Lemon

Date Number Two

"Where are we going?"

"I already told you, it's a surprise. Did you bring a day's worth of soylent with you? I don't want you going hungry on our date."

"I brought enough," she said with a shy smile. "And I brought some ice packs for it so it stays cold. I don't want to ruin our date," she blushed. "I haven't taken a day off from work well… ever. I work hard to keep the companies running. How did you arrange for this?"

"Bliss, you have vice presidents for a reason. You're allowed to take days off. And it was easy to arrange. Your secretaries were happy to arrange it, you've racked up a year's worth of hours of vacation time. You're going to be forced to take vacation time from now on now that I've opened the door for it. Seems I'm changing your life for the better. It makes me happy to know I am." The man growled in a genial way and she shivered in anticipation; cuddling against his arm. He continued driving to the outskirts of town as she sang along to the radio and dozed. It was early for a Tuesday morning, but he was determined to be one of the first ones in. He couldn't remember the last time he'd anticipated a reaction more. She was going to flip when she saw his surprise.

"Bliss. We're here," he said, nudging her awake. She yawned and stretched, then got a load of the sign.

"Downey Park? You've brought us to Downey Park?"

"Yup."

"Oh my gosh, this is awesome," she squealed, hugging him around their seatbelts. "I haven't been to an amusement park since that field trip in high school!"

"As I recall, you didn't enjoy yourself much on that trip," he recalled, remembering her waiting by the front gate for half the trip due to him.

"I was… Well…"

"I was being my normal bastard self. I remember. Shall we go in? I timed it right, the park is just opening."

"Yes, yes, yes!" she giggled, forgetting her food in her excitement. Tyr grabbed it for her, pleased that his surprise had gone over well.

The two were recognized as soon as they reached the gates, but they ignored it, Tyr using a coupon to get them in. They played all day, riding almost all the rides. Because of a cruel prank on Laurel's part, Wanda didn't like roller coasters. But they went on the water rides first, then the other rides to dry off. They watched the shows and chased each other around the hall of mirrors.

"I think I can win you a teddy bear," Tyr said near the end of the day.

"Don't bother. You know all those games are rigged," she answered, already looking for the bumper cars again.

"Watch me," he said, grabbing her chin to get her attention. The game was simple. Aim the arrow through the hoop and get a prize. The number of rings determined the shelf of prizes to pick from. Wanda was not going to waste her money on it, but Tyr looked determined.

"Isn't it a little cliche, trying to win a prize like this? Come on, I want to ride the bumper cars again!"

"It's only five dollars to play," the stall owner announced, walking over to flirt with a group of girls nearby.

"I don't want to see you disappointed," she said at last, eyeing the prizes dubiously. "Plus, I doubt those prizes have moved since he opened the stall."

"Untrue," the hawker told her. "Just last week, someone won a prize off the second shelf. It takes skill, but it can be done." She stared at him blankly until he started shuffling uncomfortably, then walked away torn between the swing ride and the bumper cars.

A tap on her shoulder brought her up short. When she turned, Tyr shoved the giant purple bear he'd won for her into her arms.

"I- what? How did you- You paid the man to give you this, didn't you?" Without a word, the man led her back to the hawker, who suddenly looked nervous.

"Surely you're done now that you've won a prize for your lady friend."

"Wait a minute. You're telling me that he beat the game? Seriously?"

"You should have seen him, miss," one of the teenagers who had been watching said. "He didn't even hesitate! He just lined up the shot and got through all three rings!"

"Wow!" she smiled. "You must be really good. Could you teach me?"

"Maybe I'll take you to a shooting range sometime. You can learn properly," he said, caressing her cheek.

"I-I'd like that," she stuttered, blushing at the attention. The two walked away to the hawker's relief.

They ended up doing the bumper cars and the swings, Wanda now lugging her prize around with her. She settled the giant toy, now named Oscar, into the swing beside her because the line wasn't that long and sat him beside her on the bumper cars so she could attack her suitor in earnest. They stayed until the park closed, watching the fireworks as she drank her last bottle of lukewarm soylent.

"This has been… I just… Thank you, Tyr. I don't know how to thank you enough. How did you know to bring me here? I never told-"

"You told Francis Guiseppe that this was your ideal date during sophomore year."

"So, this is just you going through my childhood, remembering everything I ever mentioned in passing to a friend?"

"Pretty much," he gave her a roguish grin. "I want you to know that I'm paying attention like never before. You gave me all the clues and I never put it together. It took me dying to put the pieces together. I have the full picture now and I intend to run with it. I'm going to spend the rest of my life dedicated to your happiness."

"That's a tall order," she said, looking away.

"It's my mission," he said, bringing her eyes back to his. "I'll never fail you in this mission."

"Oh Tyr," she breathed. He was a hair's breadth from touching her lips when he noticed a woman swooning over them. He blinked and backed off.

"Oh, don't mind me," she said, attracting attention from the fireworks. "That was the most romantic thing I've ever heard, 'her happiness is your mission'. The whole thing just needs to be sealed with a kiss."

"Yeah, kiss her," an effeminate voice sounded to their left. "This documentary needs an ending."

"Is she really the best you can do though?" a male voice sounded out. "She's kinda scrawny and cold-blooded. You could do with a woman with some meat on her bones and a personality."

"You've got a personality, don't you, girl? Show us. Oh, don't be shy," the old man said as she turned away. "You're going to be dealing with people in your business for the rest of your life! You're a public figure. Have been since you took over those two companies of yours."

"You know, I think you can do better than him! He slept with another woman while married to you, and then took a third woman on the honeymoon cruise! There's something fundamentally damaged about a man that would do a thing like that to a woman."

"But he's changed!" someone else piped up. "He's changed so much since coming back from the dead."

"Hmph. People don't change. You mark my words. In six months to a year, he'll be back to his old ways and poor Wanda will be- Where are you going? It's rude to walk away when someone is talking to you." The girl was weaving through the crowd now, her giant teddy bear proving to be a slight hindrance to her movement. Tyr lost her in the crowd, which he suspected was the point.

"Well, young man. How long do you think you can remain faithful to that poor child?"

"Madam. Your opinions are not wanted or appreciated."

"Why? Because it's the truth?" she said self-importantly

"No. Because it's none of your business. I don't know you from Eve, lady. No one asked you to embarrass my woman like that."

"She needs to know-"

"Nothing from you," he said in a mild tone. "Anything she needs to hear, she'll hear from her nearest and dearest. And as for my intentions, they are honorable, but that's not your business either." He went to find his woman at that, ignoring the scattered applause from the crowd. He found her by the front gate.

"I… I don't know where the car is," she said, staring at the ground.

"What is it, Bliss?" he asked, wrapping his arm around her shoulders.

"I just… I really wanted that kiss," she told the ground. "I… I forget about everything when you kiss me, and when I came back to reality and people were talking about my relationship like it was their business…"

"I know, Bliss," he said, nuzzling her temple with his nose. He covered her mouth, keeping his touch light and comforting. They parted and the glazed look in her eyes convinced him that he would be staying over at her house tonight. He was tired of these little teases. He wanted to taste her mouth fully. Somewhere that they wouldn't be disturbed. The two slipped away after that, but not before catching a glimpse of the 'documentary guy' smiling and giving a jaunty salute to them. He shook his head and took her to the car, helping her settle in with the teddy bear.

She was asleep peacefully against his side by the time he got her home.

"Wake up, sleeping beauty," he murmured into her hair, shaking her gently to wake her. She yawned and stretched, making a sound like a discontented kitten in the process that he found utterly adorable. "Wake up, little Bliss."

"Don't wanna," she yawned again. "Comfy…"

"I know, baby. But you'll be more comfortable on the couch with me, right?" She sat up with a pout and pulled out her keys, yawning again as she scratched her head and shook it to wake herself up. She climbed out of the car, still half asleep.

"Where's Oscar?"

"I've got him," the man said, gathering the bear and her bag full of empty soylent containers. He walked her to her door and waited for her to open it.

"Um… you should-"

"I want to kiss you goodnight," he said.

"Oh…" she said, tilting her head up and closing her eyes.

"No," he said, ignoring the very tempting sight of her giving herself to him. "I want to do it where no one can comment on it or disturb us. I want to be in your living room when I take your lips."

She bit her lower lip and released it without doing any damage and he suddenly wanted to try it for himself. "Bliss, let me in. Trust me," he commanded in a gentle tone. She unlocked the door and let him into her house. He felt like cheering, but instead, he waited for her to close and lock the door before claiming her mouth in a searing kiss. He took his time exploring her mouth, his strokes deep and patient. She moaned for him, her mind seeming to have just woken up to the fact that her lips were under attack. He wrapped her arms around him, backing up to the couch in the living room without breaking contact. He knew the layout of this house; it used to be his after all. It was the one he'd lived in; the other houses had just been a way to spend money.

Once he was seated with her in his lap, he delved into the depths of her sweet mouth, tasting every bit of her he could reach. He lapped at her mouth like a kitten with milk laced with catnip, giving her drugging kisses that kept her purring. He swept his tongue over her uvula, enjoying her lack of gag reflex to his invasion. He then started coaxing her tongue to play with his, rubbing his against hers insistently. She was obviously going to be a passive lover. But he didn't mind. The level of control she was giving him; the amount of trust she was showing by allowing him to control their time together, was staggering.

He was drunk off her kiss, wanting it to last for hours. She mewled against him, her tongue starting to move against his. He guided the muscle to where he wanted it so he could lick the underside of her tongue. She was starting to rub against him in the most distracting way, her body saying quite clearly what it wanted, even if the girl herself didn't realize it. He unbuttoned her shirt while she was distracted, determined to give her at least some of what her luxurious body was asking for. Once her shirt was open, he reached in and undid her bra, still distracting her with his mouth. Her mouth was like candy, she was so sweet. He continued lapping at her, his hand wandering to her mound. He undid her jeans and reached inside. When she groaned in protest and started trying to reel herself back from ecstasy, he only kissed her more. His fingers played with her most private part.

She was already soaked and ready for him. If he wanted to, he could have her writhing under him as he took them both to Heaven again and again. Reining in his primal instincts, he continued to please her with his hand. She was so wet as he massaged her clitoris... He stroked her mouth and she whimpered with want, moving helplessly against his slick hand. One of his fingers slipped into her moist mouth and she gasped against him, body arcing. Tyr didn't hesitate, stroking her inner walls while his thumb continued its mission to give her the ultimate pleasure. He kept it up until she clamped down on him, her tongue lathing his as she moaned and wriggled against him. He stroked faster and harder, correctly interpreting her writhing. She was panting into his mouth, seemingly unable to decide which of her mouths needed pleasing more. He kept up his caress on both of them, letting the sounds emanating from her; the sighs and desperate moans, the squelching and juicy sounds of delicious friction, guide his conquest.

He would have coaxed her to completion with his mouth, but his mouth was otherwise occupied. Her hands were fluttering at her sides as he took her, but suddenly she wrapped them around him, clawing at his back. She started bucking against his hand, and her tongue seemed to be losing control as well. He knew she was close and so he continued his torture, forcing her to the state of climax. Her eyes popped open and filled with tears as she bucked against him one last time and her body broke into light and sound. She screamed her release into his mouth, body tensed as a bowstring. Then, all at once she relaxed completely. The girl started crying.

"You did so well," he crooned, coming out of her pants slowly. She was drenched in her juices.

"I wet myself," she cried, trying to turn away from him.

"You orgasmed, Bliss," he corrected. "You've… never had an orgasm before, have you?" When she shook her head, he sighed in sympathy. "That was the feeling of your body's fulfillment, Bliss. There's nothing to be ashamed of."

"I'm so wet," she lamented. "I feel like I wet myself."

"Would you like to see how I feel about all that fluid?" he asked in a dark tone. She nodded hesitantly and was suddenly on her back, pressed against the couch cushions instead of his legs. He pulled her pants down to her ankles but didn't remove them. Then he pushed her legs open and started lapping at her juices. She screamed and he stuffed her mouth with her new teddy bear. His tongue was like a thing possessed, alternating between lapping at her outer lips and digging into her vagina proper to have her sweet nectar. She was gushing it, and he wanted every drop. He didn't stop cleaning her until she started bucking against his face, sticking a finger deep into her pussy to feel where her tremblings began. Even holding the bear to her face, she was starting to get too loud in her enjoyment. He spanked her outer folds with his tongue, lapping up her juices with abandon. She was starting to lift off the couch like a bowstring. He shoved his tongue where his finger was and used both to open her up for his exploration. Her moans turned to shrieks in time as he possessed her. She stiffened and tried to clamp her thighs closed to block out the sensations, but he was already there, rubbing her exactly the right way.

She felt coiled tight, and the coil was turning tighter and tighter, taking her down to a place she wasn't sure she wanted to go. She bucked, trying to get away from the coiling, but that only seemed to excite her partner, She felt like a star was being born in her womb, and its birth might kill her but it felt so good… Every muscle in her body stiffened painfully for the second time in the last hour, and the coil in her burst open, taking all the marrow from her bones. She felt like a pile of jelly; any minute she was going to dissolve into the couch cushions, never to be seen again.

"Good girl," he said in praising tones. "I've never had a woman as wet as you, Bliss. You were squirting, did you know that?"

She covered her face, mortified, and started crying again. He gathered her in his arms, rocking her and crooning sweet nonsense into her ear. She calmed after a while, her sniffles and red eyes the only evidence of her breakdown.

"I… I…"

"It pleases me to give you pleasure, little one. You're mine. It's natural for me to want to please you. Did you enjoy that?"

"It was scary," she whispered. "I've never orgasmed before, they're scary."

"What's scary about them, Bliss?"

"It's like I'm all coiled tight and everything is tightening more and more and my heart is racing like it's going to explode. And I'm helpless and the tightening hurts but it hurts so good that I can't want it to stop and then it's like a star is born in my womb and it bursts and everything is light and color…"

"And that's the way it should be," he smiled at her breathless explanation. "Everytime I pleasure you, it should feel out of control, but it should never hurt. Your body is designed to experience intense pleasure, love. Let it; you're a very healthy young woman. Just… be with me. I always want you to be with me during our time together, understand?"

"No."

"I've never touched a woman like that before. I was afraid I was hurting you, love. You have to tell me if I ever hurt you, understand? I'm trying to make up for all the hurt I've caused you in the past. I don't want to add 'sexual torment' to my list of crimes."

"Okay…" she said, exhausted beyond words. She drifted off to sleep after that, feeling safe in his arms.

Tyr watched the woman sleep, unable to believe she'd let him touch her like that. She'd been perfect; responsive in her innocence and so very, very willing. He hadn't expected her to climax under his attentions, he now had a whole new set of images to play with himself to. At least until she married him and gave him more. He grinned foolishly at that pleasant thought and went to the kitchen for clean cloths. Finding none, he settled on paper towels to clean the girl up. She mewled slightly as he rubbed away her juices, but it was clear she was sleeping soundly now. Not wanting to wake her, he re-fastened her shirt and pulled up her pants, straightening up her clothes before joining her on the couch. Oscar was a little damp from her earlier attempts to quiet herself, but he couldn't begrudge her that. He ended up laying out fully on the couch, using her as a blanket. She was boneless and trusting against him, he was happy with that. Looking at the clock, he noted that it wasn't even eleven o'clock yet. A most successful day indeed.