What's Your Fantasy

Rating: STRONG R to NC-17 for explicit sexual situations
Pairing: Kitty (Shadowcat)/Piotr (Colossus)

Notes: This story is inspired by Laureate’s teacher/schoolgirl rp/fantasy suggestion and The Police’s song "Don’t Stand So Close To Me." It is a slow, erotic and romantic segment as I picture Kitty liking that kinda thing even if she goes for bad boys. Plus, for all his brawn, Piotr has the soul of a poet. *sighs wistfully*

Also, all Russian words and phrases were translated from English to Russian by Systran translation software. I only speak English so I have to hope that the translations are accurate and if not, please do notify me of the proper words. :-)

This note was added AFTER finally completing the chapter: Readers I must tell you now I REALLY got carried away with this one. In a very very good way.

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Young Teacher

//Young teacher the subject//
//Of schoolgirl fantasy//
//She wants him so badly//
//Knows what she wants to be//
//Inside her there’s longing//
//This girl’s an open page//

Stifling a yawn while twirling the end of her ponytail around her index finger, Kitty Pryde watched the other students file out of the room.

Mr. Piotr Rasputin, the all too sexy teacher of the class, closed the door behind the departing students and moved to sit at his desk in the front of the classroom.

"Mizz Pryde," his cute Russian accent caused her to wiggle a big in her chair, "why is it that you have such difficulty paying attention in my classes?"

"Dunno," she said with a casual shrug of her shoulder while blowing a nice big pink bubble with the bubblegum she was chomping on.

"According to all the other teachers you are a model student. You arrive on time, take part in class discussions and promptly turn in your assignments," he folded his very muscular arms on top of his desk and looked at her sternly, "I have seen none of that from you in my class."

Sighing at the lecture she like totally didn’t want to have, she uncrossed her legs and slid from her chair. The short pleated plaid skirt she wore was a little bunched up in the back so she ran a hand over it to straighten the material.

While turning away from him to study some of the educational posters on the walls around the room, her dainty little fingers rose to unbutton the top three buttons of her chaste white cotton blouse.

"Mizz Pryde, I would like to have your attention for just a few moments, please, if that is not too much to ask."

Her black patent leather Mary Jane shoes tapped lightly over the hard floor of the room as she crossed it to move toward his desk.

Standing directly in front of him, she placed her hands on the edge of the desk in a way that squeezed her only average sized breasts together then leaned down low to give him a clear view of the cleavage revealed by her unfastened buttons.

"You’ve, like, totally got my attention," she said with slight smile before standing upright again to blow another bubble.

As the bubble burst it took all her control not to burst out laughing at the slight blush that colored his cheeks as he seemed unable to take his soft blue eyes from her chest.

The noise she made chewing on the wad of gum earned her a frown and got his mind back to business.

"Dispose of that mess, please," he indicated the gum then the trashcan beside his desk.

Rolling her own blue eyes at the order she blew one last bubble and moved to spit the now flavorless gum into the wastebasket.

"Happy now?" she asked as she sat herself down on the edge of the next just inches from where his arms rested.

He instantly jumped to his feet as if stung when her skirt brushed over his hand then stood staring at her as he tried to figure out how to proceed in such a situation.

Biting back a smile Kitty looked around the surface she sat on, absently fiddling with his pens and pencils while peeking at the little notes he’d jotted to himself.

She made sure to keep her chest thrust out toward him and as much of her bare thighs showing as could while curiously explored his supplies.

Piotr was finding it very difficult to remember the lecture he had prepared for this student whom he’d detained after class today.

His mind was buzzing from the quick peeks he’d gotten of her pale, soft young skin. At this moment her thighs seemed to be begging for his big hands to caress and part them. To roll down the prim thigh high white stockings she wore and push up the pleated skirt that prevented his eyes from seeing more of her petite little body.

"So is this about that term paper assignment? I’ve like totally got it done, I just forgot to print it out and bring it in today," the girl perched on his desk explained.

Happy that her words brought his mind back to safer ground, his teacher persona returned and gave him the confidence to once again sit down while ignoring the delightful temptation innocently swinging her legs beside him.

"That is part of it, Mizz Pryde, but far from the only thing we need to discuss. The paper was due today and turning it in tomorrow will have quite an effect on your grade, as I am sure you know," she shrugged under the stare he gave her. "My real reason for requesting this time is concern. As I said earlier, I know that you are much more diligent in your other classes and I am forced to acknowledge that there is something about my class and mine alone that brings out this side of you. Is it my teaching style? I realize history is not the most interesting of subjects. Is there anything I can do to make the subject matter more interesting?"

Strip while teaching it, was the answer on the tip of her tongue, but she sooo couldn’t say that.

So instead she thoughtfully circled her strawberry glossed lips with that tongue and tried to think of a more acceptable answer.

"I guess I’m just distracted," was all she could come up with.

"These distractions … are they anything I can help you avoid so that you get the most out of my teachings?"

Naughty little replies and images flooded her mind at the way he said that and she was so distracted by those thoughts she wasn’t even aware of how her body turned toward his and her right foot began absently rubbing along the top of his thigh.

Suddenly his hand wrapped around her ankle, jerking her from the mental image she had of him bending her over this desk and thrusting his cock - which she was sure was huge – into her innocent little pussy from behind to give her ‘the most out of his teachings.’

Her gaze flew to his face as his hand remained around her ankle but made no move to remove her foot from his leg.

Looking up into the girl’s eyes, Piotr knew that whatever thoughts she’d drifted into they had been sexual and about him. The knowledge was intoxicating and he felt himself hardening quickly beneath the khakis and boxer shorts he wore.

So many rules would be broken if he did what he sensed she wanted him to and what his body was rearing to do.

He could lose his job. Be branded some kind of pervert for seducing his innocent teenaged students.

But this was the only student he intended to seduce and the flush on her cheeks and telltale little bumps of hardened nipples under her cotton blouse told him it would be worth it.

The quick little mental battle between his lust and logic was decided and with his blue eyes looking into hers, he slid the hand he had around her ankle slowly up her stocking covered leg.

When his blunt fingertips tickled over the sensitive skin under her kneecap, Kitty was unable to stop the surprised gasp that escaped her lips or keep her hand from dropping down to still his.

"Mi-mi-Mister Rasputin," she stammered wide eyed.

"This is what distracts you in my classes isn’t it, Mizz Pryde?"

Right before her disbelieving eyes, he removed his hand from her leg rose to his feet, unbuttoned the two buttons on his blazer then slid the navy jacket off and draped it over the back of his chair.

Next he went to the door and locked it while pulling the blind closed to cover the single window looking into the classroom.

"Is this what distracts you from your studies?" he asked again while walking slowly back toward her as his hands flicked open the buttons on his light blue shirt.

His chest was a dream.

Kitty was an X-Girl and had had the privilege of seeing many a tempting, sculpted torso but this one … it should be illegal for him to cover it with clothing.

As he came to a stop in front of her he unfastened the last button of his shirt and left the garment to hang parted over his torso.

Almost seeming possessed her hands rose to touch first his hard flat stomach then run all the way up the skin revealed by the parted fabric until they were nestled under the garment and curled over his strong shoulders.

She tried to pull him to her for a kiss, she even had her lips moist and parted for his, but he refused to move so much as an inch.

"Mizz Pryde," he said in a tone that demanded attention, "Is this why you do not pay attention in my class?"

"Yessss!" she nearly shouted in hopes that saying the word would bring his body against hers.

With a satisfied smile at her answer the sexy young teacher caught her around the waist, raised her from the desk, swept the wooden surface clean of his books and pens and papers then placed her on the right side edge so she could lay back without hanging off the other side.

Having finally felt the warm strength of his yummy body against hers Kitty wanted very much to remain glued to him, he hhe had other ideas.

He easily unwrapped her clinging arms from around his neck and bent forward to bend her back over the desk. His mouth was so close to hers she felt that she was breathing in the breaths he exhaled. She’d never have thought this kind of closeness could be more erotic than the chaste kisses she’d exchanged with Lance.

"Prop yourself up on your elbows," he ordered huskily against her parted lips.

Immersed in the beauty of his baby blue eyes darkening to a deep navy as his pupils dilated - with what she prayed was desire - she automatically obeyed and leaned back on the desk with her torso held up by her elbows.

The position thrust her chest forward causing her hard nipples to poke even harder against the clinging fabric of her blouse.

“Красивейше,” he whispered in his native tongue as he ran his eyes over her small little body. “Beautiful,” he translated while his hands parted her soft thighs so he could step between them.

Her breath shuddered to a stop as those big strong hands stroked up her stocking clad legs, over the bare skin of her thighs just beneath the hem of her skirt before moving further up her body to brush over the mounds of her breasts.

“настолько мягко,” he said as his hands cupped her through her blouse and useless bra. "So soft."

Gasping in enough air to moan for more, Kitty shook in response to the feel of his hands cradling the underside of her breasts like some treasured thing as his broad fingers explored her nipples.

Just as her pink tongue darted out to moisten her dry lips he bent his head to press his own against them. The unexpected move on his part had her tongue brushing over his lips as well as her own.

They both shuddered at the feel of that contact before his hands moved up from her breasts to slide into her hair and hold her head steady as he retaliated by running his tongue over her lips then slipping into the heat of her mouth.

She wanted to raise her own hands to wrap around his strong neck and allow the pads of her fingertips to be tickled by his crew cut hair, but to do that she’d have to move her elbows and that would leave her falling backward on the desk. So she closed her wonder filled eyes and satisfied herself with copying every movement of his tongue with a movement of her own and allowing the kiss to continue and deepen until they had to break apart to breathe.

"Like, wow," she sighed after regaining her breath and opening her eyes.

“настолько сл&2;достно,” he said at the same time while tracing her lips with a single finger. “So sweet.”

Russian was a language she only knew one thing about – it sounded sexy as hell and turned her on big time coming from his lips.

Oh so kissable lips that were still moist from their kiss, she thought as her gaze locked on his mouth. Her tongue again slipped out to run around her parted lips, but this time it was with the need to collect and savor every trace of him left on them.

"Take your hair down," he murmured while supporting her back with a single hand so she wouldn’t lose her balance as she did what he requested.

In a heartbeat her right hand had the scrunchie yanked from her ponytail and tossed aside once her long brown hair was freed.

“как шелк. Like silk,” he told her huskily as he tangled his fingers in the loose strands then pulled his hand free so that the hairs glided softly over the pads of each digit that had held them.

Once again breathless, her wide eyes watched in anticipation as he moved his hand to stroke the fragile length of her neck before coming to a hesitant stop just inside the opening of her slightly parted blouse.

"Do you really want this?" their eyes met – his serious, hers clouded with the desire she’d always felt for this man. "I’m going to unbutton your blouse and once I do that it will be increasingly difficult for me to stop if you change your mind."

With a burs sen sensual confidence, she shifted the weight of her body on to one arm then raised her now freed hand to unbutton another button on her shirt then wrapped her fingers around his wrist and pushed his hand into the opening to lay against the soft pale slope of her breast.
ot;Iot;I want this. I want you, Mr. Rasputin," she moaned as he obeyed her silent command and began caressing her aroused flesh.

"Piotr, Kathryn," his hand stilled and he looked into her half closed eyes. "You will call me Piotr now."

"Kitty," she responded with a small smile. "Kathryn is so stuffy, I prefer Kitty."

They exchanged a smile then his hand resumed its movements and her head fell backward.

“Mой kitty кот,” he whispered as his other hand rose to begin deftly opening the remaining buttons on her blouse. “My Kitty cat.”

Oh, she liked the sound of that she thought and mentally recorded the Russian phrase to remember the moment forever. “Mой kitty кот.”

Wanting to show him what a good Kitty cat she was, she arched her back to thrust the nipple his fingers had been tracing right into the palm of his hand.

A purrlike sound made its way from her throat as he didn’t hesitate to lift the whole breast free of her bra cup and begin massaging the flesh firmly.

His other hand had finally unbuttoned her blouse and he was now pushing it off her shoulders with her bra quickly following and both garments being completely removed with his support while she freed her arms from the fabric.

As she settled back on both her elbows again he devoured her nude torso with his eyes. Not just zoning in on her breasts and leering at the firm flesh waiting for his hands to return to it, but gliding over her shoulder blades, each line of her ribs and every inch of her creamy skin.

Tension and hunger and want and need were building inside her under his virtually caressing stare and her nipples grew impossibly harder as hody ody silently begged for more than glances.

Sensing her need he bent forward to brace his hands on the desk next to her hips while his lips moved toward her chest.

Even as her back was arching to offer her breasts up to his firm hot lips, part of her was pouting and whimpered as her hazy eyes focused on the blue material that stopped her from admiring the flexing muscles of his broad shoulders and strong back as they were bent over her.

His mouth hovered over her skin, raising goosebumps everywhere his breath touched, before he raised his head slightly to look questioningly into her eyes.

Not feeling likch och of a speaker, she stared pointedly at the shirt he still wore and gasped out, "Off." App Apparently relieved that’s all she was protesting, Piotr smiled and shrugged off the offending garment so her eyes could memorize every sexy flex and bulge of his muscles as he moved his head and mouth over her chest.

Unable to resist she sat up so her hands and fingers could explore him.

He didn’t seem to mind. In fact he groaned and wrapped his arms around her tiny little waist to pull her tightly against him as her lips started covering his shoulders with eager kisses.

Sweat was already beginning to moisten the skin her hands and lips explored and she allowed her tongue to slip out to taste the salty moisture. She quickly found it addictive and her fingers were digging into his upper back to pull him as close as possible as she ran her tongue over every inch of his left shoulder and neck that she could reach before switching to the other side to repeat the process.

Immersed as she was in savoring the taste, she wasn’t even paying attention to whether he liked her actions or not. The scattered Russian words and phrases he uttered between hard kisses to her breasts then shoulders then neck and finally the mouth he pulled from his body to claim hinted that he had been enjoying it too.

Her lips were reddened and slightly swollen when he ended that kiss and her eyes seemed glued shut. Had she had the braincells left working to speak she would have said another girlish "Like, wow." As it was, her brain was fried by all her body was feeling and she was like putty in his capablnds.nds.

Those hands urged her to lean back on her elbows once more as his tongue licked down her neck over her upper chest around each of her breasts then down the center of her ribs and stomach until it found her bellybutton to slip in to.

She whimpered like a lost puppy when she felt his lips leave her body, but she stopped when her trembling thighs felt his hands sliding up over them to push her skirt up around her waist to uncover the chaste white cotton bikini briefs she wore beneath her uniform.

Her eyes squeezed shut a little tighter and she moaned as he raised her butt up off the desk to pull the underwear from her hips.

His removal of the garment was painfully slow. He’d inch the fabric down about an inch then place a series of slow moist kisses against the skin uncovered.

The dark curls he uncovered were nuzzled with his nose in a way that had her entire body shaking so much she thought for sure her arms would give out and she’d fall hard to the desk.

Her body tensed in anticipation, the muscles of her lower abdomen quivering uncontrollably, as he finally uncovered her core. A startled gasp escaped her lips as a draft of cool air hit her exposed moistness, but that was all the attention it appeared her most private parts would be getting just then as Piotr simply kissed her inner thighs lightly then continued lowering her panties.

Part of her wanted to cry out for him to go back and … do something to relieve the tight aching emptiness between her legs, but another part had her head falling limply back on its neck as he licked at her inner thighs as the panties made thway way down her legs.

When he came to the upper edge of her thigh high stockings he carefully worked the underwear over the white stockings so they would stay in place. His tongue slid under the top of each stocking just to tease her skin there before he placed open mouthed kisses over her silk covered legs all the way down until the panties were finally maneuvered oher her Mary Jane’s and tossed aside.

She sensed his eyes burning over her exposed flesh and shook with reaction to the heat she felt from him.

“совершенно. Perfect,” he said as he looked upon her.

Breathlessly waiting for him to touch her again she wondered what was taking him so long.

Then she heard two soft thuds and realized he had removed his shoes. The slight clink of metal on metal indicated that he was unbuckling his belt and then came the rasp of his zipper being lowered.

Having imagined seeing his … erection … ugh, too clinical, she thought … his cock ever since he started teaching this class, Kitty forced her head up and her eyes open to focus on his body as he removed his pants and boxer shorts.

He straightened without really sensing her stare yet and she locked in on the good stuff.

And blinked.

And gaped.

And blinked.

And learned how that whole ‘swallowing your own tongue’ cliché came to be.

English was one of her best subjects, but no words she’d ever learned seemed suitable to describe … that.

As if hypnotized by the broad purplish mushroom shaped tip of his - she blinked again and thought how her imagined estimate of ‘huge’ was a total rstarstatement – cock as it bobbed around pointed straight out from the nest of dark curls around the base, Kitty reached out with both hands to touch it.

And without the support of her elbows, immediately slammed down on the desk with the back of her head bumping into the computer on the left corner of the surface.

"Like, OW," she groaned in embarrassment at her rookie mistake.

“I’m going to take that to mean you like what you see, mой kitty кот,” Piotr said with a smile in his voice as he moved to help her sit up then gently checked the back of her head for a lump.

"Like is an understatement," she sighed as she pressed her face into the sweaty crook of his neck and shoulder while relishing the tender way he was touching her head then stroking her hair.

"And what statement would be more fitting, Mizz Pryde," he teased with his accent thickening.

"Wow," she raised her head to smile at him a little goofily. "Just … like, wow."

Red tinted his cheeks and the tips of his ears as her blatant admiration caused the rather shy man to blush, but then he felt such pride at how she was reacting to him that he tangled his fingers in her hair and took her smiling lips in a deep kiss.

With a moan she wrapped her arms tightly arouis nis neck and returned the kiss with great enthusiasm.

Between her thighs she could feel his naked body pressing against her center and moaning even louder she began wiggling her hips against him so that his cock would rub against her more firmly.

Slowly, probably because her arms refused to loosen their hold and her lips kept locking on his again, Piotr pulled away to rearrange her on the desk in preparation for more.

Pouting at the end of those kisses, she gave him her pleading puppy dog stare with her big blue eyes to try and get his mouth back as he scooted her back from the edge of the desk so that her legs were parted, knees bent and her feet braced on the desk. Then her had her recline on her elbows again.

“совершенно. Perfect,” he whispered again as he ignored her look and admired the way he had her positioned.

Had she been paying more attention, Kitty would have been left with a permanent blush at how she was lying on his desk like this. Her hair all mussed from his hands, her eyes glazed with passion, her lips moist, parted and well kissed, her chest bared for all to see with her nipples hard and begging for attention. Even worse was the way her plaid skirt was bunched up around her waist to leave her wet pussy exposed to the room chilled by air conditioning while her legs remained partially covered by her stockings and her sensible shoes stayed on her feet.

Part of her felt slutty for enjoying this so much, but that part was overwhelmed by every other bit of her that was eagerly awaiting more of whatever he wanted to do to her.

Suddenly he frowned and bent to retrieve his pants to withdraw a condom from his wallet and she instantly glared at the prophylactic and shook her head a firm "No" when he went to open and put it on.

"I’m on the pill," she told him with a fiery blush when he looked at her questioningly. "Parents didn’t wanna, like, take any risks with my future or some junk," she felt compelled to explain as she closed her eyes with embarrassment.

With a tender smile she didn’t see, Piotr cupped her precious face in his hands and bent to softly kiss her closed eyelids then her lips.

"I’m glad," he whispered against her mouth causing her eyes to flutter open to look at him uncertainly.

"You are?"

"Yes, Kitty, very glad," he kissed her again, so tenderly she thought she might cry, then he lightly rocked his hips against hers and she became distracted by … other things.

"Piotr," she looked into his eyes nervnervously licked her lips. "I … I want … I’m ready to …," with a blush she lowered her gaze to where their bodies pressed together.

“Ready for more, mой kitty кот?”

Having passed ‘ready’ just about the second her foot absently touched his thigh way back at the beginning, she found herself nodding rapidly to give her consent for more.

"Watch me," he told her as he straightened to stand upright next to the desk against her widespread legs.

For a moment her expression was puzzled by trying to determine what he meant, then his own eyes lowered to his cock and hers followed as she realized he’d mean that.

Her breathing grew unsteady and shallow as she focused on his hand wrappinoundound the throbbing shaft of his arousal to guide the head into the small opening of her pussy.

She bit her lower lip on a cry of pleasure/pain and fought to keep her eyes open as the broad tip stretched her virginal walls almost unbearably.

“Настолько туго. Сделано для мен
,” h,” he said in his gruff native tongue as he slowly pushed deeper, being careful not too move to fast and cause her genuine pain. "So tight," he translated the first part of his statement as her muscles unconsciously clenched and shuddered around his invading length. "Made for me," he grunted when he was finally imbedded in her to the hilt.

Panting as she was, it was hard for her to hear what he’d said as her wide eyes stayed locked on the unbelievably erotic sight of her pussy lips spread open by his cock with just a fraction of its thick base showing between their now joined bodies.

Finally though, the English translation of what he’d said sank in and she dazedly realized he seemed made for her too.

"Feel ok?" he asked after giving her time to adjust to him inside.
.

"Oh yeah," she sighed shakily and raised her eyes to lock with his. "Incredible."

A rather wicked gleam lit his darkened gaze and as his hands moved to stroke her thighs her slowly withdrew his cock from her until she was whimpering at the lessening of his presence inside her and silently begging to have it back. At which point he’d grip her thighs to hold her bent legs against his sides as he pushed his way back inside much to her moaning delight.

He continued like that for a few moments before beginning to move a little faster.

Inside her body she felt this growing spreading heat and tickling seion ion that had her head falling back and her mouth opening ever wider to try and get more oxygen into her seemingly empty lungs.

Then he started moving faster and breathing was something she had to force herself to remember to do as her eyes squeezed shut and her hands curled and uncurled into fists next to her hips.

"Piotr," she choked out somehow when he suddenly hooked his arms under her knees to draw her legs and hips up off the desk and more tightly against him as he started going even faster.

And then he straightened her legs out and placed her feet up around his head and started just slamming into her then withdrawing almost completely to slam back into her very womb as he gripped her thighs so tightly she knew they’d bruise in the shape of his fingerprints and the d wad was exploding behind her eyelids before they burst open so she could look into his eyes and see the same loss of control in his gaze.

With her legs still propped on his shoulders he bent over to pull her panting lips to his just as he slammed into her with a twist of his hips that made her scream into his mouth as an orgasm raced madly through her system.

He threw back his head and shouted, "Шахта” to the world as he thrust as deeply as he could into her spasming pussy and began unleashing his hot come into her welcoming body with a series of uncontrollable jerks of his hips.

The feel of him spilling into her registered in some part of Kitty’s chaotic mind and kept her orgasm going and going until she collapsed flat on her back on the desk, sweating and gasping for breath and brokenly whispering his name when she could and occasionally shuddering and crying out as an aftershock of pleasure wracked her frame.

"Шахта,” she sighed breathlessly when he gently lowered her legs then – still joined with her – bent to rest his upper body against hers.

"You remember what that means?" he grunted against her neck as her licked up a trickle of sweat there.

"Mine," she said with a nod while turning her satiated eyes to meet his.

"What other words have you memorized?"

“All my favorites. Mой kitty кот, плохая маленькая девушка,” she giggled at the way he looked at her for having memorized the Russian equivalent of ‘bad little girl’, “and of course, my all time favorite - Я люблю вас.”

Inside her she could feel him hardening at that last phrase and the serious way she had said it.

"I love you, too," he stated again her mouth before kissing it hungrily and beginning to move his returning erection in her gripping core.

"So glad you’re an X-Man now," she sighed happily while wrapping him tightly in her arms and moving her hips eagerly against him.

"Would have been all along if not for Magneto," he stilled his movements at that darker thought.

Cursing herself for inadvertently reminding him of what the Acolyte leader had done, Kitty cupped his face in her little hands and placed loving kisses all over it.

"It’s ok now," she assured him. "Your family is safe and you’re among friends now." She looked deep into his eyes, "And with people who love you very much."

All but desire forgotten once more he wrapped his big strong arms around her and straightened away from the desk, lifting her with him in the process.

Her legs automatically moved around his waist to keep their bodies joined as he took a few steps then lowered himself into the chair behind the desk.

"Mmmm," she moaned as he arranged her so she straddled his lap as they sat there, "I’ll never *he thrust his fully aroused length inside her and made her gasp* Mmm … I’ll never be able to *he arched her back over his arms as they still held her so his mouth could latch on to her breast* Oh, Piotr! *her body quivered in response then raised and lowered itself on his cock a few times* I’ll never be able to sit through anr onr on of Jean and Scott’s classes in here again without remembering this," she finished all in a rush before the thought was sent completely out of her mind forever.

"Isn’t that what you wanted from this little game, you плохая маленькая девушка,” he asked with a half smile while moving his hands to guide the motions of her hips.

"Yessssssss," she almost hissed in response to his question and the fact that his hands were guiding her in such a way that her clit was grinding against his groin in a most distracting fashion.

"My Kitty cat," he whispered as he leaned back in the chair to watch her ride him to another orgasm.

"Make me purr, Piotr," she ordered breathlessly as she thrust her breasts toward him for attention.

Without hesitation he pulled her even closer and covered one mound with his kissing, licking and sucking mouth and enveloped the other in one big massaging, nipple tweaking hand.

In virtually no time at all they were wrapped tightly together, kissing deeply and pounding together until their mouths parted to call out their love for each other as they reached their second big climax.

They remained locked together like that and slumped back tiredly in the chair for a long time as they recovered.

"You pick next," Kitty said with the little energy she’d recovered while his hands stroked up and down her back.

"I know exactly what I want," he gave her a shy yet wicked smile, the kind only he could pull off with actual sincerity. "I want you to be Dorothy for me."

"Dorothy?" she frowned. "That better not be one of your exes’ names."

"No no," he assured her with a kiss. "Dorothy from the Wizard of Oz."

"Oh," she blinked, thought about it for a minute then cooed with excitement. "And you, like, be the Tin Man?!"

"Let us just say, I have the perfect outfit to play that role," he joked shyly in reference to his mutation that allowed him to cover his entire body in metal.