It wasn't often that Warren felt so completely at ease as he did waking up next to Betsy. She lay on her side, facing away from him. Her dark hair fanned out across the pillow, and her bare shoulder was as smooth and pale as porcelain.
The sheet had slipped down around her waist, revealing the curve of her hip. Warren couldn't help but admire her as he lay there, still groggy from sleep. He slowly reached out and gently brushed a stray lock of hair away from her face.
She stirred at his touch, opening her eyes to look at him. "Hey," she said softly, smiling.
"Good morning," Warren replied, his gaze lingering on her lips.
Betsy rolled over to face him, their bare bodies pressed against each other.
She ran her hand through his hair, pulling him closer. Their lips met in a passionate kiss, their tongues swirling together.
Betsy let out a low moan as Warren's hand traveled down her body and settled between her legs. He could feel the heat radiating from her as he gently began to rub her clit.
"Oh God, Warren," Betsy breathed, her hips moving in time with his fingers.
Warren couldn't wait any longer. He needed to be inside her. He rolled onto his back and pulled Betsy on top of him, guiding his cock inside her sopping wet pussy.
She let out a deep moan as she began to ride him, grinding her hips against his. Warren could feel her muscles clenching around him as she moved faster and faster, the sound of their bodies slapping together filling the room.
"Fuck, Betsy, you feel so good," Warren gasped, reaching up to grab her breasts.
Betsy let out a filthy laugh, throwing her head back and grinding harder against him. "I know," she said, her voice dripping with confidence.
"I'm fucking incredible." She leaned down, her long dark hair brushing against Warren's face as she began to kiss his neck.
Warren's hands roamed down Betsy's back, grabbing her ass and pulling her down harder onto his cock. Betsy let out a filthy moan as she felt him deep inside her.
She began to ride him harder, her hips slamming against his. Warren could feel her getting closer and closer to orgasm, her muscles tightening around him.
He is about to orgasm too, he grabbed Betsy's hips and began to thrust up into her, their bodies meeting in a fever pitch.
Betsy let out a filthy moan, leaning forward and biting down on Warren's shoulder as she came, her pussy clenching around his cock.
Warren couldn't hold back any longer, he groaned loudly as he came inside her, filling her with his hot load.
They lay there, panting, and sweaty, for a few moments before Betsy finally rolled off of him.
Warren couldn't help but feel a sense of contentment as he looked at her, lying next to him. He reached out and gently brushed her hair away from her face, her cheek flushed from their exertions.
Betsy opened her eyes and smiled at him. "That was amazing," she said, her voice still husky with desire.
Warren couldn't help but agree. He had never felt so connected to someone, so alive. He leaned down and pressed his lips to hers in a slow, lingering kiss.
"Can I use the restroom" she asked with a lazy smile "of course" he replied pointing to the bathroom.
She stood up from the bed and stretched, arching her back and giving him a glimpse of her perky breasts. He couldn't help but stare as she walked towards the bathroom, her hips swaying seductively.
When she returned, she climbed back into bed and cuddled up next to him. They lay there for a moment, just holding each other, before she spoke.
"You know, I would like a real tour of your apartment beside your bedroom.: Betsy said as she traced her fingers over Warren's chest.
"Oh, I wouldn't mind showing you around. But I'm afraid my place is a bit of a mess at the moment," Warren replied with a sheepish grin.
"I don't mind, I'm sure it's not that bad." Betsy sat up and started to get out of bed.
Warren couldn't help but admire her perfect body as she walked around the room, picking up her clothes from the floor.
He had to admit, he was a bit embarrassed by the state of his apartment. It was rare that he brought anyone back to his place, and when he did, it was usually just for a quick fuck. But things with Betsy were different. He genuinely liked her, and wanted to impress her.
"Fine, I'll give you the tour," Warren said, getting out of bed. He grabbed a pair of sweatpants from a nearby chair and pulled them on.
Betsy picked up her bra and slipped it on, before turning to Warren with a smile.
"Lead the way," she said, her eyes sparkling with curiosity.
Warren led her out of the bedroom and into the main living area of his apartment. Betsy looked around, taking in the modern furniture, the sleek kitchen, and the huge windows that offered a breathtaking view of the city below.
"This is nice," she said, genuinely impressed.
Warren shrugged, feeling a bit self-conscious. "It's just a place to crash," he said, trying to downplay it.
But Betsy could tell that he was proud of his home.
She walked over to one of the windows and looked out at the view. "This is incredible," she said, her voice filled with wonder.
Warren joined her at the window, wrapping his arms around her waist. He could feel the warmth of her body through the thin fabric of her shirt.
Betsy leaned back into him, resting her head on his shoulder.
"I could stay here all day and just look at the view," she said, her voice soft and sensual.
Warren couldn't help but be swept up in the moment. He leaned down and kissed the side of her neck, feeling her shiver beneath his lips.
Then his phone rang it was Storm making sure they were ok since Betsy did not come back home to the mansion that night.
Warren apologized and told her that they both had too much to drink and they had fallen asleep, and that they would be back soon.
He hung up the phone and turned to Betsy, "Sorry about that." He said with a smile.
He promised to take good care of her. Storm, being the wise woman she was, heard the truth in his voice and was relieved Betsy was safe.
Warren turned to Betsy, who was still staring out the window. "Where were we?" He said, his voice low and seductive.
He wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her close, pressing his hardening cock against her ass. Betsy let out a soft moan, letting him know she was ready for more.
Betsy dropped to her knees, her eyes never leaving Warren's as she pulled his sweatpants down, releasing his already hard cock. She wrapped her hand around the base and leaned forward, licking the tip before taking it into her mouth.
Warren let out a low groan as he felt her warm lips wrap around him, sucking him deep into her throat. Betsy began to bob her head back and forth, her hand moving in time with her mouth. Warren could feel every inch of her, and it was driving him wild. "Fuck, Betsy, you're going to make me cum," he warned, his grip on her hair tightening. But Betsy didn't stop. She sucked harder, moving faster. Warren's hips began to thrust, driving himself deeper into her mouth. Betsy took every inch, her lips wrapped tightly around him. She could feel him getting closer, and she wanted to taste every drop. "Fuck, Betsy, I'm gonna cum," Warren warned again, but this time Betsy didn't let up. She sucked harder, moaning around his cock as she felt him reach the edge. And with a loud groan, Warren came hard in Betsy's mouth.
She swallowed every drop
Savoring the taste of him.
When Warren was spent, Betsy slowly pulled her mouth off of him, licking her lips as she stood up. "Fuck, Betsy, that was amazing," Warren said, still trying to catch his breath. Betsy smiled, pleased with herself. "I'm glad you enjoyed it," she said, with a sultry tone. And with that, Betsy turned around and walked back towards the bedroom, giving Warren a view of her perfect ass as she went.
He couldn't believe how lucky he was to have met her. She was not only incredibly beautiful, but also kind, intelligent, and understanding. She had a way of making him feel normal, despite his troubled past and his unique abilities.
As Warren followed her back to the bedroom, he couldn't help but feel grateful for this new chapter in his life. He had spent so many years feeling lonely and misunderstood, but now he finally had a chance to experience true love and connection.
Betsy was fully dressed now. She ran her fingers through her tousled hair and turned to Warren. "I'm ready for that tour," she said with a mischievous smile. Warren couldn't help but return her smile. He loved the playful side of her, the way she could make him forget about the world and just enjoy the moment. He led her through his apartment, showing her the various rooms and pointing out his favorite features. Betsy listened attentively, asking questions and making comments. Warren could feel himself falling for her more and more with each passing moment.
"Bets before we go can I ask you something?" Warren said , as they stood in the kitchen, sipping on some water. Betsy turned to him, her eyes filled with curiosity. "Of course, what is it?" she said, her voice soft and soothing.
"I know we just went on our first date and all but you think ... maybe you would like to be my girlfriend?" Warren asked, feeling a mix of excitement and nervousness wash over him. Betsy smiled at him, her eyes sparkling with affection. "I thought you would never ask," she said, taking a step closer to him. She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him in for a deep, passionate kiss. Warren's heart raced as he held her close, feeling like he had finally found his place in the world. He knew that being with Betsy wouldn't solve all of his problems or erase the hatred he faced as a mutant, but it gave him hope.
It gave him something to look forward to when the world became too overwhelming. With Betsy by his side, he felt like he could take on anything.
As they explored the rest of his apartment, Warren couldn't help but imagine what their future held. He saw them traveling the world together, exploring new places, and experiencing new things. He saw them fighting for mutant rights and being at the forefront of the movement. He saw them growing old together, still madly in love.
Betsy's presence in his life was like a breath of fresh air. She was confident, strong, and unafraid to be herself. Warren admired her for her courage and her unwavering belief in the goodness of people. Despite being a new recruit at the X-Men mansion, she had quickly become a respected member of the team.
Warren and Betsy finished the tour of his apartment, with Warren pointing out the various art pieces and trinkets he had collected from his travels. Warren could feel a connection forming between them, a bond that went beyond the physical.
He had never felt this way about someone before, and he wasn't sure how to express himself. But Betsy seemed to understand. She smiled at him, a genuine and loving smile, and took his hand.
As they walked back to the X-Men mansion, Warren couldn't help but feel grateful for this new relationship. It was like a ray of light in a world that was often dark and oppressive. He knew that being with Betsy would not solve all his problems, but it gave him a sense of belonging and normalcy that he had never experienced before.