Interlewd Two

    Interlewd Two

    I barely took in the interior of the cab, too busy wrestling Lucys tongue with my own as we slid into the long backseat.

    Greetings, honoured customers, the taxi said. Was your meal satisfactory?

    Mmh, I said. Lucy was scooting towards the middle of the seat, but she still had one hand around my neck and was making sure that my ability to breathe and think was a little on the short end.

    We broke apart, for just a moment. Yeah, I said. Hotel, bring us to the hotel. Myalis, turn off any observation stuff.

    I wish I could off my own. There are some things I dont want to see.

    I snorted, then was cut off when Lucy grabbed the front of my jacket in a fist and pulled me closer. She was on one knee on the seat, her other leg extended to the floor to keep her at an angle.

    I shifted, sitting up properly. Lucy, I said.

    She paused, and panted, her warm breath whispering past wet lips. What? she asked.

    Sit? I asked, patting my lap.

    She rolled her eyes. Softie, she said. Fine.

    I grinned as Lucy shoved over and plopped herself down on my lap. I wrapped my arms around her, pressing her close to my chest. Lucy could call me a softie all she wanted, this, having her in my arms all soft and warm, was the best.

    My head dropped to the nook of her neck and I started peppering her with soft little kisses. I knew that it annoyed her a little. Lucy was always a bit... rougher with her affections, and she liked it like that in return.

    The taxi started to move, both of us swaying just a little with the shifting momentum. I felt Lucys rear wiggling a little, pushing down onto my lap as I continued to press kisses into her neck and hair.

    Cat, Lucy whined.

    I loosened my hug a little, one hand slipping under the stealth jacket Id given her. It was warm under the coat. I pressed my hand over her stomach, then up until it was atop a breast. I squeezed, just a little. Lucy squirmed some more.

    For fucks sake Cat, she muttered. I wanted to fuck, not just some cuddles.

    Cuddles are important, I said.

    Still, I could accommodate a little. Lucy was always very straight-forward about what she wanted. It was one of the things I loved about her. She could play coy too, but it was always easy to read through.

    This kind of kissing and cuddling and hugging, that just got her worked up, which might have annoyed her, but it always made things a lot more fun later.

    Lucy pushed back into me. Cat, she muttered.

    I reached my free hand lower, passing over her belly and down towards her crotch. Lucy was quick to undo her belt for me, and I chuckled as she shifted and raised herself up a little. I reached my hand down, into the warm interior of her pants, then paused.

    Cat, come on, Lucy said.

    I nuzzled the collar of her coat aside and nibbled down on her neck. She gasped, chest heaving out a little. I squeezed a bit harder as I started peppering her with kisses again. My other hand dipped lower. I could feel the soft, synthetic cloth of Lucys panties, the band on the edge elastic and springy. I hesitated a little before moving my hand over the panties rather than in.

    Lucy leaned to the side and turned her head so that I could better kiss her.

    My searching fingers dipped down between her thighs and over soft warmth. I caressed something velvety and damp. Wet already? I asked.

    She giggled. Its the salad, I swear.

    I laughed and pressed another big kiss onto her cheek. That damned salad, I said as I started to move my hand up and down in a long, oval motion.

    Lucy took a deep breath and shifted a bit, legs open wider and back arching just a little. She was like a cat pressing into a petting hand. I continued the motion absently while fondling her breast with my other hand.

    She had great breasts. I could say that with no bias at all.

    Having fun? Lucy asked. Her voice had dropped a little, becoming more sultry.

    I noticed that one of the hotel guards next to the door was red-faced under his little helmet. Id have been a little embarrassed, but my mind was too foggy for that.

    We raced over to the penthouse and shoved the door open. I saw kittens in the living room, a couple of them draped over the large mecha-tigers as if they were huge toys rather than war machines.

    We ordered food from... somewhere, Lucy said as she ran ahead of me. She dipped into the kitchen, opened the fridge, and pulled out a pair of water bottles. Were busy, she said.

    I grinned at the kittens, made sure none were dead, noted that Katallina was sitting with Junior on one couch with Catkillers head on her lap, then waved before moving to the bedroom.

    We made it one step in, and slammed the door behind us before we were back to ravaging each other. Lucy flung the water bottles to the middle of the bed while we walked over, mouths barely coming apart for more than a second.

    My core was burning, my entire body tingled, only finding a bit of relief whenever Lucys arms and hands brushed by.

    I flung my coat off and Lucy did the same with hers. I was wearing my skin-tight armour underneath, and it took some squirming to get out of it. We separated for just a moment as we tore our clothes off. I kept an eye on Lucy the entire time though.

    Her old t-shirt flew off to the side, leaving her in nothing but a ratty bra that wasnt quite sized right. She tossed that aside with just a moment spent with her arms bent back.

    My boots came off, then I shoved the bottom half of my suit down my legs. I glanced up and saw Lucy using the edge of the bed to keep balanced as she tugged her pants down. She was trailing juices down the inside of her thigh.

    My mind was a little foggy as I stepped up behind her and hugged her close. Skin on skin, so warm it burned. I gasped in the scent of her and she pressed into me for just a moment before she started to turn around.

    I pushed her back, catching her forearms as she squeaked and I lowered her back-first onto the bed, her knees right on the edge.

    Sliding a foot forward, I pushed her legs aside and fell down atop her, my head landing right between her breasts. Which one did I miss earlier? I asked.

    Cat, she protested.

    I kissed her breast, then worked a trail of pecks over to the nipple of the neglected breast. I nibbled on it.

    Cat! Lucy squeaked. She was trying to push herself up farther onto the bed, but I grabbed onto her hips, stalling her motion so that I could leave a trail of kisses down her stomach and across her abs.

    She was still wearing panties, the dark grey, store-bought things marred by a proud wet spot on the front. I tugged them down across the soft skin of her thighs.

    I dipped in, and slowly, carefully, licked her from the bottom up. There was that familiar taste, the one Id come to associate with a really good day. Lucys thighs shifted, squeezing her legs shut before me. It was just something she did whenever she got too excited.

    I knelt lower, lifted her knees up, and placed one on either shoulder before diving in again.

    A glance up and I saw that Lucy had her eyes closed, her bottom lip bit, and both hands kneading at her breasts. I grinned as I pressed in. Slow and gentle, teasing. Lucy had once described it as starting like a butterfly landing on a flower, and ending like a dog drinking out of a bowl.

    I had free hands, so I brought both of them up and spread Lucy open just a little more, then I started to press circles into her opening with the end of my thumb.

    Id look up every so often, Lucys face, the way her cheeks puffed, the way her eyes squeezed shut whenever I pushed a finger just a little deeper in, it all made me feel warmer and warmer inside. Hell, Id once gotten off on just teasing her for long enough.

    Her thighs tightened around my head, and I felt her tensing, stomach going taut for a moment even as the flesh around my finger tightened for a bit, almost pulling my finger in deeper.

    Oh, fuck, Lucy whispered.

    Not a full on orgasm, but close.

    My free hand dipped down to my crotch. I still had my panties on, but they were easy enough to push to the side.

    It was a little like rubbing the top of my head and my stomach at the same time, but I managed.

    Is it my turn yet? Lucy asked.

    Hmm? No, I said as I came up. Not until I have you panting for real.

    Lucy huffed and spread her legs wider while sitting up. She sat on the edge of the bed, reached under my armpits, and pulled me up. Or well, she tried.

    I gave in with a laugh and climbed down atop her until I was resting over her, my face over hers. You didnt like it? I asked.

    No, I just want my turn, she said. She pushed me to the side, and I didnt resist as I rolled onto my back and Lucy climbed atop me. Mister Tentacles, she said. Come over here.

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