PART 4:  (RATED NC-17) 

I wake up, no sense of how long I've been asleep.  Habit makes me look at
the clock, 7:00 AM I am on my stomach with my arm thrown across his
stomach.  I turn and watch him sleeping.  His face is so peaceful, the
corners of his mouth turned up a little.  I realize I've seen him sleep
many times, but never with a smile.  My heart seems to swell in my chest. 
I draw my eyes down to the pulse in his throat, his broad shoulders, toned
chest and see my hand near his navel.  I can't help it.  I start brushing
my fingers through the springy light hair dusting his abdomen.  A sleepy
sigh sounds and his penis leaves it's resting place on his thigh and
slowly swings up an out, half-erect, lying in the crease at the top of his
thigh.  A shiver goes through me and I feel my nipples tighten as I
remember what it felt like to have him crammed inside me.  I can't believe
my thoughts have become this crude, but I can't help it.  What is it about
him?  Now that I've tasted his passion, the passion I've admired for
years.  Well, more than tasted.  I smile.  I can't get enough of him,
looking at him, touching him.  For god sakes, I've had more orgasms in one
night than I've had in a year, other than the dreams, and I'm still able
to be aroused just by looking at him.  It's Saturday.  I'm unreasonably
grateful he doesn't have to go to work.  It seems this has all happened so
fast.

But no, not fast.  This growing attachment, growing need, growing love has
been growing up in both of us for over six years.  All the dating,
flirting, testing, learning has been done.  Being away for a week, and my
mother's pushing of the idea, as absurd as it sounded at the time, that I
accept what was there for the taking, made me realize how much I missed
him, and what was missing in my life.  I just didn't want to admit it. 
Not going back on my word, sticking to my convictions was such a habit.  I
hadn't even considered a romantic relationship with him was possible.  It
was wrong.  It was against the rules and that was the end of it.  I was
way too rigid in my thinking sometimes.  He'd busted down that wall. 

What was missing?  Love, affection, someone to come home to, someone to
cook for, someone to make love to.  Yes, I'd finally had someone make love
to me.  He was right, again.  No one ever had.  There was no comparison. 
Not even close.  These feelings were a little scary.  This would not be
easy.  We would have to go to work together.  I had another week to figure
out how to handle that, to talk about it.  Not yet. 

I circled his still mostly soft penis and stroked lightly, barely
touching.  The response was immediate.  He was getting steadily harder. 
He groaned.  I glanced up, he was still asleep.  I can't resist the urge
anymore.  I kneel down beside him, my knees almost touching his thighs.  I
grab the base with one hand, bend down and swiftly take him into my mouth. 
Silk over steel.  He swelled to full in my mouth, groaned and woke.  His
hands wound in my hair as I traveled up and down his beautiful, rigid
shaft, my hand squeezing and pulling at the base. 

"Oh Christ, God, Dana, what a way to wake up.  Ahh, so good."  Another
minute of this and he pulled me up to kiss, slowly and thoroughly.  I
stroked him with my hand. 

I whispered, "Fox, please, I need you again." 

He gently flipped me onto my stomach, lacing his fingers through my left
hand at the side of my head.  His right arm snaked around my waist lifting
slightly and he gently enters me from behind, sliding deep in one stroke. 
We moaned

together, enjoying the feel of entry.  His right hand moves up to grip
mine and winds into my fingers like the left one.  He slides in and out,
his weight pressing my hips to the mattress.  His thighs squeeze mine
together and create more pressure deep inside as he strokes in and out. 

I realize that I am whimpering, a sort of warbling sound, "huhuhuhu,
huuhh, huuhhh," with every stroke. 

"God, Dana, the sounds you make ..."  He suddenly picks up the pace, his
strokes are shorter and faster.  His hips are slapping against me, the
smacking sound loud in the silence of the morning.  "I'm so close, baby,
so close, you're so wet, so small, be one with me again, Dana, come on,
come on, baby, come for me yeyeyeesss."  We both go over the edge
together.  We are silent for a few moments. 

"Fox, it's like I'm starving.  I can't get enough of you." 

He is chuckling now, his head against my shoulder blades. 

"What?  What are you laughing about?" 

"Do I fit your profile now?" 

"No, thank goodness.  You're young, you're handsome and incredibly sexy. 
You're my age, more or less, but the best part is I love you and you're
mine, at least for now.  God how I love you." 

He squeezes me and rolls onto his side.  His smile is so soft, so happy. 
"I love you too.  And I'll do my best to make you get enough of me and
enjoy every minute of it.  And I'm yours for as long as you'll put up with
me." 

"Fox, I think Ophelia is cured."  I hear him chuckle. 

"I hope so." 


"Hungry?" he asked after another hour power snooze. 

"Yeah, actually I am." 

"Got any eggs?" 

"Yup.  Bacon and toast available too.  I'm a regular restaurant." 

He frowned until he saw my smirk and realized I was teasing.  He smiled. 
"My turn, I'll cook." 

"You cook?!" I asked incredulously. 

He grins widely now, knowing I am throwing his skepticism of my culinary
skills back in his face.  "Yes, I cook,"  he replied softly.  "I haven't
been a bachelor for all these years without picking up a few skills. 
Unless I wanted to live on hot dogs, beer and pizza, I had to learn to
cook.  Didn't think a steady diet of hot dogs would be good for my
figure."  He leaned over and kissed me on the nose and rolled out of bed
onto his feet.  He bent down to retrieve his boxers from the floor. 

"Wait."  He stops and looks over at me, still bent over.  'God, he's got a
great ass.' "Stand up."  He does. 

"Why?" he asks. 

I whisper.  "I just want to look at you." 

He gives me that sexy lop-sided grin and turns his body to face me.  He is
splendid in his nakedness with no shyness or modesty.  I look at his
narrow waist, his tight buttocks, his well-toned torso and large biceps,
his muscular thighs.  My eyes travel up and down his body, remembering the
feel of those hip bones slapping against me.  I grin, just enjoying the
view.  His smile faded and his eyes closed.  Then I saw why.  He was
becoming aroused, just because I was looking at him.  Oh lord. 

"Dana, if I don't leave now, we'll both go hungry." 

I giggled.  "How can you possibly be excited after the night and morning
we've just had?" 

He chuckled.  "One of a number of mysteries I'd like to solve.  I've never
done it more than twice in one night." 

"No?" 

"No, must have something to do with being in love."  I smiled. 

"O.K., love, go make us breakfast." 

We ate breakfast in our bathrobes.  I had one of my brother's bathrobes
here that fit him.  We played Scrabble; I kicked his ass!  We put on sappy
music and danced in my living room.  We laughed, we both just enjoyed each
other's company.  Then I noticed that there were messages on my machine
and hit play. 

Beep - Agent Scully, Skinner here.  I was trying to reach Agent Mulder
last night to give him an update on the case I just assigned to him.  I
didn't reach him all night.  His cell phone is turned off too.  You don't
know where he is do you?  Sorry to bother you on your vacation.  Anyway,
if you see him, have him give me a call. 

Beep - Hi Dana, it's Mom.  Just calling to apologize for being so harsh on
you.  I know you have your own life and I shouldn't interfere.  But I love
you and I want you to be happy.  As happy as I was with your father.  He
would want that for you too.  And I do really believe that Mulder loves
you and you shouldn't let him get away.  Anyway, I won't bother you about
it again.  It's your decision.  I love you.  Call me. 

Sometimes I wonder why I leave the "unlimited time option on my answering
machine!  I am blushing as I hit stop and mortified that he heard all
that. 

"Whheeww," he whistles.  "Guess you did summarize, you left out a few
details about the conversation with your mother." 

"I, oh god, I'm so embarrassed.  Why did you have to hear that?  Thanks a
lot Mom."  My eyes were studying the carpet.  He came up behind me and
wrapped his arms around my waist.  He leaned into my ear.  I was getting
to really love it when he did that.  "Don't be embarrassed.  If that's
what made you invite me over, then I'll be forever grateful to your
mother.  So tell me, was inviting me to dinner your way of checking out
Mom's theory?" 

"No, I just missed you and wanted to see you at first.  I didn't think her
impression was valid.  I didn't decide to check it out until you were here
and asked me to recline between your legs.  I couldn't stop wanting to
touch you.  Wanting you to touch me.  I didn't know how to do it.  How to
start it.  Isn't that pathetic?" 

"No, I was pretty much in the same boat." 

"And, I'd be lying if I said that incident in the office didn't shake me
up and make me think."  I was blushing again and knew he could see it. 

"Did it?  What incident?."  I elbow him slightly in the ribs, then reached
behind me and stroke between his legs through his robe. 

"Oh, that incident." 

"Well, I knew I missed you.  I knew I was attracted to you.  But I didn't
know..." 

"Hmmm?" 

"I didn't think you had those kinds of feelings for me.  I mean, I know
you were excited in the office, but I figured it was good old male lust,
and nothing more.  But, for me, I couldn't stop thinking about the way
that made me feel.  I guess I knew how I felt for a while now, but I
couldn't bring myself to accept it or admit it.  I'd have to admit I was
wrong.  But I thought, after you reacted to me that way, maybe...just
maybe you weren't teasing me when you did these things...but I

was so scared.  I was scared I was wrong, Mom was wrong and I'd ruin our
friendship if I made a pass at you.  I would be devastated if I lost your
friendship." 

"How did that incident make you feel?" 

"Scared, warm, excited." 

"Why scared?  The possible rejection factor." 

"Yes." 

"I can't believe you thought I'd reject you.  I was sure you knew how I
craved you and just chose to ignore it." 

"Possible rejection and because of what you were making me feel.  You make
me so vulnerable, like no one ever has.  Do you know how frightening that
is for me?  If you were just playing with me, teasing me, I could make an
incredible ass out of myself if I acted on it, besides getting my heart
broken." 

"I'll never break your heart.  Warm?" 

"Yeah, warm, safe, and a little giddy.  I can't think when you're mouth is
anywhere near my neck." 

"MMMMM, Excited?"  His hands were gently caressing my stomach.  One slid
up to my right breast and cupped me, kneading gently through my robe.  I
hummed in the back of my throat.  My nipple was instantly hard.  He
pinched the pebble-hard nipple gently.  "This kind of excited?" he asked. 
His breath was hot on my neck. 

"Ahh, Fox, yeess," I hissed.  "When you play with my ears or my neck, it
does wicked things to me.  I'm so sensitive there." 

"I'll keep that in mind.  What kind of wicked things?"  His voice was
soft, a little hoarse. 

"Ooohhh," was all I could get our for a second as his hands untied my robe
and slid up to cup my bare breasts, both of them.  "This...your breath is
so hot, ahh god, why does it go straight to my breasts?" 

"Straight to your breasts, huh?  Tell me." 

"Yes, my nipples get so hard.  My breasts feel heavy and then they ache. 
In the office, the second your breath hit my neck my body reacted.  I was
sure you would feel my nipples through your shirt.  They were so hard." 

"I may have registered that briefly, but I'm afraid I was too concerned
with holding you against my chest so you wouldn't feel my hard-on"  It was
my turn to laugh.

"I did feel it." 

"Yeah, after you squirmed away and landed on it!" 

"I didn't mean to!" 


"I know, but I figured at that point, uh, after you made me swallow a
moan, there was no point in trying to hide it.  I was mortified though." 

"I didn't know what to think.  You let me up and did nothing to
acknowledge it.  You ignored it, so I tried to also." 

"What could I say?  Gee, Scully, I know you just felt my hard-on poking
you in the ass, now you see it.  See you for dinner and by the way, thanks
for the hard-on I have to try and get rid of before I arrive at your place
tonight!" 

I was laughing now, so was he.  It was great to be able to laugh together,
poke fun at ourselves and our embarrassment.  It hadn't even been 24 hours
but it seemed so long ago.  It was now 3:00 PM. 

"What about Skinner?" 

"He can wait.  I need a shower, Dana, and I should probably go home and
get some clean clothes." 

"O.K."  The disappointment at his leaving must have been evident in my
voice. 

"Well, you could come with me." 

"To the shower or your apartment?" 

"Oh, ho," he chuckled.  "How about both? I don't intend to leave you alone
and out of my sight until I absolutely have to.  I'm still not entirely
convinced I'm not dreaming." 

"If this is a dream, I don't want to wake up." 

"Me neither, I'll kill the bastard that wakes me up."  He released me. 
"Last one in is a rotten egg," he chortled.  With that, he took off at a
trot for the bathroom.  I followed, loving this playfulness.  God, I
really hadn't know what I was missing.  It almost seemed too good to be
true.  But I wasn't prepared to look at it too closely yet, lest it
disappear.  I just wanted to enjoy it for now. 

We relaxed under the hot spray of the shower, and both washed our hair. 
He exclaimed over my cinnamon scented shampoo as he discovered the source
of my scent.  You'd think he'd discovered Atlantis.  Deciding it wasn't a
'too feminine smell', he used it as well.  We soaped each other's back and
our hands teased each other's bodies. 

I stroked him firmly with my hand.  I lost it when his hand went between
my legs with a bar of soap.  He dragged it back and forth between my legs. 
Our humor died as our excitement mounted once again.  Before I knew it, my
arms were braced against the glass door and the side of the shower.  My
legs were wrapped around his hips.  His arms were wrapped tightly around
my waist.  He lifted me up and his mouth latched onto my nipple, as I sank
down onto him. 

We both made incoherent sounds as he lifted me up and down upon his shaft. 
I marveled at his strength, holding me up while standing.  I angled my
body back away from him, and we both watched him sliding in and out of my
body.  He is so big.  I threw my head back and groaned through my release. 
My clenching muscles sent him over the edge.  He yelled my name as his
hips pumped up into me a final time and he clutched me tight around the
waist.  His face was so beautiful when he had his orgasm.  His head was
thrown back, eyes closed, throat muscles working around his yell as water
streamed down his body.  I slid down his body when he finished clutching
me and we rinsed off again before exiting the shower. 


How erotic was having sex in the shower?  I'm just coasting along on a
euphoria cloud, waiting for the rain. God, I can't get enough of her. 

Something about watching that tiny, shapely body perched on top of my
erection nearly sent me around the bend.  Her weight, slight as it is,
allowed her to sink down - all the way - again.  I don't know if I
stretched her now so she can take me easier but I slid all the way in, no
problem.  No resistance.  But still, she is incredibly tight.  Because she
is so small with slender hips, I look enormous sliding into her.  I'm good
size, but I look huge because she is so small.  I still can't wrap my mind
around it.  It was such a turn-on to watch her sink onto my engorged sex. 
I am still wondering how I've managed to get hard so many times in less
than 24 hours.  I've never had this kind of stamina or recovery either. 
But mostly, I can't believe she loves me. 


She loves me!  I'm truly am waiting to wake up.  We drove to my place and
I changed my clothes and we watched a

movie I had rented, all cuddled up on the couch.  I had planned on
watching the film myself but this was much better.  We ordered Chinese
take-out and ate it on the couch. 

We went to bed early and curled up together.  Dana Scully is in my bed. 
Her skin is so soft.  I knew that from touching her cheeks and her neck on
occasion.  I always wondered if it was that soft everywhere.  It is and I
can't stop touching her and reveling in her softness. 

Dana Scully is in my bed!  We are both tired though and agree to just
snuggle up, entangled and try to get some sleep.  It feels so right to be
spooning her, my body wrapped completely around her.  I feel a surge of
protectiveness for this passionate woman in my arms.  I stare at those
lips that I've fantasized about for so many years.  The lips that I longed
to kiss and suck on, that had driven me insane.  Lips that had
unbelievably been wrapped around my sex.  God, that mouth.  A mouth that
had swallowed the biggest load of cum I'd ever produced.  Dana Scully is
in my bed!I had to think of something else before she started thinking
that's all I wanted.  I was aroused again, but ignored it.  She seemed
willing

though so far.  She was starved as I was.  There was so much passion in
her. 

I'd known it was there, somewhere beneath the veneer of the tough, smart,
doctor/FBI agent trying to prove herself to the big boys.  She never had
anything to prove to me.  She fascinated me from day one.  As our
friendship and trust grew, I saw the passion, carefully hidden behind her
science.  I just never dreamed that passion could be for me. 

My last thought before drifting off to sleep was, "I can't believe this
enchanting, erotic creature is in love with me." 





PART 5:  (RATED NC-17) 

I woke up spooned by Fox in his bed.  I could feel his chest warm against
my back.  One arm was snug around my waist.  The other was under my neck
and my head was cradled under his chin.  His leg is pinning mine to the
bed.  I glanced at the clock; 6:00 AM, Sunday morning.  My slight motion
must have woke him.  His hand slowly started to caress my stomach.  His
arm under my neck slid down to cup my right breast.  He gently pinched my
nipple.  I groaned as I felt myself gush wet and my lips swell in response
to his pinching my nipple.  They were so sensitive.  Involuntarily my back
arched into him, my butt rubbing into his hips. I felt his erection rise
from semi-erect to hard and slip up my cleft.  He pulled back and I felt
the head of his penis lodge between my cheeks and push gently against my
rectum.  Sharp, almost painful shocks of arousal ripped from my breasts,
down my body and into my clitoris and made it throb.  I moaned and he
sucked in his breath.  I bit back another groan.  "Ahh, Fox, you make me
so wet." 

"How wet?" 

"Feel."  His hand swiped through my pubic hair and cupped me, his middle
finger slowly slipping inside, deep.  His fingers are so long. 

"Ahh, jesus, Dana," he groaned when he felt how swollen I was.  I loved
that I could make him moan.  It sends shivers down my spine. 

"Oh, yes, touch me, god Fox." 

"Tell me," he whispered. 

"I'm so swollen, I ache." 

"Where?"  I take his fingers and guide it to my clitoris. 

"Here, and inside."  He pushes down hard on my clitoris, pushing from the
top downward and I feel his erection at my entrance.  He grasps my hip and
slides into me.  He strokes deep, once, twice, three times.  I moan and
feel my juices squirt out of me around his hardness.  I feel positively
wanton. 

"Oh Love, I can't get enough of you."  He called me Love.  He pulls out
slowly.  My hips strain forward briefly at the loss.  His penis slid back
from between my legs and I push back into his hips and I feel it again. 
His rock hard erection, pulsing against my rectum.  I reach back behind me
and grasp him firmly at the base.  He chokes out a slightly strangled
moan.  Suddenly, I want him in there.  I've always wondered what it would
be like, but never had the courage to try.  Also, I was worried that my
partner would think I was disgusting or perverted.  Now, the idea is such
a turn on, I can feel my wetness leaking out of me and running down my
thighs as my nether lips tingle at the thought of it.  I know he will not
be disgusted.  His penis is slick with my juices and I press him gently
but firmly against my rectum.  He sharply sucks in his breath. 

"Dana, what?..."  I nudge a little harder, steady. 

"Ahh, Dana, are you sure?"  I push a little harder.  I feel my sphincter
tighten against the impending intrusion and then relax. 

"Oh Jesus, Dana.  I don't want to hurt you," he croaks. 

"I want this.  I want to try.  I want to take you in every hole in my
body.  Every way possible." 

"You know I can't tell you No." 

"Let me control the entry," I gasp out. 

"Oh, O.O.Ka,K.," he stutters.  He uses his other hand to scoop up my
wetness and lubricate me.  He slowly slides a finger inside my tight hole
and works it around until I relax, then two fingers.  He slides his
hardness into my slick vagina, once, twice and emerges coated in my
juices.  Then he laces his fingers through my hand that is under my body. 
I grasp him firmly again in my hand that is swung back behind my back.  I
take a deep breath, and ... exhale slowly as I back myself into him and
feel his silky, wet head pop inside the ringed muscle.  There is a sharp,
quick, pain, then rivers of warm tremors as the muscles relax by degrees
as I continue to push back onto him by millimeters, so slow.  The feeling
is indescribable, incredibly delicious.  He is so big, so wide and sooo
hard. 

He moans, loud, low and grasps my hip.  I can tell he is exercising
extreme control to hold still and not push.  His breathing is really
heavy, really ragged.  I realize mine is matching his, breath for excited,
ragged breath.  "Daannaa, ohh god, I don't want to hurt you."  I push
steadily.  "But, ahh, god, ... so good, ... so tight...ahh, FUCK!  Dana,
sorry, sorry, that word -" 

"It's ... O...K., say it.  You can talk dirty.  Say whatever is in our
head, whatever you want." 

"Ahh, Fuck, Dana, you're soooo tight, so tight, jeeezzus.  Please be
careful.  Don't go too far."  He could barely fit into my vagina, I know I
can't take him all here.  That's O.K.  He's about half way in.  My body is
trembling from the indescribable sensations coursing through my body.  I
am sweating.  I squeeze his shaft hard.  I have a moment of panic but then
my squeeze causes his hips to buck, quick, jerk-like and he slides in
almost another inch.  My whole body shudders and I melt into a puddle of
tremors and loose muscles.  I squeak in surprise. 

"God, Dana, I'm sorry, I'm sorry."  He starts to pull back and I slap my
hand back against his hip.  He freezes.  "Sorry, baby, god, I'm so sorry." 
'Did he just call me baby?'

"Shhh, I'm fine." 

"Are you sure?" 

"Yes, but you're in far enough.  Move now, slowly." 

"You sure...Yeah?"  His voice holds wonder and fright. 

"Please." 

"All right, you tell me if it hurts." 

"I will, go slow at first." 

"K."  He backs out about an inch and slowly slides back in.  He is
gripping my hip tightly.  He backs out about two inches and slides back
in.  A long, low moan starts way in the back of my throat as he continues
pulling out a little further each time and sliding back in.  The
sensations are beyond anything I've ever known.  Wave after wave of tiny,
continuous muscle ripples go through my body.  Each time he slides in, I
feel him jar the back side of my clitoris.  Nothing has ever

given me the continuous shudders like this.  I start to help by grasping
my ass cheeks and pulling them apart as far as they will go.  Then I push
back into him to meet his careful thrusts, my hips moving almost
involuntarily.  There isn't even a hint of pain as my body continues to
stretch to accept him, just an incredible tightness and the warmth of the
muscles stretching. 

He stops and quickly hoists me up onto all fours, staying inside me.  He
pants, "It will be easier this way, I think."  I move up a little and grip
the bar of my head board for leverage as he slides a pillow under my
stomach.  He starts moving again. 

"Faster," I pant.  I am groaning continuously and trembling.  He is
gasping and moaning alternately.  He picks up the pace just a little.  The
sounds he is making fill me with euphoria.  He goes a little faster.  His
hands slide up and down my back and over my ass so gently.  He's so afraid
of hurting me.  I have a brief thought that I might look like I'm having
convulsions.  My muscles are quivering as they relax.  I'm rapidly going
out of control.  I'm tired of control.  I want to be dominated.  To hell
with gentle this time.  I want it rough.  I want to be FUCKED! 

Almost from outside, I hear myself.  I don't' even recognize my own voice,
so hoarse and deep and wild.  "Yes, yes, go, just fuck me, keep going, ..
oh god, Fox, .. so good, . harder, .. faster, .. oh yes...TAKE ME. Take
control.  Do it now! "  He does.  He just continuously goes a little
faster and a little harder, a little deeper with each stroke.  He is now
pulling out until just his head is inside and then plowing back in.  A
little more than half of him is inside me now.  I hear myself shouting,
"Slam into me, ...hard as you can!  Oh yeah.  Stuff me full!  Fuck me
haaaaarrrrd, Fox !  Fuck my ass.  I want it rough.  Ram it in.  Ah, god,
your cock is so huge, so good.  Oh yeah, fuck it hard." 

I hear a little strangled scream from him in response to my words...and he
goes a little faster, a little harder, a little deeper.  Each stroke, a
little faster, a little harder, a little deeper.  A minute goes by where
all I hear is our ragged breathing as he continues carrying out my wishes,
and sinking into my body, totally dominating me. 

I am almost in shock from the sensations.  Suddenly I register that both
of his hands are gripping my hips tightly, and his beautiful, lean hips
are smacking into my ass.  I feel his balls hitting my wet lips and my
clitoris.  My mind goes off the beam as I realize oh my god, he is all the
way in.  All of that beautiful, impossibly long, incredibly hard, thick,
heavy cock is stuffed into me, slamming into my ass to the hilt like a
battering ram, fucking me so hard.  And nothing has ever, ever felt this
good!  "Yeesss...keep...fucking me...just like that...with all of you...so
deep...so hard...don't stop... Foooxx, yeah, be rough."  I scream.  I
sound demented.  I'm having one slow, rippling orgasm that just keep
fluttering through my body with every stroke. 

And he is too.  He is slamming into me now, hard, fast, deep strokes.  My
hearing comes back suddenly and I can hear him.  "Dana, can't much ..
longer.  Ahh, god, ... can't believe... this is happening,... Dana, baby,
... you, god, ... love you, ... can't believe ... I'm fucking ... your
ass, ... you're too ... tiny for this...baby...was sure you were ... too
tiny...can't believe you ...  are taking ... all .. of ..  me, ... never
felt anything ... this tight ...  Jesus, Dana, ... never been this .. 
haaarrrd, ... ssooooo fucking ... hard... it hurts, ahhhh chrisssst,
...ahhaaa, FUCK, DANA,, FUCK, DAAANNNAAA." 

He is pulling out until just his head is inside and ramming that enormous
cock of his back into me in long, hard, fast, deep strokes, right to the
hilt.  It feels like he is all the way up to my stomach.  I'm splitting
apart.  I might die from this.  I don't care. 

Lights explode behind my eyelids and I hear us both scream as a violent
clenching orgasm takes over the small rippling one.  We scream again, not
a name, just an endless blending of our screams as the endless tremors
wrack our bodies.  He has leaned forward, his torso over my back and is
gripping me around the waist, as I feel his hips whacking my back side in
short strokes now in an almost staccato rhythm as he comes, pumping squirt
after squirt of hot semen into my ass. He has no control over it.  God, I
can feel it even more this way.  His semen is hot, really hot and my
bowels feel like they are on fire.  Delicious fire.  My ass is clenching
him so tight.  I can feel every convulsive throb of his huge dick and a
hot wash of his cum as it jettisons into me.  I have no idea how long the
orgasm went on, or how long we just sank into the tremors afterwards. 
When our breathing finally quieted, he slowly pulled himself, still
semi-erect, from me, holding my ass cheeks apart gently.  I whimpered at
the loss.  His cock is laid on my back, reaching almost up to my lower
back.  God, he was in so far.  He slid down into a spoon position and
wrapped me tightly in his arms. 


This is beyond anything I could have imagined in my wildest, most erotic
dreams.  She keeps bending my mind with the things she wants, and I can do
nothing but go along for the ride, gladly.  I'm so afraid of hurting her
but then she coaxes me with screams and dirty talk and I end up completely
losing any semblance of gentleness or control. 

My cock is so hard it hurts, hurts deliciously.  Her ass is gripping me
like a vice, so impossibly tight.  I can hardly stand the pleasure.  I'm
dizzy from it.  I can hardly stand to watch as her tiny body, once again,
opens to accept me.  But I can't pull my eyes away.  God save me, every
stroke brings me closer to losing control.  Got to keep control.  Go easy. 
Then I hear her screaming voice, crazed, ragged, wild and begging me to be
rough, dominate her and fuck her ass, hard and fast.  Her crude but erotic
words in that wild, desperate voice make my mind snap and I finally lose
all control, all restraint. 

My body reacts to her words without the permission of my brain.  I see
myself move my hands from her back to grab her hips tight and begin
pounding into the tightest orifice of her body.  Delirious again as I
stare uncomprehendingly as my cock plows into her over and over, sinking,
sinking, deeper, deeper with every wild, out of control stroke.  I can see
her sphincter iris tighten as I back out and stretch open again as I slam
myself back inside.  I feel like I'm going to split her in half, but I
can't stop or even slow down my pounding as I hear her continue to wail
and beg.  Then I'm all the way in, slamming into her to the hilt.  And I
feel her contractions gripping me.  I should have come by now, she's so
tight.  But her sphincter is like a tight cock ring, keeping me incredibly
hard, but preventing me from coming prematurely. 

I scream and my own stream of nonsense issues from my mouth.  I am
floating.  I think my head just disconnected from my body and took a seat
nearby to watch.  I'm aching, impossibly hard.  I feel like a steel rod
being milked by a vice, a hot, gloved vice.  My universe is between my
legs right now.  I am out of my mind to be fucking her this way.  And we
are fucking this time.  I am out of my mind to be cramming my rock hard
cock all the way into her dainty, heart-shaped, little ass.  I should be
too big for her.  There must be divine intervention here.  All I can say
now is:  Fuck, Fuck, Fuck and scream her name as I my hips start wailing
her with short strokes and I come.  And come and come and come.  My balls
are pulled up so tight, I wonder if you can even see them anymore.  My
guts are turning inside out.  And my cock is on fire. 

Then her muscle contractions escalate and grip my cock so tight it feels
like she will cut it off.  But strangely, the tolerable pain makes my
orgasm more intense and each of her spasms milks me for another jet of
cum, and another and another. 



I can barely hear him when he speaks.  "I'm lost Dana.  I'm so lost in
you.  You are so incredible.  Can't believe that just happened.  Thought
my body was going to explode.  Didn't know that much pleasure was
possible.  I'm so in love with you." 

"I love you too, Fox.  We just...fit." 

'Well said.' We drifted off to sleep. 

PART 6: (RATED NC-17) 

We managed to get through the rest of Sunday without groping each other
until later that evening.  We had a picnic in the park and then caught a
matinee at the theater.  It was some romantic chick flick, the kind I've
always hated to sit through.  Didn't bother me a bit today.  Must have
been because they always reminded me of what I didn't have, what I thought
I would never have. 

We wandered around the streets of D.C., window shopping, holding hands and
grinning at each other like two love sick high school kids.  We had dinner
at a cozy French restaurant and laughed over the escargot.  They are
great, but only if you don't stop to think about what you're eating.  I
saw the men's heads turn as we crossed the floor to our table, my arm
around her waist, my hand resting possessively on her hip and I felt
unreasonably proud that she was with me.  With me, as opposed to just
joining me. 

We went back to my place and I packed some clean clothes and we stumbled
back to her apartment.  My face actually hurt from smiling so much.  I
realized that I hadn't had much to smile about in a long time.  It was
long overdue.  Putting aside for the moment, the surreal, mind-blowing sex
we've had in the last 3 days, today, I just enjoyed being with her.  We'd
done all these things before, movies and dinner.  But it was different
now.  It was relaxed and easy.  We were really sharing it.  I was a little
worried about work, but it hadn't come up.  I hoped it wouldn't be a trial
for her.  I had no idea how she wanted to handle it and was afraid to ask. 
I didn't want to be the one to break this mood of wonder and delight that
was following us around.  But I knew we would have to talk about it and
come to an agreement. 


I'm lounging in my sweats without a shirt on her couch.  I rest my head on
the back rest and close my eyes.  She had gone to the kitchen to fix us a
snack.  She's taking a while.  I suddenly smell the unmistakable smell of
warm chocolate.  I'm about to ask her what she's doing when she walks into
the living room.  I look up and the words die in my throat. 

She's wearing black thigh high stockings and a lace garter belt.  Nothing
else.  The cross she always wears around her neck is glistening in the
glow of the candles she lit on the coffee table.  She has two bowls, one
with strawberries and one with melted chocolate that she holds out to the
sides of her body.  She stands quietly, a quirky smile on her face.  Did I
mention the garter belt and stockings were all she's wearing?  No bra, no
panties, no shoes.  Her full breasts are standing at attention, the peaks
stiff with goose bumps.  My eyes travel from her feet to her thighs.  Her
red curls hold my eyes.  The ends of the little hairs between her legs are
shining a little with her wetness.  I've forgotten how to breathe. 

She waits patiently looking like a painting out of one of my most lurid
fantasies.  I drag my eyes up to her breasts and lick my lips.  My mouth
has suddenly gone very dry.  Is she real?  Does it get any better than
this?  I'm still waiting to wake up.  We've both been starved and now
awakened.  It seems she is as insatiable as I am.  We're making up for
lost time and enjoying the alternate universe that seems to have sprung up
around us, excluding the rest of the world. 

I felt my groin tighten moments after she appeared.  As soon as my brain
registered what I was seeing, I was erect, almost painfully.  I'm tenting
the front of my sweat pants.  She tips her head and stares pointedly at my
crotch.  I feel her eyes travel up my bare chest.  When our eyes meet, she
is wearing a wicked smile, fully enjoying my stunned, speechless reaction. 
You'd think I'd be a bit cooler by now.  You'd think the sight of her
naked perfection, the shock of it would have dimmed at least a little
after what we've shared.  Nope. 

"Breath, " she commands around a low chuckle in her throat. 

"God help me" is all I can whisper. 

"You say that a lot lately."  Her tone is teasing.  I smile. 

"I need all the help I can get.  Baby, you are going to kill me.  Can you
die from too much pleasure?" 

"Not unless you have a weak heart." 

"Not me.  Good thing, although this could induce heart failure."  She
smiles widely, licks her lips. 

"The chocolate will get cold if I stand here all night."  She places the
bowls on the coffee table, close to the edge and sits on the couch,
reclining into the armrest opposite me.  She folds her legs up Indian
style. 

My heart is racing.  Her breasts are pushed up into the air as she
reclines against the arm of the sofa.  Her sex is exposed to me.  Peeking
between the auburn curls, her lips are pink and swollen and wet.  I move
to go to her but she holds up a hand to stop me.  I retreat to my side of
the couch and watch her, hungry with anticipation. 

She reaches over and plucks a strawberry from the bowl and dips it in the
chocolate.  She holds it a moment in front of her mouth, letting a drop or
two of chocolate drip onto her chest.  I watch it fall and then moan deep
in my throat as she slowly begins to lick the chocolate off the
strawberry.  Her tongue laps and then swirls around the fruit.  It's like
her tongue is on my penis.  I feel the answering shivers in my shaft each
time her tongue laps.  I never thought of food as erotic.  I'm changing my
mind.  She bites into the fruit, stopping with it between her teeth, her
full lips pouting around the edges.  She sucks a little, bites it off and
chews slowly. 

She hums, "HHMMMM."  I see the wicked twinkle in her eyes as my breath
hitches. 

"I didn't know about this sadistic side in you," I whisper.  She just
smiles and repeats the process with several new strawberries. 

She has let several blobs of chocolate slide onto her chest and between
her breasts.  Just when I think she can't do anything more exciting than
this, she retrieves a blob of chocolate from her rib cage with her index
finger and slowly rubs it around and over her hardened nipple. 

She moans and tips her back into the armrest.  I can't breath again.  She
repeats with the other breast.  They are now both covered in chocolate and
she is smearing it around with the fingers of both hands, one on each
breast. 

"Dana, please..." I croak.  She shakes her head 'No".  Now she just dips
all four of her fingers into the chocolate, retrieving a couple teaspoons
worth of chocolate.  She locks her gaze with mine and slowly brings her
hand down between her legs and smears the chocolate on her curls. 

"Holy shit," I hiss.  She maintains eye contact with me for a moment and
slides her middle finger through her hair and sinks her finger inside
herself.

I'm dreaming.  My lord, she is masturbating in front of me.  I am suddenly
very uncomfortable and stand up.  She grunts, but then nods as sees me
pull my sweats down.  I hadn't put any underwear on either.  I recline
again, one leg up on the couch, one foot on the floor, facing her again. 
My erection is standing proud, throbbing rhythmically.  She has fastened
her eyes on my crotch and continues to slide her finger inside herself,
retreating and dragging her fingers up and over her clitoris.  Loud sighs
are coming from her now in regular intervals. 

I can't stand being still anymore.  I wrap my hand lightly around the top
of my shaft and run my thumb back and forth over the head, spreading the
precum that was staining my sweats moment earlier. 

Her eyes go wide and she gulps.  Those blue orbs are like a Medusa. 
"Yeesss," she hisses.  Her fingers of her free hand are pinching her
nipple now and rolling the hardened bud between her thumb and forefinger. 
"Aahhh, Fox."  Her

breathing is heavy now.  "Keep touching yourself.  I want to see." 

As much as I want to jump on top of her and sink my tongue into her
chocolate curls and suck out her wetness, I comply.  She has surprised me
again.

I pump my rigid shaft in hard, firm strokes, flicking my thumb over the
head at the top of every stroke.  We are both making unusual sounds
between gasps now.  I am in a haze, watching her pleasure herself and
knowing that watching me is getting to her as much as she is getting to
me.  I wrap my right hand around the base of my shaft and start squeezing
in time to her fingers slipping in and out of her tunnel.  My left hand is
still pumping.  I lean forward a bit and feel the nubby texture of the
couch fabric scrape against my balls.  I groan and increase my pace with
her. 

This is too much.  I grab my shaft with both hands, one on top of the
other and start thrusting myself into my own hands, forming my own tunnel. 
As I tighten my ass muscles to pump my hips forward, my sack scrapes
lightly on the couch fabric causing alarming tingling to run through my
groin. 

Her eyes haven't left my hands.  Her two fingers are now furiously
frigging her clit and she is making those sounds again.  Those warbling
whimpers.  My pace increases again and I can't stay silent anymore
listening to only my ragged breathing and her shuddering whimper. 

"Oh, Dana, you're a goddess, so beautiful, so exotic.  Ahh, lord, I'm so
hard for you, sooo hard again.  What you do to me.  Ahh, Christ, love, my
balls are so heavy, so heavy.  She responds to my need for words, knowing
how they inflame me.  The same way mine do her. 

"Fox, I'm so wet, so wet.  Have mercy, you're so beautiful, so sexy, ahh,
love, you're so big... it drives me crazy...just remembering you inside
me.  Crazy just to look at you.  Yes, keep sliding into your hands, yeah,
that's it.  Good god, you need both hands.  Pump yourself hard, pump hard
for me, ooohhh, I'm so close, so close, aaahhh, Fox, yeesss."  I watch as
her eyes go wide and the flutter shut as her orgasm washes through her.  I
grunt as I follow right behind her.  My eyes are filled with the sight of
her beautiful face, flushed with passion, her huge blue eyes heavy with
arousal, the wet pouty lips telling me to pump myself for her as my cum
spurts out in jets and splats onto my chest.  I cry out her name and fall
limp, my spent erection throbbing softly in my hands.  She is slow to move
but looks up and sees my chest. 

"Got any tissues?"  I grin. 

"Don't need any." 

"Huh?" 

She flings herself to her knees, crawls between my legs, drops her head to
my chest and begins licking my semen of my chest.  All I can do is moan
endlessly and watch in fascination as she licks, hums in her throat and
swallows as if she's eating a delicacy.  She finishes the job thoroughly,
briefly sucking my soft penis into her mouth and swirling her tongue to
clean it up.  She looks up and gives me that 'Cheshire Cat' grin.  She is
very proud of herself. 

I can't resist. 

She shrieks as I grab her by the waist, lift her and push her down onto
her back, leaping to my knees to straddle her.

"You will pay for that." 

"Promises, promises," she quips.  I give her my best 'you are in trouble
now' look. 


Can one person stand so much pleasure without inducing spontaneous
combustion.  It seems I'm spent, exhausted.  Then, one touch, one tease,
one look and it starts all over again.  I've never been this adventurous,
this aggressive or this demanding.  I've never been this insatiable.  It's
like he turned on a faucet and someone removed the knobs.  I can't shut it
off, this flood of emotions, desire, excitement, giddiness.  I never
realized giving pleasure could be so intoxicating. 

I'm in love.  He is by turns gentle, rough, stunned, out of control, wild
.  He's a kaleidoscope of moods and I love every one of them.  I knew he
would be a good lover.  I'd heard the talk.  I didn't know he would be
this good, that he would make me delirious.  The way looks at me with
wonder makes my heart feel like it's going to burst.  My modesty is gone. 
It went down the drain with my fear and confusion.  He loves me.  This
wonderfully loving, incredibly sexy, very intelligent , passionate man
loves me.  What can I do but love him back?  I feel light headed with the
power of his excitement and knowing that I am the cause.  This dream will
have to end.  I know it.  But not yet.  Watching him pump his huge
erection and watching him come was incredible. 

I'm delirious.  First, he licked the chocolate off my breasts, suckling
and laving my nipples giving equal time to both of them.  He kissed me so
tenderly, spent moments just gazing at me and then slipped down to the
floor, spinning me around to recline on the couch, my hips propped on the
edge.  He went torturously slow as he licked the chocolate from my pubic
hair and then explored every fold, gently and thoroughly.  Oh my god, he
is lapping the cleft between my ass cheeks, gently and cupping my ass and
pulling the cheeks apart.  He leaned over and stuck his face in the
chocolate bowl, coming up with a blob on his tongue and returned to me. He
pulled my legs up over his shoulders. 

A jolt of intense pleasure ripped through me as he stiffened his tongue
and pressed into my rectum.  Holy shit, the chocolate is still warm.  I'm
groaning and running my hands through his tousled hair.  He keeps poking
into me, swirling his tongue and lapping up the chocolate from my ass.  I
think I'm gonna pass out from the waves of pleasure. 

He stops and looks up at me.  "Stay with me love, I'm getting inspired." 
His low, husky voice is so sexy.  I'm having a little trouble breathing. 
He called me love again.  It sounds so good. 

"I'm, I'm almost afraid to ask," I gasp.  He chuckles a satisfied little
sound, snatches a large strawberry from the table. 

"I'm going to die.  He is rubbing it in my folds, over my clitoris and
into my wetness at the mouth of my vagina.  I can only stare at him as he
brings it to his lips, and slowly sucks my wetness off the end. 

"Christ, Fox, you're killing me."  He smiles and repeats the process. 
Then a third time.  By now, I'm squirming.  "Please, Fox...oh please..." 

"Please what?" 

"I need something...I don't know...you're driving me insane." 

"What do you want?" 

"MORE!" 

He bends down and nudges my opening with the strawberry.  I gasp.  He
reaches over and dips it in the chocolate and returns.  Good lord he is
carefully pushing it inside me.  Help me, it's sliding in and he is
pushing two long fingers in behind it.  I feel myself swell and release my
wetness that fizzes quietly as it leaks out around his fingers. 

He is murmuring, "Dana, you are so beautiful, so perfect, so wet.  Can you
feel how swollen and slick you are?" 

"Yesss." 

Another strawberry follows the first, and another and finally a fourth. 
"So exotic, like fruit.  You taste like tangy honey.  Good with
strawberries." 

I'm incoherent now as he drops his head between my legs, slides his big
hands up to cup my bottom and pulls me hard onto his mouth.  He has sealed
his mouth over my lips, snaking a hand out to pinch the bottom of my lips
closed with two fingers... and he is... sucking...so hard.  I cry out as I
feel a piece of fruit burst through my lips and into his mouth. 

"MMMM," he hums.  He moves to the bud at the top of my lips and pushes his
top teeth down on my clit, raking down over it as ... oh ... he's chewing,
slowly, carefully and scraping my clit with ever bite. "MMMMM, delicious. 
I love the taste of you." 

I begin to hoot and pant.  "Whoooh, Whoooh, oooh."  His lips close around
my nub and he sucks slow and hard.  His index finger and thumb slide into
me as my orgasm hits me.  My spasms grab his fingers as he fishes around
and pulls out the second strawberry, popping it into his mouth and
descending on my nerve bundle again.  The tremors had just subsided and
they racked me again.  I am so inflamed and sensitive from coming that I
hiss, "No teeth."  He nods and gently lips and sucks me as he finishes
retrieving and eating the other two strawberries.  I orgasm each time he
reaches inside me.  Back to back, slow, shuddering orgasms.  He seems so
in control, so unaffected until I pull his head up with my hands on his
face and look into his eyes.  His pupils are dilated, there is a fine
sheen of sweat on his hairline.  His lips are swollen.  He is breathing
heavily, slow, deep, shuddering breaths that almost match the pace of the
orgasms I just had.  His hands come up to rest on my thighs.  They are
trembling. 

A smile slowly spreads softly across his face.  "You're killing me Dana,
I'm vibrating.  Lord, you're so incredible, so

beautiful.  And I can't believe it..." 

"Believe what?" I ask. 

He kneels up, takes my hand and guides it between his legs.  I lean
forward and grasp him gently.  Holy shit.  He is so hard.  I slide from
the bottom to the top, reveling in his rigid silkiness.  His eyes close
and he sucks in his breath.  His eyes open and they are filled with tears. 
"How can I keep wanting you like this?"  My eyes sting with my own tears
in response.  "How can I need you this mu...much?"  I can't believe you
lu-love me." 

"Shhh," I hiss as I stroke him gently.  I want to comfort him, reassure
him.  He seems frightened.  Is he frightened by his own feelings or by me? 
I'm not sure.  "Fox, I can't believe that you love me either.  Nothing has
ever been this right, felt this right.  I can't stop touching you, looking
at you, because I'm afraid you'll disappear, and I'll wake up and find out
this was all a dream.  Do you know what that would do to me?" 

"N-No."  He is staring at me intently. 

"My heart would shatter into a million pieces."  I pick up his hand and
turn it palm up, brushing my fingers over his calluses.  "Do you know
where my heart is, Fox? 

He smiles a sad smile and slowly touches my chest below my left breast. 
God, I love him so much.  Why didn't I realize it, admit it?  Why did I
fight it?  The reasons seem trivial now. 

"No." 

He scrunches his eyebrows together and does that adorable 'purse his lips'
thing.  I hold his hand in mine and put my index finger in the center of
his palm.  "It's right there, Fox.  In the palm of your hand."  He sniffs
a little and silent tears start falling down his face.  I whisper, "And
I'm begging you not to break it."  He sobs and clutches me to his chest,
wrapping his arms around me tightly and burying his head in the crook of
my neck. 

"I'll never break it Dana, I promise.  It's the most precious thing in the
world to me.  If anyone's heart is going to get broken, it's going to be
mine." 

We were silent for long moments, just holding each other, breathing
together, enjoying having our arms full of each other.  He finally stood
up and swung around to sit on the couch.  I swung into him and cuddled up
under his arm, laying my head lightly on his chest.  He closed his eyes
and hummed.  I snuggled up closer and lightly scratched my nails through
his pubic hair.  He smiled lazily.  I reached up to stroke his arousal
keeping my touch light. 


I don't deserve her.  I don't deserve this kind of pleasure, but I can't
turn away from it either.  I want to give her everything.  If I thought
she'd say 'Yes', I'd buy her a ring tomorrow.  She would be better off
with some smiling handsome executive or doctor with no haunting
obsessions, and no one gunning for his career.  I've never cried in front
of anyone but her before since I've been an adult.  I cried when she was
sick, I was cried when my father was killed and I cried when my mother
died; with her.  And just now when I couldn't contain my love for her
anymore.  I don't know what to do with it.  I couldn't express it, so I
cried.  I always knew it was O.K. to cry if she was there.  I knew she was
the one person who wouldn't think less of me, or think I was weak. 
Regardless of what she deserves, she loves me, really loves me.  I'm
beginning to believe it.  It's unbelievable, it's incredible but it's
true.  Isn't it?  My brain hasn't caught up to my heart yet.  I keep
catching myself questioning it.  Her heart is in the palm of my hand? 
Quite the other way around if you ask me. 

I'm relaxed now.  Her fingers are fluttering around my sex.  Her touch is
so slight, I might not notice except for the burning and throbbing
response of my body.  I look at her and she seems fascinated.  Her big
blue eyes are open wide, staring at her own hand as her fingers
tentatively touch me, up one side of my erection and down the other,
teasing the head and watching it twitch and react to her touch. 

I feel her shift and have no time to react as her stocking-clad thighs
slide over mine to straddle me.  I grunt and without another thought, she
perches on top of my engorged hard on and slowly but steadily descends. 
She stops near the bottom, exhales forcefully and pushes down, engulfing
me again, her hips grinding into mine.  We both groan.  She leans in and
kisses me softly.  I shiver as her tongue darts out and wets first my top
lip and then the bottom lip. 

Her hands are exploring my chest, my neck, my stomach.  "I need you so
much.  It scares me how much I need you."  She's stroking my arms and
sucking gently on my lips.  God, my body is just melting under her gentle
ministrations.  She whispers, "It feels so good to touch you, so good to
have you inside.  Christ, you stretch me.  Feels so delicious.  I could
look at you all day.  Your body fascinates me.  You're so graceful, so
sexy."  Her hands travel everywhere as she strokes and squeezes and
continues whispering endearments.  She slides up as far as her thighs will
lift her and slides back down, steady and slow in her rhythm, just
reveling in the feel of it.  "Your skin is so warm.  I love to feel your
muscles tense when I touch you." 

We've been fairly serious up to this point, but then I lose it when she
says, "Do you have any idea how utterly perfect your ass is?  I've wanted
to do this for so long."  With that she leans over, slides her hands under
my rear end and grabs my cheeks, one in each tiny hand and rhythmically
squeezes.  The tension is too much.  I'm grinning like an idiot again. 
"Just checking to make sure it's still there.  I want to play with it
later."  I glance at the perfectly serious look of concentration on her
face, and I can't resist.  I bark out without thinking, "Dana Scully has
the hots for my ass?  Who knew?" 

The tension breaks and I start laughing.  I sound a little hysterical.  I
have no idea why it strikes me so funny.  God, she thrills me.  It's
contagious and she joins me, laughing at me laughing.  Her eyes tell me
she got the double entandree, the literal one and the metaphorical one. 
She crushes her lips to mine.  Our tongues dance with each other.  I cup
her breasts and her breath hitches.  I massage her chest as she resumes
her lift and settle rhythm as her laughter quiets to soft chuckles.  She's
kissing me again, reaching back to rub my sacs gently with the fingers of
one hand. 

I can't stay still anymore and her slow pace is driving me wild.  I being
to thrust up into her each time she descends.  She moans into my mouth as
I fill her.  Every thrust, she is moaning into my mouth.  I feel the
vibration shoot straight to my groin.  I move my hands to her hips and
begin guiding her, holding her in place while I thrust up harder and
faster.  Each time I do her stockings slide over the outside of my thighs,
teasing the hairs with a delicious hiss.  Her breasts are hovering in
front of my face and I latch onto her hardened nipple and suck, slow and
hard, the way now, I know that she likes it.  Her soft moans graduate to
loud groans and she starts to babble again, always a good sign! 

"Fox, oh, you feel ssooo good, uh, the way you fill me.  The way you
stretch me.  Ooooh, I can always feel you so deep, oooo, so deep.  You're
always soo hard, so hard, so good.  Ahh, yes, suck it hard, just like
that."  My hands slide back to cup her heart shaped ass.  She is pressing
her hips forward now grinding her sex against me with every thrust. 

Before long we cry out together and sink down to lay on the couch. 

PART 7:  (PG-13) 

I woke up cradling her against my chest.  Her leg was thrown over mine,
her head on my arm, tucked beneath my chin.  I don't think I've ever been
this happy in my entire life.  I don't recall ever feeling this content. 
It's 6:00 AM, Monday morning and I have to get up, but I'm loath to
disturb her. 

I slowly extricated myself from her and slid out of bed.  She mewled in
protest, but I tucked the covers around her to keep her warm and trotted
out to the kitchen.  I couldn't leave yet.  I picked up the phone and hit
the Speed Dial 2.  My cell phone was Speed Dial 1.  That little fact made
me unreasonably happy.  The phone rang 3 times and then he answered,
"Skinner here." 

"Sir, it's Mulder." 

"Mulder, where the hell have you been?" 

"Taking care of some personal business, I was away from my place for most
of the weekend." 

"I know, I've been trying to reach you." 

"Sorry about that.  Listen, how big of a hassle would it be for you if I
took a week off?  I have three weeks accumulated." 

"Now?" 

"Yeah, now, this week." 


"Umm.  Well, the case I gave you needs some immediate attention." 

"It's not an X-File." 

"I know that but your profiling skills are needed on this one Mulder. 
Most of the folks in behavioral unit are tied up." 

"Well, then could you send the computer file over by e-mail and I'll do a
profile and send it in for their use." 

"From home?" 

"Yeah, why not.  Then they can get started on it, have something to work
with, and I can take the rest of the week off." 

"What's going on Agent Mulder?" 

"Some personal things I need to iron out.  Came up suddenly." 

"Uh, huh.  This wouldn't have anything to do with the fact that Agent
Scully is on vacation, would it?" 

"Uh,..." 

There was silence on the line. 

"Alright, Mulder, we'll do it your way.  You can't concentrate and you
aren't worth shit when she's not here anyway." 

"Thanks, I think." 

"Your welcome.  I'll e-mail the stuff over right now." 

"Oh, sir?" 

"Yeah?" 

"Umm, can you e-mail it to Scully?" 

Silence again.  I hear him exhale a breath forcefully. 

"Yes.  Is that where you are?" 


"I'd rather not say, sir." 

"Well, O.K., you know what?  I'd rather not know." 

"Thanks again, sir.  I really appreciate this." 

"You owe me one." 

"Yes, sir.  I'm sure you'll find some heinous task for me to perform to
make it up to you." 

He chuckles.  "You bet I will.  Bye for now." 

"Yeah, good bye."  The line went dead. 


I went back to the bedroom and just stood watching her sleep for a while. 
I had a whole week off.  God, I hadn't taken a week off in over six years. 
I crawled back under the covers carefully and wrapped her in my arms.  She
mumbled, "Time for you to get up yet?" 

"Shhh, no, go back to sleep." 

"K." 


I wake up and look at the clock.  Some habits die-hard.  9:00 AM.  Oh,
god, 9:00AM!! 

"Mulder, Mulder, wake up!" 

"Huh?" 

"It's 9:00, you have to get up.  You are already two hours late.  Skinner
is going to be furious." 

He is smiling lazily at me. 

"Mulder, this isn't funny, you can't keep doing this." 

He gives me that feral grin.  "Yes I can." 

"What are you talking about, you have to..." 

"I took the week off." 

Silence. 

"You what?!" 

"I said I took the week off." 

"You never take a week off." 

"Just did." 

"When?" 

"About three hours ago.  Got up, called the boss and told him I wasn't
going to be in this week." 

"You're crazy.  Why?"  I got the 'you can figure this out' look again. 
"Me?" 

"Yup.  Not ready to leave this little universe just yet.  I do have to
whip up a profile though for the Behavioral Science group." 

"The case you had when I visited on Friday?" 

"Yeah." 

"You don't have anything from the file, you'll have to go in anyway." 

"Nope.  He's e-mailing me the information." 

"Oh, well, then, we'll need to go to your place and get it." 

"Nope." 

"Mulder!  Would you just tell me the whole story?" 

"He's e-mailing it to you." 

"Me?!  You told him you were here?!" 

"He guessed." 

"Shit." 

"He didn't seem upset about it.  Told me I wasn't worth shit when you
weren't there anyway." 

"He did NOT." 

"Did too." 

"No kidding?" 

"Yup." 

"Mulder, you were calling him at 6:00 AM!  He's going to think you spent
the night here. 

"I did." 

"I know that!  But I don't want him to know that!" 

"Well, he can't know for sure." 

"So now what?" 

"What would you like to do Agent Scully?" 

"I'm hungry." 

"Breakfast?"  I nodded.  "My specialty." 

"Let's go out." 

"Out?" 

"Yeah, you know, put on some clothes, go down to the diner a few blocks
down, sozzle coffee and eat breakfast." 

"I have to put clothes on?" 

"Well, I'm not really prepared to share you yet.  I'd rather you didn't
start handing out free shows." 

"Really?  Are you getting possessive of me Agent Scully." 

I growled and leaped up to straddle him.  I leaned in for a kiss and he
captured my mouth in one of those thorough, slow, lazy kisses that melts
my insides.  I came up for air.  "Yeah, I might be." 

"Well now, I guess I can live with that." 

I was quiet for a moment.  "We need to talk about work." 

He sighed.  "I know.  I was putting it off." 

"We probably shouldn't." 

"Let's talk about it over breakfast, not here in bed." 

"O.K." 

"Shower with me?"  He looked hopeful.  I chortled at his expression. 

"If you promise to behave yourself." 

"Not a chance.  I'll never look at showers the same way again." 


Breakfast was fun.  I was finding such delight in doing the simplest
things with her.  Everything was new, just because she was with me.  She
been with me on many occasions in the past, but she'd never been with me. 
In public, she was such a lady.  But she'd never been my lady.  It was
hard to reconcile this proper lady with the tiger in my bed.  Her many
facets continued to intrigue me.  She was slowly opening up.  She started
telling me personal things about her life, her family, her interests
outside of work.  It was enlightening.  She knew almost everything about
me already.  She knew my family, my history.  I'd really had no other
interests besides my sister and work, until now. 

I supposed there were some things she didn't know.  Mostly, though,
whatever she didn't know pertained to my feelings

about her, my fantasies about her.  Those could wait.  I wanted the work
discussion out of the way.  Then I could enjoy the rest of the week
without that looming over our heads. 

"So, about work," I began. 

She sighed, "Yeah." 

"We should decide how we want to handle this, as long as ... 

"As long as? 

"You want this to continue. 

"Of course I do!  You didn't think this was a fling, did you?  If I wanted
a fling, I could have done it with someone a lot safer. 

My face must have fell hearing those words. 

"I didn't mean that the way it sounded, Mulder. 

"I know, but it's true. 

"I just meant someone who I didn't work with, without those complications. 
I wasn't referring to anything else. 

"O.K., well, no, it certainly isn't a fling for me either.  I think you
know that.  I just wanted to make sure that you were sure. 

"Yes, I'm sure.  As weird as it may seem, I've never been more sure of
anything in my life.  For all the fear and misery I put myself through
worrying about it, now, it seems, O.K. 

"You don't know how happy that makes me.  I never dreamed any of this was
possible. 

"Me neither.  Ironic, isn't it?  All this time we wasted. 

"I know.  I thought of that too, but I don't want to dwell on 'what ifs.'
I want to think about a future...with you in it.  God, that's sounds
surreal when I say it out loud! 

She smiled, that sexy smile where one corner of her mouth turned up a
little higher than the other.  "So, public or private? 

"Meaning? 

"Do you want to be my lover in private or in public? 

"Public holds some interesting possibilities. 

She blushed as she realized how I'd intentionally misinterpreted her.  I
was leering at her in mock consideration of the possibilities going
through my head.  "I meant, do we keep this to ourselves in general or do
we let people know that we are together? 

"Are you talking about work or otherwise outside of work? 

"I guess they are separate. 

"Depends, whatever you want to do, Scully, I'll go along.  Really, I don't
care either way, just so long as you stay with me.  I don't care about the
ramifications at work.  I used to because that was my only excuse to spend
time with you.  And I knew I wanted to keep you in my life as much as
possible.  And yes, I want to keep working together.  I think we make a
great team.  But as long as you are my ... girlfriend?  She chuckled. 
Well, the rest doesn't seem important anymore. 

"Girlfriend, huh? 

"Is that the PC term nowadays or is there another one?  It's been so long,
I wouldn't know.  But I don't want to go around introducing you as my
lover.  That would be tacky." 

"I like 'girlfriend', girlfriend works for me. 

"Well then, girlfriend, what do you want to do about this new situation?" 
She was silent for a few moments. 

"Well, I feel the same way you do." 

"That's a first." 

She laughed.  "Stop it!  I don't want to hide from everyone or anyone. 
However, I do want to keep working together.  Sooo...I guess we should be
circumspect and professional at work.  To be open at work would be like
handing them a reason to split us up.  I don't want to do that.  They have
been looking for a reason all along.  I don't want to give the bastards
the satisfaction!" 

Her voice was rising in volume as she continued.  "I would go crazy if you
were taking off on some case with another partner, or me with a new
partner.  I don't think I could handle it.  Us going in separate
directions all time on different cases.  I want to be with you, all the
time, not just in between cases." 

I gave her my best 'you are amazing look.' "Do you have any idea how much
I love you?  Any clue?"  Her smile was radiant.  "So, what about when
we're not at work?" 

"Hmmm.  Well, I don't want to hide but we should probably be careful in
D.C.  We could run into a lot of people we know from work around here and
it would only take one gal to see us behaving inappropriately and blow the
whistle." 

"Gal?" 

"Yeah, one of the many female agents or secretaries that has the hots for
you." 

I'm laughing out loud now.  "What are you talking about?  Every single guy
in the place wants to take you out but your reputation for adhering to the
rules holds them back.  They are always asking me, 'What's it like to work
with such a beauty?  Telling me what a lucky bastard I am to have you as a
partner.  How did I get so lucky?  Me, Spooky Mulder.  Not fair.  And, my
personal favorite, 'How in the hell have you kept your hands off her for
nearly seven years?' I never know how to answer that one, because I have
no earthly idea." 

"You're crazy.  You're making this up." 

"Most certainly am not." 

"Well, neither am I.  God, every time I heard one of the mewling rookies
talking about your body parts like you were a hunk of meat, I wanted to
slam them in the kisser!" 

I'm grinning from ear to ear.  "So possessive, Agent Scully, that you
would contemplate violence on my behalf.  I like it."  I paused.  "So what
body parts?" 

"Never mind." 

"Oh no, spill it." 

"You don't want to know." 

"Yes, I do." 

"Why?  So you can get a swelled head?" 

"Not me.  That's never going to happen."  She chuckled.  "Besides, I don't
believe you anyway, that's why you won't tell me.  You are the one making
up stories!" 

"You don't believe me?  Alright, Mr. Nosey but don't say I didn't warn
you." 

I raise my eyebrow in question, waiting for her answer. 

"O.K.  I've lost count of the comments I've overheard about your perfect
backside and what they'd like to do to it." 

"No way." 

"Yes, way.  Shall I catalogue them?  Let's see.  Questions I've gotten. 
'Have you ever seen him with his shirt off?  Lucky bitch. What's he hiding
under those suits?  Don't you want a piece of that?  You guys are more
than friends, aren't you?  Is that ass as perfect as it looks unveiled as
it does with pants on it?  Oh, yeah, then there are the speculations about
the size of certain parts of your anatomy.  How big are you?  Can you use
it well?  How they would love to borrow it for a night." 

I could feel the blush creeping up my neck and I looked away.  Was she
serious?  The anatomy thing, there was only one person who could have
started that rumor.  Diana.  Damn her.  Now Scully is chuckling and
enjoying my obvious embarrassment. 

"Well, well, Mulder.  Never thought I'd see the day when some sexual
innuendo would rattle your cage. 

"Well, that's pretty sacred ground, Scully.  Don't you think? 

"I warned you. 

"Yeah, you did.  Got me.  So let's drop this now and pick up where we left
off.  We got side tracked here waving flags for the mutual admiration
society." 

"Maybe I should try to remember all the things I've overheard or been
asked.  I rather like the state this discussion puts you in."  She is
suppressing a giggle. 

"Scully..." I tried to put my best warning into that one word. 

"O.K.  Where was I?  Oh yeah.  D.C.  I think we should just play it by ear
on the outside.  Be careful in D.C.  When we are out of town, well,
then..." 

"O.K., sounds good to me.  Basically, if no one related to work is around,
all bets are off.  If there's even a chance of something or someone
getting into the work loop, be discreet.  Does that cover it?" 

"Yes, O.K." 

"O.K. 

"So what about Skinner? 

"What about him? 

"Do you think he knows? 

"No.  He suspects, but he's in the 'what I don't know won't hurt me
category'.  Besides, he has no proof and he knows how tactless it would be
to ask me.  After all, I have behaved myself for nearly seven years,
despite the rumors.  He knows we have a weird relationship.  He doesn't
understand it but he respect it." 

"Weird how?" 

"Well, to him, yeah.  We are closer than most partners.  We are more
involved in each other's personal lives because of what we have gone
through.  He knows we are each other's best friend and confidante.  But,
he also knows that our convictions and beliefs are fundamentally
different." 

"Not so much anymore." 

"Yeah, but he also knows how professional and level-headed you are.  So,
even if he doesn't quite trust me to behave, he counts on our differences
and your professionalism to keep me from crossing the line." 

"Level-headed, huh?  If he only knew.  Do you know this or are you just
guessing?" 

"I'm guessing, partly.  But truthfully, I really think he's on our
side...in all things.  If he were to discover we were..." 

"Lovers?" 

"Lovers.  That sounds so weird, still.  Good weird.  But weird.  Yes,
anyway if he found out, I think he would keep it to himself." 

"Well, whatever happens, we'll deal with it.  If they split us up though,
I'd leave the bureau." 


"You would?" 

"Yes, if I can't work with you, I don't want to be an agent.  After you,
nothing else would measure up." 

"Thanks.  You really feel that way?"  She nodded.  "What would you do? 
Open a medical practice?" 

"Too tedious and time consuming.  No, I think I'd probably try to become a
medical examiner or something and work regular hours doing autopsies. 
Then I could take time off and travel with you if you had to split with
some new partner to parts unknown." 

"You've really given this some thought. 

"Yes.  Some of it before we...before this weekend."  I smile in response. 
She is so cute in her awkwardness.  It is a rare thing to see and I drink
it in with my eyes.  Thoughts of me can make her shy.  That knowledge just
gives me a warm fuzzy." 

"God, how I wish that I had known." 

"Yes, well, you said it earlier, Mulder, we just have to look to the
future." 

 "Fox." 

"Oops. Fox." 

"Actually, it really only matters to me when I'm touching you." 

"Yeah, we'll have to be careful not to slip at work." 

"Yeah, that could be tough."  I raised my O.J. glass.  "A toast, to the
future, Dana.  I really feel like I have one now." 

"To the future, Mulder.  Ophelia is definitely cured." 

PART 8 (RATED NC-17) 

He had spent Monday afternoon compiling his profile on the killer the
Behavioral Science Unit was pursuing.  He wanted to get it out of the way
so that we could enjoy the rest of the week with no work hanging over his
shoulder.  The week went by fast.  We hit all the museums in D.C.  We
rented a bunch of movies neither of us had the chance to see.  We ate out
at a different restaurant every night.  We.  Us.  It was a new concept for
both of us.  It made things a little strange, but new and exciting.  We'd
been squiring each other around for nearly seven years, but we had never
been an item and it changed the feel of everything we did together. 

Since neither of us could boast much of a social life in the past seven
years, we both had the money put away to do these things.  We took turns
paying for our outings.  He knew I would find his insistence on paying for
everything insulting.  So, after a token objection, he allowed me to hang
onto this vestige of independence.  It was one of the things that I loved
about him.  He really did see me as an equal.  He never saw me as less
than or the weaker sex. 

And, in keeping with our first weekend together, we made love every night
before going to bed, and sometimes in the morning. 

Finally, it was our last night of freedom before going back to work.  We
decided to eat in.  He surprised me by running out to the grocery store
and returning with three bags of groceries.  Although he used almost every
pot and pan in my house, he produced a meal fit for royalty.  French onion
soup and tossed salad with vinegret dressing was followed by veal Parmesan
and linguine.  He even did baked apples with cinnamon for dessert.  After
stuffing ourselves silly, I lit a fire in the fireplace and we relaxed on
the couch with coffees in hand.  We assumed our now favorite position for
the couch with me reclining between his long legs.  He was silent for long
moments and we just enjoyed being snuggled up on the couch.  The tension
of our first attempt at closeness in the position forgotten. 

"So, want to tell me about this profile you did?" 

"You probably don't want to hear it." 

"Yeah, I do.  The perp is serial killer, so I know the evidence is
probably gruesome and unsettling." 

"To say the least.  Whoever this is, he's a sick individual." 

"He?" 

"Yeah, most of them are and since all his victims are women, married
between the ages of 30 and 45, I can safely assume he's male." 

"Let me guess, 25-35 years old, loner, bad history with daddy, works way
below his potential, has a high I.Q., and is methodical, probably has
obsessive compulsive disorder and lives in the area of his victims.  How
am I doing so far?" 

"Pretty good.  Where'd you learn this stuff?" 

"I read John Crawford's books, Mind Hunter, Obsession, and Journey into
Darkness.  The Behavioral Science Unit can be loosely related to forensics
since forensics often evaluate the evidence that they use to make up the
profiles." 

"I'm impressed." 

"Don't be.  Criminal psychology has always just been something I had a
morbid curiosity about." 

"Something else I didn't know about you.  Well, I think he's probably in
his 40s or 50s, and his bad history is with mommy, not daddy.  He lives
near his victims but not in the same town.  Probably somewhere fairly
remote.  Otherwise, you're dead on.  Maybe you missed your calling,
Scully.  You would have done well in psychology instead of cutting up dead
people." 

"Nah, not my bag.  I can only second guess what's going on in other
people's heads for a while, then I start getting cranky.  I'm a science
girl, I like absolutes, and there is nothing absolute about psychology." 


"How have you put up with me for all these years?" 

"You're the exception." 

"Why?  Come to think of it, you second guess me all the time,
continuously, for the last seven years!" 

"I do not!" 

"In work, you most certainly do." 

"In the beginning maybe.  But I've learned to respect your instincts and
you're hunches.  They may not turn out to be what you thought they were,
but they usually lead to something significant and germane to the case." 

"Hmm.  Instincts and hunches are rarely absolute." 

"I know.  I've had to back off on some of the convictions I've held sacred
all my life, because of you." 

"I'm sorry." 

"Don't be.  It made me grow up.  It made me work harder.  It made me
realize life isn't an imperical math equation.  You've taught me that not
everything in the universe can be explained and executed with military
precision.  Sometimes we have to make a leap of faith, trust your gut and
go for it. 

"Never thought I'd hear that from you.  You know, they've hung med school
students for less!" 

"Me neither.  But in an ironic way, it's strengthened my faith.  I was
never a good Catholic.  The dogma and hypocrisy of the church didn't jive
with my convictions in science.  But learning that not everything in life
is black and white, right or wrong, good or evil, I had to rely more on my
faith in god and an ordered universe.  I had to trust that everything
happens for a reason and I don't necessarily have to understand it to work
with it.  Also, that things work out the way they are supposed to.  If I
can accept that, I don't have to always know, 'why.'" 

"Interesting theory.  Maybe that's my problem.  My religion has always
been 'truth' and figuring out the 'why' of everything.  I didn't need hard
facts to pursue a line of evidence or questioning.  But at the end I am
looking for definitive answers." 

"There are more things in heaven and earth Horatio...." 

"I think we've both learned a great deal from each other.  And if your
theory is correct, then we don't need to pine over 'what-ifs' as regards
our relationship.  It happened when it was supposed to happen.  Everything
we shared and learned

from each other built up to that moment.  That one moment when I risked
touching you.  That one moment when I asked to make love to you." 

I fluttered my tongue in a good imitation of a cat purr.  He chuckled and
began to place soft kisses on my shoulder, moving up my neck, lapping his
tongue over where he kissed, and finally breathing into my ear and running
his tongue around the shell. 

My body's response was immediate.  I felt the shivers, the now familiar
tightening of my nipples and heaviness in my breasts.  I moaned.  He
growled a mock growl that brought a smile to my lips.  I purred again in
response. 

"Dana, you're like a drug.  I'm afraid I'm addicted to you." 

"I can live with that." 

"Can you now?  I haven't shocked you yet with how much I want?" 

"No, It's hard for me to believe, but I'm getting used to it fast.  I
think this has been the happiest week of my life so far.  I would think I
would be the one to have shocked you." 

"You did, but I was, am, delighted.  I love you so much.  I can't even put
it into words.  There are no words." 

"I know.  We can show each other though." 

"Over and over?" 

"Yes, over and over.  Let me show you."  I stood up and took him by the
hand leading him into the bedroom.  He reached for me, but I stopped him. 
"My turn to show you." 

"You already have." 

"I want to again.  Slower this time.  I want to explore." 

"I'm all yours." 


I let her take control and set the pace.  She kissed me slowly and
thoroughly.  Her lips created tingles of fire as they worked down my neck
and over my shoulders.  She unbuttoned my shirt, kissing every inch of
skin she exposed, nipping, sucking, laving her way down my chest. 

My shirt was removed and she repeated the process down both arms, ending
by sucking each finger into her mouth and swirling her tongue around each
of them before moving on to the next.  My breathing was ragged now and my
heart was beating hard.  For every suck on my finger I could feel a mimic
sensation in my shaft.  She would gently restrain me each time I reached
for her. 


She slid around to my back and ran her hands up and down the sides of my
spine.  She stepped away briefly telling me to stay.  Then I felt her bare
breasts against my back, and her bare legs against the back of my thighs. 
Her hardened nipples moving over the muscles of my back and making them
ripple with anticipation. 

Her hands made their way to my belt, her arms around my waist.  The buckle
was deftly undone, along with the button at the waist of my jeans.  I
gasped and then let loose a moan as her hand slid over my erection while
unzipping my jeans.  My jeans were removed as she knelt and licked my
thighs, the back of my knees and my calves.  My underwear were shed, and
she gently led me to sit on the bed. 

Continuous incoherent groans escaped me as she ran her hands over my
thighs and slid her mouth over my hardness, laving me with her tongue,
sucking slow and hard, creating a slow, powerful throb in my shaft.  Then
she moved up and down, her silky hair brushing my thighs and belly.  I'm
going to come if she keeps this up. 

"Dana, please, I need you so much," I managed to gasp out.  She gently
maneuvers me onto my back, raising my arms above my head and showing that
she wanted me to grab the vertical bars of her headboard.  Her slow,
steady pace never varied as she ran her hands over my forearms and biceps. 

She's kissing me again, sucking my tongue gently into her mouth, our
tongues then dancing around each other.  I melt

when she does that.  She pulls back and licks my top and bottom lips,
wetting them thoroughly before sucking on my bottom lip.  I am shuddering
now, my hips straining upward involuntarily, seeking contact with her warm
wetness.  She stares into my eyes for long moments.  Her pupils are
dilated, her lids heavy, her lips swollen and her breathing rapid.  I am
glad to know she is as affected as I am. 

Finally, she levers up and straddles my lower legs, leans over and slides
her body up mine, pulling her breasts over my groin.  My hips twist of
their own accord and her tongue darts out to lap up the fluid leaking from
the head.  The way she hums in the back of her throat as she swallows my
fluids drives me crazy.  It's like she's eating a delicacy.  I can feel
the blood rushing through my veins and our panting breaths joining
together in an expression of the passion we share.  I close my eyes and
savor the sensations.  Our passion seems to be building each time we are
together like this.  It hasn't calmed or dimmed.  My desire for her, it is
as strong and urgent as it was the first time I laid my lips on hers.  A
mystery, one I don't wish to solve, just revel in. 

I feel her slight weight shift and I look up to see her staring at me. 
Her hands are on my chest, her wetness laying atop my shaft.  Her lips are
parted, her tongue sliding over the bottom of her top teeth as she
contemplates her next move.  Her ministrations have been torture, sweet
torture.  But I am losing my ability to stay still.  My cock is heavy,
throbbing and beginning to ache now from being hard so long with no
relief.  I whisper, "Dana, please, I need to be inside you, you've made me
ache." 

She responds to my request, but still in slow motion, rising up, taking
hold of my throbbing hardness with one little, white hand.  Holding me in
place, she perches atop the head and rubs me back and forth between her
wet nether lips.  We both moan.  I feel her wetness coating the head of my
shaft.  She is so warm there. 

She finally utters her first words since she told me to let her love me
slow and explore.  "Fox.  You will never know how much I love you.  You
complete me like no one ever has, like no one ever will."  I shiver at her
words and feel my chest get tight and my eyes sting with unshed tears. 

She slowly, centimeter by centimeter, lowers herself onto my shaft, her
eyes never leaving mine.  Near the bottom, she braces herself on my
shoulders, leans forward slightly and pushes back, embedding me to the
hilt in her tight, hot, wet tunnel.  She sighs.  I groan.  I watch her
eyes flutter shut for a moment as she grinds her pubic bone against me. 

I hear her murmur, "So deep, you fill me so full, I can feel you so deep." 
My hips strain upward trying to relieve this relentless pressure.  Her
breath hitches and she begins to lift herself up to the top and lower
herself back down.  Once again her pace is slow.  Her breasts are gleaming
above me, the pebble hardness of her nipples standing at attention,
begging to be suckled. 

"Dana, I need to touch you, please."  She nods and I remove my hands from
the headboard where they held the bars in a death grip.  I keep her slow
pace, sliding my hands over her hips, waist, stomach and making my way
towards my goal.  "Silk, your skin is like silk," I whisper.  I grasp each
globe of her perfect breasts in each hand, lifting and gently kneading
their fullness. 

She's making those low moaning sounds that go straight to my groin.  She
embeds me inside her again and begins to rock gently back and forth, her
beautiful backside brushing my swollen, aching balls each time she rocks
backwards.  I pinch her nipples and roll them between my thumb and
forefinger. 

She groans and hisses, "Yes, squeeze hard, Fox, harder, yeah, just like
that."  Her pace increases as she begins to undulate her hips in a slight
circular motion.  She leans back and I raise my knees slightly and tilt my
hips up, pushing into her as far as I can go, feeling myself slide a
little deeper into her as my hips tilt up.  "Oh, god," in a surprised tone
was all I heard as her walls began to contract and massage my.  She
reached back and gripped my thighs.  My hand sank to her clitoris and I
ran my thumb hard over her nub as the orgasm hit her.  I saw a flush rush
up her stomach and chest as her head was thrown back and she cried out,
her eyes wide, "Fox. Ahhh. Fox." 

She was so beautiful, her tiny body towering above me, flushed, her breast
thrust out, her inner muscles urging me to follow her.  I clenched my jaw
tight, curled my toes and contracted my groin muscles in an effort not to
come. 

Her spasms stopped and she gazed at me with an almost bewildered look on
her face.  Then she smiled, "I didn't expect that.  Wow."  I couldn't take
my stillness anymore and grabbed her hips, bucked my hips and quickly
flipped her onto her back.  She gave a little surprised squeal but didn't
protest.  I put her arms up to grasp the bars of the head board as she had
done to me.  I pulled out of her and she mewled in protest.  I held her
hips down with both hands.  I needed to regain control and that wasn't
going to happen if I was inside her.  I leaned in and kissed her and made
my way down her body.  As she'd done to me, reveling in the way she began
to squirm. 

I positioned myself on my knees, between her legs and slid my thighs wide
and to the side of her hips, pulling her legs up and resting them on my
shoulders.  Her eyes were wide with anticipation and she licked her lips. 
I smiled at her and firmly grasped her waist just above her hips, my arms
on the outside of her legs and placed myself at her entrance.  I slid just
my head inside her and pulled back out.  Then I went in a little more and
pulled back out.  I continued to tease her this sway, sinking a little
further each time until her head was rolling back and forth on the pillow,
her auburn hair splayed around her head and across the pillow.  She
pleaded, "Fox, you're killing me, please."  I pulled completely out,
looked her in the eye with my erection resting between her swollen lips
and then gripped her hips and drove myself into her to the hilt, hard,
holding her pelvis from the top of her hips crushed against me.  She cried
out as I began to thrust into her and kept pulling all the way out and
driving back in as far as I could go. 

I leaned forward to hug her hips with my arms, pulling her entire pelvis
against me, whipping my hips back and forth with my thrusts until she
cried out.  As her muscles spasmed, I thrust a hand under her cheek and
pushed my finger into her

anus.  She wailed, bucked her hips and began clamping down on me again,
her orgasm prolonged.  I couldn't get enough of watching her in total
abandon like this, thrashing beneath me, surrendering to me and to her own
passion.  Somehow I managed not to explode inside her.  Delighting in
being able to make her orgasm as many times as I could distracted me from
my own painful throbbing between my legs.  I backed out. 

She quieted and looked up at me finally.  "My god, Fox, you're still..." 
I smiled goofily, "Yes."  She opened her mouth as if to say something but
I chose that moment to retract my finger from her back side, slide up and
scoop her wetness on my finger as I pawed at her lips between her legs. 
She gasped.  I brought my hand out from under her, around to the front and
slipped between her legs.  I slid down the bed placing her feet on the
bed, her knees up.  "Fox, what?" 

Her inquiry was cut short as I began methodically coating my fingers with
her wetness and sliding down to lubricate her back door.  First one finger
slid in and I worked it around until her muscles relaxed.  Slow, steady. 
I rewet them in her vagina.  Now two fingers swirled around inside her,
loosening, and then three fingers.  She is groaning now, incoherent
nonsense.  Her hips are tipped up to give me better access and she is
craning her neck to watch me.  I move up and slide myself into her
wetness, and emerge coated in her juices.  "You know what I want."  She
nods. 

Once again, I place her legs on my shoulders, but I lean over her,
pressing her legs backwards until her thighs are almost touching the
mattress.  This tipped her whole pelvis up and exposes her fully, her
cheeks spread wide.  She is so limber.  I steady myself on one forearm as
I reach down and grasp myself and place my head at the entrance and press
firmly against her muscle.  I watch her face for any sign of distress. 
There is only passion and desire and anticipation.  She nods her head in
acceptance. 

I push until my head penetrates her tight ringed muscle.  I see her flinch
and stop.  Then I feel the muscle relax and she nods again.  Her hands are
still gripping the headboard.  I lean down and begin to suckle her nipple
as I press slowly into her backside, feeling her muscles relax by degrees. 
When I am in about half way, I stop and begin to pull out.  She grunts,
"No, more." 

"Dana, I know last time I was able to...but this position, I might not..." 
She cut me off. 

"More. I'll tell you when to stop." 

"Dana..." 


"Trust me."  I put both forearms on the bed, latch onto her nipple and
again I let my weight sink down onto her.  She seems so tiny, my body
completely covers her.  I slip into her, grunting for control against the
tightness.  "God, Dana, I want to make you scream with pleasure." 

'You already have." 

"Again, I want to take you hard and I want to do it to you again."  I want
her to totally surrender to me.  I'm about three - quarters of the way in
now.  She gasps, "O.K., move now."  I begin slow, careful thrusting, my
grunts turn into one continuous groan that comes up from my toes.  I hear
her pant, "Faster, now." 

I pick up my pace, and she begins making sounds of pleasure that cause joy
to wash through my body.  And then, what in one week I have come to love;
she starts to wail and babble.  "Ahhh, yeah, Fox, harder now, faster now,
of god, so good, you're so hard, oh yeah, keep going, yeah, baby, stretch
me wide."  I am thrusting hard and steady now.  I feel my balls tighten
and pull up, almost becoming part of my shaft.  The sensations are
indescribable.  I grab her shoulder with my palms from under her shoulder
blades, my palms up for better leverage around the top of her shoulders. 
Just like before, I'm sinking deeper into to her tiny, tight orifice with
every stroke.  Her bottom is bouncing lightly on the mattress and
springing back up to meet my thrusts and assist in this wild, out of
control need to bury myself in her ass. 

Then I get the green light from her.  "Oh yeah, stretch me wide, Fox, do
it again, shove it all in, all of it, come on, bury it, bury it inside my
ass, come on, harder, harder, shove all of that huge cock into me.  Ahh,
yes, just slam it in, keep going, bury that hard rod in my ass, just like
before.  Take me rough.  Fuck me hard, Fox." 

What can I do?  I fuck her hard.  What is it about anal sex that makes
both of us go crazy, crude and totally out of control, and crave
roughness?  I brace my knees on the bed for better power and I slam my
hips toward her ass as fast and hard as I can until I am buried inside her
again.  Her hoarse cries continue and blend with mine until we both
explode from the inside out and our bodies blend together into one pulsing
mass of pleasure as her ass squeezes my cock, I pump her delicious, tight
ass full of my sperm and her screams echo in my ears. 

I removed myself from her slowly, letting her legs fall and rolled onto my
back taking her with me to relieve her of my weight.  Her breath was still
erratic. 

"Are you, O.K. Love?" 

"O.K.?  yeah, I'm O.K." 

"You sure?  I didn't hurt you?" 

In answer she tipped her head up off my chest and gently laid her lips
sideways on mine and plundered my mouth until we couldn't breathe.  We
came up for air.  "I love you, Fox.  The pleasure you give me surpasses
every one of my most wild, erotic fantasies.  You've ruined me for anyone
else." 

"Ditto." 

"Umm, and I love it when you call me Love, and Baby, or any of those pet
names." 

"Do you?" 

"Umm, hmm." 

"Well then, Love, I'll use them more often." 

"I love you Fox, with everything I am." 

I suppressed a little sob at the emotions flowing through me.  This little
woman now possessed me completely. 

"Dana, Love, I love you too, god, you own my soul." 

We kissed tenderly and curled up to sleep. 


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