Alrighty, I still don't own this and please don't sue.
Secret Needs
She walked into my room, to tell the truth, it's her room, in her house, but over the past year, it's become mine. Her legs seemed to go on forever, but I knew where they ended. I love where they end. I love feeling those legs wrapped around my neck. It's something no one else knows, but with all the telepaths in the house, and Scott, somebody's got to suspect.
I moved in to help fix this old place up, but after her second husband left never to be seen again, I became more than just a handyman. I'm just slightly younger than she is, but that doesn't seem to matter as she slightly unbuttons the top of her moist shirt. That air conditioner is the next thing I need to fix, but if it keeps leading to things like this, I'm not sure I want to. She starts to take my shirt off and my eyes roll back into my head.
How could either of the men that walked away from this have even willed their legs to move? I can't even get my legs to stay standing as I fall back on the bed, her in tow. My hands are tangles in that silky long hair as my mouth finds hers tasting delicately like cherries, mine I must imagine tastes like cayenne pepper as our breath mingles.
Oh, I'm no fool. I know the instant her husband returns, if he returns, this is all over, but I don't want to think about that. She'll "hear" me and break away from me, so I hold her closer as she telekinetically removes her underwear and I pull her skirt up and roll her over on her back.
I unfasten the rest of her shirt and peel her soaking wet bra of her pale damp skin. Her perfume filling the air in its delicious scent, I could almost eat her alive tasting as sweet as she does and as my mouth travels over her body, I practically do. Her nails dig into my flesh where they can find it, but she has to be careful. We wouldn't want tongues to wag. I wouldn't want Marie to make much more out of this than it is.
My hand reaches a warm, wet spot and she gasps sharply as she gets wetter against my hand and my erection starts to become painful as she starts to beg for me. I know what she wants from me, but I make her wait as I heat her up just a little bit more with my natural abilities.
Just as her body starts to arch, I pull away, she knows I'm teasing. It's no less infuriating though as a red flush comes across her freckled skin, almost matching the roots of her hair. I pause slightly as I look into her green, pleading eyes before I join my flesh to hers. She growls my name in a guttural grown as I move slowly, her breasts arching upwards as my teeth graze her pink, perky nipples.
I can feel her getting hot, not like most women, but because of her mutant abilities, almost too hot to stand. Her skin almost gives of flames, tanning bits of my stomach and forearms in a peculiar way, and I cum in a hard way, collapsing on her furnace of a body. I'm spent in a way that no normal woman could ever do to me and I'm caught up in her beauty and I do the one intimate act we've not done yet. I hold her hand as we heave breaths together.