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Heat	By : reginafabulae Category: X-Men - Animated Series (all) > Het - Male/Female Views: 2895 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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A/N: Had help writing this one. Muah! Love ya, darlin, you know who you are.
After a slightly awkward breakfast, Pyro and Magma went back to his room hand-in-hand.) "So, my lil sheila, what'd ya like t' do now?" He rubbed the back of her hand with his thumb.
She squeezed his hand in response. "I don't know. Did you have something specific in mind?"
He grinned, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "I did actually. Ya might've noticed me starin' at ya while we were eatin' breakfast... and at the ice cream parlor."
She remembered that, all right. It had given her extremely vivid dreams. She blushed. "Um, yeah... were you hinting at what I think you were?"
St. John leaned over and kisses her cheek, murmuring, "Oh yeah. I think ya'd be a natural."
Amara licked her lips nervously. "Okay, but you'll have to tell me how." They got to his room, closing the door behind them.
Noticing her nerves, he offered, "Would ya like me to do you first?"
Her eyes widened. "You... you would do that? Um... sure, if you want to."
He began pulling her clothes off. They were the same from the night before, being all she had with her. Gambit had been sent out after eating to pick up some other clothes for her. Using the five-finger discount, naturally. Pyro grinned as he undressed her. "I've been waitin' t' taste ya since I saw ya wi' that ice cream cone..."
She bit her lip. "You have?" The idea was arousing; she could feel herself growing moist at the thought.
He nodded as he removed the last of her clothing. "I bet you taste like coffee, bein' from Colombia or somewhere down there."
Amara grinned at that. "Brazil, actually." She started pulling his clothes off as well. "I want to see you. You look so good naked." She was growing a lot bolder about her own desires, now that he was awakening them.
He grinned even wider. "Ya like seein' me naked? Which part's yer fav'rite?"
She finished getting him undressed and looked him over thoughtfully. "I can't decide whether I like your butt or your abs best. Of course, I know what part's the most fun," she teased.
"And what part's that?" he teased back.
Once his boxers hit the floor, she grasped his cock, stroking it firmly. "This one."
St. John smirked. "And why d'ya like it so much?"
She blushed deeply. "It feels really good... um... inside me." It was still a little embarrassing to admit that, even though she knew it to be true.
They lay down on the bed together, and he began kissing all over her body. She sighed contentedly, running her hands over every part of him she could reach. He began migrating towards her groin, and she watched his progress with a mixture of nervousness and excitement. He swerved out to one thigh, nibbling it gently. She giggled. "Now you're just teasing."
He licked up her thigh and inward to her pubic mound. He parted her labia, his warm breath washing over her exposed clit. She moaned in response, shifting slightly on the bed. "Mmmm... if it feels that good without you even touching, I can't imagine the rest..."
Encouraged, he did it again, letting his fingers rub her labia. His tongue oh-so-gently caressed her labia. She gasped, her hands gripping the covers tightly. "Oh wow..."
He let out a low, pleased growl. "What was that, luv?"
"It... it feels really good... keep going. Please."
"Good girl t' ask so nicely," he commented. He stroked her labia again. She murmured his name. His tongue ran up and down her labia.
Amara moaned louder, her fingers twitching. "Ohhhh... oh yes..."
"Ya ken run yer fingers through me 'air if ya like," St. John commented, just before his tongue flicked her clit lightly. She let out a noise of pleasure, and tangled her fingers in his hair just short of pulling. His tongue began stroking her clit, steadily, mercilessly. She bite her lip, trying to keep quiet after finding out that they were heard the night before. Despite her efforts, low grunts escaped her fairly often.
"The Cajun is jealous," he told her, knowing where her thoughts were. "You pegged it." His tongue ran all over her labia. She couldn't hold back anymore, and let out a cry of pleasure. Her fingers kneaded his scalp. His tongue teased her entrance, making her juices ooze out. She cried out again, her legs trembling. He lapped up her juices before sliding his tongue inside her, just a bit. She screamed in ecstasy, her hips trembling with the effort of keeping them from bucking. He gripped her thighs to hold her steady. She gasped for breath, moaning his name over and over. His tongue swirled around her entrance clockwise, then counter.
Her toes and fingers curled as she came. "Ohgodohgodohgodohgod..." He returned to caressing her labia as she comes down. She was breathing heavily. "Oh St. John... I never thought anything could feel that good..."
He licked his lips clean. "You were delicious, luv. Excellent vintage."
She smiled. "I'm kind of surprised you liked it. I've heard guys don't enjoy doing that."
He rubs his hands over her. "Only the inadequate ones."
She grinned at that. "Give me a minute to recover, and I'll return the favor."
He kissed her cheek. "Take yer time. I know that had t' be intense." She nodded in agreement. He held her in his arms, kissing her ears and neck. He murmured quietly to her, telling her how beautiful and how good in bed she was.
After she felt like she could move again, she began kissing him back. Her hand moved down to grip his cock. "I'm ready. Just tell me what to do."
"Lick it up an' down first. Get it nice an' slick."
She shifted position to lie beside him so she could get her mouth to it. She licked along the length of the shaft, back and forth, starting out hesitant, but gaining confidence as she goes. After a moment, her other hand cupped his balls.
"Oh yeah, sheila... that's it, very nice... just like that ice cream cone..."
She grinned and licked at the tip like she did with the ice cream on their first date, then ran her tongue around the edge, as if she was licking drips off the cone. He started dripping himself then. She cautiously licked the drip off.
He groaned with pleasure. "Ya like th' taste, luv?"
She licked her lips thoughtfully. "I could get used to it." She licked at the tip again, provoking another groan.
"Now, put yer lips around it," he told her. She obediently took the tip into her mouth. "Oh yeah... Careful not t' gag yerself," he warned. She moaned softly around his cock, suckling it gently. He grinned. "'Avin' fun?"
"Mmmmhmmm." She stroked him in time with her motions.
"Ohhhhh.... Amara..." It was the first time St. John had called her by name during sex. She sped up, encouraged. "God, yer mouth feels so good on me cock..." She took him deeper, slowly so she wouldn't gag. He started to drip again. She moaned, massaging his balls as she suckled. "I was right about ya bein' a natural..." he groaned. She took him even deeper, making sounds of pleasure at his compliments. "That's right, take it deep... my lil whore..." She sped up again as she adjusted to the new depth. "Ya want me t' cum in yer mouth?" he asked.
"Mmmmhmmm." She nodded, making him slide in and out even more.
"Ohhhh, yer a right lil slut... suckin' me off like a pro..."
Amara felt his cock start to twitch in her mouth. "Mmmmm..." She kept up her stroking, massaging, and suckling.
"Almost there... almost there..." St. John warned her.
She nodded again. She felt his muscles tense a moment before he began cumming in her mouth. She let out a grunt, sliding him out until only the tip was still in her mouth, swallowing his cum as quickly as she could.
He slowly relaxed. She finished cleaning off his cock and scooted up to snuggle next to him. "Wow... that was the best blowjob I've ever 'ad," he said, panting slightly.
She grinned. "Really? Cool."
His head lolled over to look at her "You never done that before?"
She shook her head. "Never."
He lay his head back. "A real natural, you are." He held her close to him, obviously thinking about something, hard.
She nuzzled his neck. "Something wrong?"
"Just thinkin'."
"What about?"
"How bringin' ya 'ere might not 'ave been a good idea."
"Are you worried the X-Men will come to rescue me?"
He chuckled. "Frankly, they'd be foolish t' do that. More sorry that I dragged you into... this." He waved his hand to indicate the Acolyte headquarters.
She kissed him. "You could come back to the mansion with me."
He shook his head sadly. "Magneto'd 'ave me 'ide nailed to a wall inside an hour, if I tried to get out."
She caressed his cheek. "I want to stay with you, St. John."
"I'm not tellin' ya t' go. Just, I'm afraid of what Magneto might do with ya as 'part of the team'..." He held her close, not wanting to let go.
She stroked his hair gently. "Shh... It'll be okay..."
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