Heat

Setting his lighter on the nightstand, St. John shed his own clothes quickly. Amara's eyes widened when his boxers came off. He was a lot bigger than she expected. Not that she ignored the rest of him. He was tan and muscled--great abs--with just a few wisps of chest hair that were oddly sexy. She'd never seen any guy with chest hair except for the rare occasions that Wolverine went shirtless for one reason or another.

He climbed onto the bed to join her, reaching out to ease her panties over her hips. She let him remove them and toss them aside, part of her mind dimly registering how wet she was down there. He gently cupped her breasts, rubbing her sensitive nipples. Amara gasped, her back arching in response.

St. John grinned and leaned over to take one pink bud into his mouth. He was rewarded with her low moan. Still fondling the other breast, he suckled at her nipple until she was writhing under him, moaning constantly. He stopped only to give the other the same attention, one hand moving down to her center. Amara gasped when his fingers brushed the curls of hair and gently parted her labia.

She gripped his shoulders when she felt his finger lightly brush her clit. He smirked and rubbed it more firmly. "Ya like that, don't ya, lil sheila?" She made some unintelligible noises, then settled on nodding. His finger moved lower to find her entrance, and he chuckled. "You're soakin' wet, you naughty girl." He probed the entrance gently. "I know just what ya want." His finger slipped inside, and Amara bucked instinctively, moaning at the pleasure it gave her.

"Oh God... St. John... I..." She found herself unable to form sentences. His finger thrust into her, moving, searching. The pleasure suddenly intensified, and she cried out. It was an amazing feeling, heat and pressure building up, and then exploding out of her... as if she herself was a volcano.

When her bucking slowed and stopped, St. John slid his finger out and climbed atop her, positioning his dick at her entrance. Amara looked up at him, anxiety and desire warring in her eyes. The fear faded slightly as he rubbed the tip of his cock against her, her juices lubricating it. "Relax, luv," he told her. "I don't wanna hurt you."

She managed to relax a bit more. He began easing himself inside. She winced as she felt her entrance stretch, felt the delicate flap of skin tear. But a few moments later the pain was over. There was only the warmth and pressure, building as he entered her fully. "Oh wow..." she managed.

He kissed her passionately as he began to thrust, slowly so as to let her get used to it. She tangled her fingers in his hair and he kneaded her breasts. She felt her orgasm building quickly and moaned against his mouth as it washed over her.

St. John smiled down at her. "Cummin' again already, are ya? God, you're tight. 'Bout ta send me over the edge, too. Would you like that? Ya wanna make me cum?"

Amara licked her lips, nodding. "I.. I'd like that."

His thrusts sped up. This time her orgasm started almost immediately. He toyed with her nipples, keeping her going longer this time. A few minutes later he let out a grunt as he came, his dick pumping away inside her.

St. John pulled out and climbed off, snuggling Amara against him in a spooning position as he pulled the covers over them. She was nearly asleep already, thoroughly worn out. He kissed her gently. "G'night."