuster down the street

from Melissa's apartment, indecisive on what we wanted to watch. We had both
changed into comfortable jeans, but Melissa still wore the beaded halter top,
albeit underneath a long padded wool coat. None of the new releases had sparked
much interest, and we eventually found our way to the 'sci-fi and fantasy'
section.

After a few minutes, a title caught my eye. I grabbed the

box off the shelf and handed it to Melissa.

"Nice." She said, grinning.

Ten minutes later, the opening credits began, and as Arnold

Schwarzenegger rode across a mountain valley to an Ennio Morricone score, we
cuddled together on Melissa's couch to watch Red Sonja.

We barely spoke during the movie, both content with being

close to each other and enjoying the show. At one point, as I watched her rapt
attention to a sword fight, I felt a familiar feeling of awe. Melissa was my
perfect woman. There wasn't a single thing about her that I would change. Well,
her insecurities and self-confidence aside, but I'm working on those.

The final scene played out, and the end credits rolled to

more of Morricone's beautiful score. Melissa turned in my arms, facing me.

"I love that movie." She gave me a sweet kiss on

the lips. "And you're right, Brigitte Nielsen is a
goddess."

"So, what do you want to do now?" I asked

suggestively.

Melissa's eyes blazed with fiery passion. "What do you

think I want to do?"

Recalling the dialog from the final scene of the movie, I

said in my best Arnold voice. "I make it a rule, never to take a woman
unless she can beat me in a fair fight."

Melissa grinned and continued with Brigitte Nielsen's line.

"That's a challenge I might think about someday."

"What about right now?"

"Why not?"

When Melissa said the last line of the movie, I grabbed her

by the shoulders and wrestled her onto her back. In response, she twisted
around and, surprising me with her strength, flipped our positions. She
straddled me, pinning me face up on the couch. I have to say, after watching
that particular movie, this roughhousing was hot. I could tell that Melissa
thought so too.

She leaned down and we kissed deeply.

I looked into her blazing blue eyes. "My warrior queen

will have what she demands."

"Get naked. Now." She said gently, but in a tone

that made it sound like a command.

She inched forward, straddling higher up my chest, and

giving me room to get my pants off. As I struggled to accomplish that as
quickly as I could, I watched as she seductively removed her halter top. Pants
and underwear off, I reached up and grasped her tits, rubbing her nipples with
my thumbs. She closed her eyes and moaned quietly.

Melissa slid back to straddling my hips, and tugged at my

shirt, helping me get it off without having to fully sit up. Then she leaned way
back between my legs, lifting her legs into the air and towards her chest as
she laid her back on the couch. I got a marvelous view as she pulled her pants
off, taking the red thong with them.

She came back forward to straddle me again, and I began to sit

up to meet her, but she put her hands on my chest, gently pushing me back down.
She leaned over me, kissing me briefly on the lips, then sensually made a trail
of kisses down my neck, chest, and belly. She knelt between my legs, spreading
them apart.

I sighed as she moved her hands up my inner thighs and

caressed the freshly shaved skin around my balls. She brought her face close to
my cock, and looked up at me, meeting my eyes. She pursed her lips, blew softly
on my bare genitals, and smiled as I shivered. Maintaining eye contact, she
grasped my cock, and lowered her mouth upon it.

I gasped in pleasure as she took me in. I could see in her

eyes that my reaction fueled her desire to pleasure me. I couldn't have looked
away if I wanted to. There was a fierceness in her eyes that I found to be
absolutely captivating. She sucked hungrily and worked her tongue on me,
seemingly intent on making me cum as fast as she could.

My body complied, and I was very near to cumming much

quicker than I wanted. Melissa redoubled her efforts, massaging my balls as she
sucked harder. Her eyes seemed to scream "Cum for me! Cum for your warrior
queen!" My hips bucked as I came suddenly, and I felt her hum in
satisfaction as I filled her mouth with my seed.

Melissa milked my cock for the last few drops of my cum,

still holding my eyes with hers. She took me out of her mouth, and I saw her
swallow. She leaned down over me with a satisfied smile.

"That one was all mine." She purred, before

kissing me.

I was still amazed at how quickly she had made me cum, and

held her tight as we kissed.

She still had this new fierceness in her eyes when she

pulled away slightly. "Now it's my turn."

She moved up, straddling my face. As she lowered herself

onto my awaiting mouth, she rested her chest over the couch's armrest.

Melissa moaned loudly as I closed my mouth over her and my

tongue began to explore. I loved the taste of her and loved how her body
responded to my attention. She pressed herself down onto me, and I had to push
up against her with my hands to keep her from smothering me. My hands pushed
against her where the backs of her thighs met her ass, just on either side of
her pussy. Her moans got louder when I pushed my hands to the sides, spreading
her pussy open. My tongue attacked her with renewed vigor, and her body
complied with my urgent desire to make her cum as quickly as she had made me.
Her juices gushed into my mouth, and I swallowed greedily.

"Yes!" She exclaimed as she tensed, right on the

edge of climax.

I pressed my tongue broadly over her clit, and with quick

circular motions, pushed her over the edge. As she tensed and spasmed
uncontrollably, I left her overly sensitive clit alone and eased down the
intensity with which I ate her.

She pulled herself off of me, and moved back down into my

arms, straddling my waist once again. Our mouths met, and we kissed deeply,
with Melissa still twitching occasionally.

We stopped to catch our breath and Melissa said.

"Tasting myself on you is hot."

I nodded in agreement and licked a bit of saliva off of her

lips. She smiled and licked my chin, which was still soaking wet from eating
her.

"Did I satisfy my warrior queen to her liking?" I

asked, deciding to continue our Red Sonja-inspired role play.

"Oh yes," She replied with a feral grin. "You

did very well. But you should know by now, that I always need more."

Our eyes locked, and she reached down, finding my cock. She

raised her hips slightly and lowered herself down onto me. I groaned in
pleasure as I felt her silky warmth envelop me. She kissed me briefly, then sat
up. She smiled down at me and wiggled her hips. When I tried to sit up, she
gently, but firmly pushed me back down flat.

Sensing that she wanted to be in total control, I put my

hands behind my head. She gyrated her hips slowly, and I stared up at her,
marveling at how unbelievably sexy she looked. She arched her back towards me,
drawing me out of her, then sank onto me again as she transitioned to arching
her back away from me. Like the rhythmic crashing of waves, her body undulated
in a fluid motion that started with her shoulders and ended with her hips. Each
sensual motion pulled me out of her, then brought me deeply back inside.

I watched in awe, as she writhed on top of me. "You are

a goddess!" I managed to say between gasped breaths.

When she arched her back towards me, her flawless skin

pulled tight, and I could see her abdominal muscles and the outline of her
ribs. Her pale pink nipples were erect on her perfect tits. She brought her
hands to her tits and squeezed them sensually as she continued to fuck me. I
could see by the gleam in her eyes that she was enjoying giving me this show,
maybe as much as I was enjoying watching her.

Even though I had cum, really just a few minutes before, I

could feel that I wasn't going to last much longer. Melissa stopped her forward
and back motion and leaned way back, supporting herself with her hands on the
couch next to my knees. She began thrusting her hips forward and back, burying
me deep inside her every time. She quickly increased her pace, bouncing her
firm ass against my hips. Seeing my cock slide in and out of her, and watching
the muscles of her thighs and belly flex as she drove herself onto me was too
much to withstand, and I was seconds away from cumming.

Without the close full-body contact that we usually had, I

wasn't sure how close to cumming she was, so I broke the unspoken rule of the
session and brought my hands to her. I pressed my hands against her inner
thighs, alongside her pussy. I rubbed her clit between my fingertips.

She must have been close because, with an exclamation of

primal ecstasy, she came almost immediately from my touch. Her vagina clamped
tightly around my cock, and I grunted loudly as I emptied my balls into her.

We both held still for a moment, breathing hard. She grabbed

my hand, and I pulled her forward, sitting up to meet her. We wrapped our arms
around each other and kissed hungrily. Melissa made needy moans as she ground
her mouth against mine. We kissed for a long time, our need for each other
seemingly inexhaustible.

Finally, we broke apart, gasping for breath. We caressed

each other's faces as we stared into each other's eyes. The fierceness she had
shown in our passion was still there, but it was tempered now after our mutual
release. Watching that particular movie had awakened something inside her,
something that I found unbelievably attractive. Once again, I found myself in a
state of utter awe of this woman.

"You are amazing," I said, knowing that the words

were inadequate to express my feelings.

Melissa smiled, then looked a little self-conscious. "I

didn't go too far with being in control did I?"

I kissed her. "Not at all. I thought it was really

hot."

She looked relieved and kissed me back. "It felt really

good."

I could tell that it had felt really good for her to be in

control. It must be liberating for her to have the desire to be in control, and
be called amazing when she acted it out. Traditionally, men were in control,
particularly in the bedroom. Society traditionally expected women to just
follow the lead of their partner. It was one of those things that just was.
Well, fuck tradition, we would do whatever felt right. This isn't the
nineteen-fifties. Besides, we were already breaking one societal norm, being
second cousins madly in love, what's one more? It felt good for her to take
control, and honestly, she could have taken it much farther, and I would have
still loved it.

"It did." I agreed. "I like this side of

you."

"What side?" She asked, turning one direction, then

the other playfully.

She asked the question playfully, yes, but I could see that

she was anxious about what I was going to say. There was a part of her that was
exceedingly fragile to criticism right now, having opened up and let go of an
inhibition.

"The warrior queen," I responded in a gentle, but

serious tone. "She's fierce and confident, and isn't afraid to take what
she wants." Melissa didn't say anything, so I continued. "The world
needs to see more of this part of you." Then hastily added. "Not in a
sexual way, of course."

Melissa giggled and then kissed me. "You are all that I

want." She flexed her pelvic floor muscles, and I felt her pussy squeeze
my cock tightly.

I flexed my own, causing my cock to twitch inside of her. We

smiled at each other.

"I am yours," I said, kissing her.

I laid back down, pulling her down on top of me. She sighed

in contentment and rested her weight on my chest, nuzzling my neck. We stayed
like that for a while, and I could tell that she was beginning to fall asleep.
I shifted and urged her to sit up. I stood, and she took my offered hand,
following me to her bedroom.

We cuddled up under the covers, and both quickly fell

asleep.

Chapter Fourteen.

We woke refreshed from our nap and got dressed in our

costumes. Soon we were in my pickup heading to the house where the party was
being held. I glanced at Melissa as I drove, and she seemed to be unaware that
I wasn't taking the most direct route. We were only a few minutes away from
Melissa's apartment, when I turned into the parking lot of the Duluth location
of the big box home improvement store I worked for. Butterflies filled my
stomach as I prepared myself to set into motion the plan I had devised in the
shower earlier that day.

"I've got to go in here for a few minutes," I

said, parking my truck, but leaving it running.

"Ok, I'll be here," Melissa replied with a smile.

I smiled back at her, leaned over to give her a quick kiss,

and got out of the truck. I walked into the store with purpose.

I got back twenty minutes later. Sitting behind the wheel, I

looked over at Melissa with a huge grin on my face.

She gave me a slightly confused look. "What did you

need to get here?"

"I have a surprise for you," I said, still unable

to stop from smiling.

"What is it?" Melissa asked.

I took a deep breath and let it out slowly. What I had just

done, marked a turning point, one of those moments in your life where your life
will never be the same again.

"I just spoke with the yard manager, then with the

store manager, and... as of two weeks from right now, I'll be working out of
this store."

It took a moment for Melissa to process what I said, her

mouth fell open and her eyes began to glisten with the promise of tears. I
nodded in silent confirmation, and she threw herself across the bench seat into
my arms.

We hugged tightly and kissed. I felt her joyful tears

against my face.

"Of course, this all depends on if you're okay with

having a roommate..."

Melissa laughed, her happiness nearly overwhelming her.

"Am I okay? Charles, this is a dream come true!"

We kissed again, then rested our foreheads together as we

gazed into each other's eyes. Nothing on earth could have taken the smiles off
our faces.

We glanced over as an old grey-haired couple walked past my

truck. They watched us as they passed, smiling at our display of joy and
affection. The man put his arm around the woman, pulling her close as they
walked and they smiled lovingly at each other.

Melissa and I returned our gazes to each other, and we knew

that we were both thinking the same thing. That was going to be us someday. A
lifetime of love and experiences awaited us, and neither of us could imagine
any other way we would want to spend our lives than with each other.

On the drive to the party, Melissa sat in the middle of my

truck's bench seat, and in between gear shifts, I rested my hand on her inner
thigh. I would glance in her direction now and then as I drove, but Melissa
never took her eyes off of me. The way she was looking at me made my heart
glow. I loved her so much, and knowing that my love was returned, every bit of
it and more, was almost enough to make a guy weep with joy.

I parked on the street up the block from the party. I shut

the truck off and turned to face Melissa. She wrapped her arms around me and we
kissed deeply.

"I love you." She whispered.

"I love you," I whispered back. I put a hand to

her face and she leaned into my palm as I caressed her cheek. "Are you
ready?"

She nodded. "As much as I need to be making love to you

in our bed right now, I want to do this."

Our bed, she had said. I liked that. Melissa smiled

at me, knowing that I had picked up on her deliberate word usage. I helped her
out of the truck, making sure nobody saw more of her than was appropriate, even
though she was still wearing her long coat that covered her down past her
knees.

We walked up to the house and rang the bell. As we waited,

side by side, hand in hand, I said. "I'll be right here next to you the
whole time, my warrior queen."

She smiled lovingly at me, and I saw any faint trace of

self-doubt leave her. She took a deep breath and stood a little straighter,
chin raised.

The door opened and we were greeted by Ashley's older

sister, Debbie, who was hosting the party.

"Melissa! I'm glad you could make it. I haven't seen

you in forever."

Debbie was five years older than Ashley and had moved out of

their parent's house four years ago. Her husband's name was Chris, and
apparently, he was some kind of Dot Com hotshot. I believed it, as their house
was huge, and they both had expensive German sports cars parked in their
driveway.

Debbie took our coats, and we began to mingle, soon finding

Ashley and James.

Ashley rushed over and gave Melissa a quick hug. "Wow,

you look Amazing!"

I resisted the urge to laugh when I saw James give Melissa a

good head-to-toe look, and then notice me watching him. Now, I can see how guys
might get pissed off by other guys checking out their girlfriends, but I saw it
differently. I took it as a compliment to Melissa's stunning beauty, an opinion
I wholeheartedly agreed with.

Melissa made formal introductions, and I shook hands with

Ashley and James in turn. When I shook James' hand, he met my eyes in what
seemed like an apology for his wandering eyes. I did my best to subtly show
that there was no harm done.

We mingled and ate from the lavish catered buffet that

Debbie and Chris had provided. I was introduced to more people than I could
ever remember. Everywhere we went, eyes followed. There were lustful eyes,
admiring eyes, jealous eyes, and yes, when people noticed the obvious outline
of my perpetually hard cock barely restrained by my pants, laughing eyes. I
didn't care at all about any of our observers, or what they thought about us.
My eyes, and my thoughts, were for Melissa alone.

I kept true to my word, never left her side all evening, and

maintained nearly constant physical contact, be it an arm around her waist, a
held hand, or a covert squeeze of an ass cheek. For her part, she seemed to
particularly enjoy rubbing her ass against my groin right before we talked to
somebody new, or were going to walk anywhere, and when my arm was around her,
she had a hand in my back pocket.

Again, I didn't care that everyone there saw my arousal. I

honestly believed that it would be more out of place to have such a gorgeous
woman at my arm all night, and not be constantly turned on.

Through it all, Melissa was amazing. She never showed the

least bit of self-consciousness or anxiety. I knew she saw how everyone watched
her, and as the night went on, I began to believe that she was genuinely
enjoying the attention.

Our costumes were a hit, not just Melissa's, but the four of

us as a group. Everyone cheered as Melissa and I, and Ashley and James, got up
and danced when YMCA was played.

We each had a glass of the strongly spiked punch, but neither

of us had the desire to get drunk. We seemed to be the exception though. As the
party began to wind down, intoxicated couples could be found making out on
couches and comfy chairs, with one pair doing a little more than make out under
the billiards table.

Ashley was one of those who had way too much to drink, and

we said our goodbyes as James helped her up the stairs to a guest room that
Debbie and Chris had reserved for them.

Melissa's eyes met mine, and I saw her fierce need for me

shining bright. As much as we both wanted to strip down and fuck like rabbits
right then and there, we both agreed silently that we had reached the extent of
our exhibitionism.

We said goodbye, thanked Debbie and Chris, who were quite

intoxicated themselves, and left.

The night air was heavy in a way that hinted at impending

snowfall, and the wind blew cold and humid off of Lake Superior. Melissa held
her coat tightly around herself as we rushed to my truck. Once in the truck and
moving, I revved the engine more than I usually did to get the engine up to
temp a little faster. The air from the vents soon turned warm, and Melissa
opened her coat.

She was sitting next to me again, with one leg on either

side of the shifter. She had let her skirt ride up, and between gear shifts, I
rested my hand between her legs, gently rubbing her with my fingertips through
her satin thong. She had a hand on my crotch, and slowly stroked me through my
pants.

The trip back was fairly short, only about ten miles.

Halfway there I asked her. "Why does it seem like it's taking forever to
get back to your apartment?"

"Our apartment." Melissa reminded me with a smile.

I glanced at her with a grin. I did like the sound of that.

"It's because neither of us can wait until this

beautiful cock of yours is inside me." She gave my cock a squeeze to
accentuate her words.

When we neared her, our apartment, she said in a

casual tone that was betrayed by the lustful intensity with which she was
looking at me. "When that door closes, you'll have about ten seconds to
get naked before I start tearing these clothes off of you."

Turns out, she didn't even give me that long. As I bumped my

back against the door to push it all the way closed, Melissa attacked my belt,
getting it unbuckled with amazing quickness. Before I knew it, my pants were
around my ankles and Melissa was on her knees taking me into her mouth.

I could do nothing but moan and lean against the door as she

implemented every trick she had learned so far. My legs felt wobbly as she
expertly brought all of the evening's pent-up sexual energy to the fore. I
looked down and met the fierce eyes of my warrior queen.

In mere moments, she had brought me to the verge of orgasm.

I was just seconds away from cumming, when she stopped, taking me out of her
mouth. The sudden absence of sensation took my breath away.

Melissa looked up at me with a wicked grin. "Not

yet." She said, giving the underside of my glans the slightest of licks.

I shivered at the contact. I was so close. She watched me

intently, giving me another tiny lick now and then, keeping me right at the
brink. I couldn't speak, couldn't breathe. Almost involuntarily, I grasped the
back of her head, pulling her mouth over me. She didn't resist and sucked with
renewed vigor. Her eyes seemed to suggest that she had been waiting for me
to make her continue, that she had wanted me to take what
I wanted.

Melissa massaged my balls as I came. My legs nearly gave

out, as I filled her mouth with my seed. Four, five, six strong spurts. It felt
like the entire content of my balls was shooting into her.

Her eyes showed her joy at what she was able to do to me.

She took me out of her mouth and ran her hands up my chest as she stood slowly.
I reached out and grabbed her, quickly pulled her up the last bit, and locked
my mouth with hers. She hadn't swallowed this time, and I could tell that I had
indeed cum much more than usual.

We moaned softly as we kissed, sharing my hot cum back and

forth. When finally it was gone, we broke to catch our breath.

Melissa looked at me with a sly smile. "If I am your

warrior queen, then you are my king. A king is fierce and confident, and isn't
afraid to take what he wants."

"I want you. All of you." I squeezed her ass,

pulling her hips tightly against me.

She sighed with pleasure as my still-hard cock pressed

against the satin of her thong.

I whispered into her ear. "I'm going to make you cum

with my tongue. Then I'm going to make you cum on my fingers. I'm going to make
you cum again, and again, and again, until you're a sweaty, sticky, twitching
mess."

As I spoke, her breathing became heavier. She was practically

panting in anticipation.

"After that, I'm going to bury my cock deep inside you,

and make love to you, and not stop until I physically can't do it anymore. That
is what I desire."

When our eyes met again, the look of love and passion I saw

was so raw, so pure and powerful, that it burned itself into my memory. From
that moment, whenever I thought about the way Melissa looked at me, I
remembered that one look first and foremost.

"My king will have what he demands." She

whispered.

I led her to our bed and carried through on

my promise. How many times did I make her cum while eating her? Honestly, I
lost track after the first few. One orgasm rolled into the next, and into the
next, until she was indeed a sweaty, sticky, quivering mess. When I finally
entered her, I paced myself, pumping hard into her at times, and slowing or
even stopping inside her at others. I wanted to make it last as long as I could
while making her cum as many times as possible.

We switched positions many times. When I would start to get

tired, she would roll me onto my back and ride me until she came again, then we
would switch positions, all without my cock ever leaving her hot and silky
wetness. I ended up cumming inside her twice, and though we had continued to
make love, I was not able to cum a third time.

We lay together on sweat-damp sheets, facing each other,

limbs intertwined, and both utterly exhausted.

My lips were numb from kissing, and it seemed like every

muscle in my entire body was sore from exertion.

Melissa giggled tiredly.

"What?" I asked, finding her adorable giggle as

infectious as always.

"So that's what it takes to completely satisfy my

sexual desire."

We both laughed, and she kissed me sweetly on the lips.

"I need to work on my cardio."

Melissa giggled again. "It'll get easier, you just need

to keep at it."

Giggling with her, I quipped. "Keep at it? I thought

you were completely satisfied."

"For today, yes," Melissa responded,

and we both laughed again.

We hugged each other tightly.

Melissa sighed and caressed my cheek. "Thank you."

She said softly.

"For?" I asked.

"For giving me courage tonight. I really did enjoy

wearing that costume. Not just for you, but for me. I don't think I could have
done it without you."

I gave her a sweet kiss. "Even though you're more brave

and amazing than you give yourself credit for, I will always be right here.
Whatever we face, we'll face it together."

Her eyes glowed with her love. "I'll be here for you

too. Forever."

"Forever," I repeated, and we kissed sweetly.

We both knew without a doubt that ours was a love that would

last until the end of time. When we said "forever", we meant it.
Neither of us had ever known anything so surely as we knew this. As thoughts of
spending the rest of my life with this glorious woman passed through my mind, I
drifted off to sleep in her loving arms.

Chapter Fifteen.

We awoke in our bed, still in each other's

arms. We stretched and embraced tightly.

"Good morning, my love," Melissa whispered.

"Good morning, wonderful," I responded with a

kiss.

I knew that I wasn't alone in thinking that I could easily

spend the whole day in bed, even if we did nothing but hold each other and
rest, but nature was calling. We got out of bed, not bothering to put any
clothes on, and headed to the bathroom. As she sat to pee, I turned on the
shower, making sure it was set to Melissa's preferred temperature of just below
scalding.

She stood, and it was my turn to relieve myself. It occurred

to me that it was likely neither of us had ever seen anyone of the opposite sex
use the toilet before. We watched each other, but it wasn't weird, gross, or
embarrassing. I mean, after all of our intimate contact thus far, this was
nothing. But it did remind me of how thoroughly and completely we were bonded to
each other. There were no secrets between us, no need for shyness or
reservations. In every aspect, we were one entity.

When I finished, Melissa pulled me into the shower. We

washed each other, toweled off, and returned to our bedroom. Melissa went
towards her dresser, obviously thinking that it was time to get dressed. I had
other plans. I held her hand and stopped her near the bed.

"Lay face down," I said pointing to the bed.

She gave me her little smile, the one she kept just for me,

and complied. I knelt over her feet and began massaging them. I massaged her
legs thoroughly, enjoying her relaxed sighs. When I massaged her firm ass, I
could see the moisture of her arousal seeping out of her. I bent over and
kissed one of her perfect ass cheeks.

Melissa giggled. "Kiss my ass."

I chuckled and kissed the other cheek. I ran my fingers

along the tops of her thighs, and she gasped quietly when I made contact with
her wetness. While one hand rubbed her back at the base of her spine, I eased
the thumb of the other into her. I slowly worked it in and out, brushing her
clit with my index finger with every stroke.

Before she came, I eased off and stopped. I wiped my wet

fingers on my cock, and shifted forward. She arched her back in eager
anticipation. I entered her slowly until I was buried as deep as I could go.
Melissa moaned with satisfaction.

I leaned down and planted a kiss between her shoulder

blades. Whispering, I said. "I hope you don't mind if I just stay right
there for a while. I'm not done with my massage yet."

She made only a happy moan in response.

As I began to slowly slide my cock in and out, I gripped her

shoulders and began to knead her muscles. She made continuous sighs of
relaxation as I worked my way down her back, all the while, keeping a steady,
slow rhythm with my cock. When I reached the bottom of her spine, I pulled her
waist towards me, getting that extra bit deeper with one slow thrust. Melissa
moaned softly, her face buried in the pillow.

My massaging hands worked their way back up to her

shoulders, and I grasped them firmly, pulling myself deep into her once again.
Melissa responded with another moan, slightly louder than the previous one.

Again and again, my hands moved up and down her back, with

each particularly deep thrust garnering an ever louder moan. I loved how much
Melissa was enjoying what I was doing, her pleasure and relaxation having
reached a zen-like state, but eventually, I had to face the sad reality that my
arms were getting tired!

I slid my hands around her waist, and down to the top of her

hips, pulling myself deep inside her again, but this time I kept my hands
there. I increased the speed of my thrusts, and with each one, I pulled her
hips towards me. Faster and faster I pumped into her, and my balls were soon
slapping wetly on the backs of her thighs. Melissa's moans became one
continuous guttural exhalation, punctuated with every impact.

I came hard, and breathing heavily, collapsed onto her back.

I nuzzled into the back of her neck, feeling her silky hair on my face and
breathing in her scent. Melissa's scent, and make no mistake, everyone has a
unique scent, was something that I knew I could never find the words to
describe. It was delicate, sweet without being sickly, earthy without being
dirty. It was her, it was her essence, that intangible quality that makes
something what it is, and I loved it. I breathed her in and sighed, planting a
soft kiss on the base of her neck.

To be continued in part 5. Based on a post by NewMountain80, in 6 parts, for Literotica.

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