Superman Bites

“You are utterly kissable,” Richie said, smiling down at her.

Breathless, Morganna looked up into Richie’s expressive brown eyes. “Is that why you kissed be before going into the tomb?”

Richie shook his head. “No darlin’, that was for just in case. In case something happened, I didn’t want to die without knowing what your lips felt like against mine.” He dipped his head to capture her mouth once again with his. “It gave me something to remember to come back out for. Your Accolon is quite a magnetic character. I almost didn’t want to leave.”

“Ah,” Morganna said, smoothing her hands down Richie’s chest. “That was the safeguard,” she said. “A spell put upon the tomb in the event that one of Lucie’s higher minions was able to weave a spell to trick the tomb into letting him in. In that case, the intruder would become lethargic and unable to leave, and would quickly perish.” She shivered. “Alas, the lethargy spell is indiscriminate – I am very glad you did not dally in that place.”

“Me too, darlin’,” Richie said, fascinated by the swirls of color in her violet eyes, then frowned as her words sunk in. “Why didn’t you tell me why I had to be quick about it?”

Morganna smiled softly. “There is enough to worry about with all the minutiae that comes with it.”

“That was a pretty big piece of little you left out there, darlin’.” Richie thought of something else. “When this is all over, can I go back there? Talk to Accolon again and learn more? Hear more of his stories? Explore the tomb? Once I got over being in a mausoleum, I have to admit, it was pretty cool.”

“No,” Morganna said, slowly slipping one of Richie’s shirt buttons through its hole. “Once the sword was retrieved, Accolon needed not linger in that place. The spell has dissolved and his spirit has moved on.” For a moment, a melancholy shadow passed over her eyes. Just as quickly as it appeared, it was gone. “But if it is stories you want, I can tell you tales.” Another button opened.

Richie couldn’t let it go. “So, like, anyone can wander into the cave now? What about all the treasures and stuff in there? And the cool torch thing? Won’t that be hard to explain?”

“It is not a cave now,” Morganna said, slipping another button open, “but a rock. The elders who cast the spell are not amateurs.” Another button sprang free, and Morganna slid her hands inside Richie’s shirt to tickle his ribs. “And neither am I.”

“Oh really?” Richie said, his attention focused back on the woman who was undressing him.

“Yes, really,” Morganna said, unfastening the last of the buttons and spreading his shirt wide. “Make no mistake, I am no innocent, Richard,” Morganna said. “My celibacy was my decision, stemming from heartache.” She blushed prettily. “My life was at one time quite full.”

“Well I’ll be damned,” Richie said softly.

“No, you won’t,” Morganna answered, “I promise. Please. Touch me.”

It was all the invitation Richie needed. He swooped Morganna into his arms, and made it to the bed in three steps. He leaned over to lay her in the middle of the mattress, and followed her down. He kicked off his shoes and shrugged the shirt off his shoulders. When his hands went to the laces on her vest, Morganna stilled his hands.

“Let me,” she said. With a snap of her fingers, her clothes vanished, leaving her naked before him.

“Holy shit,” Richie said. “Can you make my clothes disappear too?”

She laughed and snapped her fingers again, and Richie’s clothes were suddenly in a heap on the floor. “Oh my,” she said, seeing him in all his glory.

Richie ran a hand reverently over Morganna’s breasts, across her belly, and down between her thighs. “My thoughts exactly.”

He leaned down to kiss her, stroking her thighs gently as his tongue played lazily with hers. As his hand slid upward toward the heat between her legs, Richie shifted away slightly, letting his heavy erection fall from Morganna’s leg to the bed. Morganna let her legs drop open slightly, and Richie slid a finger home.

Morganna gasped at the intrusion. It had been so long. So very long since someone had touched her with love and passion. “Merciful heavens,” she murmured into Richie’s mouth.

Richie murmured his agreement and started to pump his finger in and out of Morganna’s wet heat. He soon added a second finger and smiled at Morganna before trailing kisses down her jaw to her neck and collarbone and lower still, to her breast. He took one small, perfect nipple between his teeth and bit down gently, sending shock waves of pleasure through Morganna’s whole body. She cried out as he suckled her, and he smiled as he felt her walls starting to tighten around his fingers.

With a final kiss, he slid lower down her body, kissing over her ribs and abdomen. When he slid his fingers free of her body and moved to lie between her thighs, Morganna looked up in alarm.

“What do you mean to do?” she gasped, seeing his eyes darken from chocolate to midnight.

“I mean to kiss you,” Richie said innocently, his mischievous grin at odds with his tone. He slowly leaned down closer to Morganna, until her scent invaded his nostrils, and his control nearly snapped. He wanted to give her a chance to tell him to stop if she wanted to.

Morganna watched as Richie’s mouth inched closer to her core, which was throbbing with need. She held her breath as Richie locked eyes with her and never broke eye contact, even as he closed the short distance left between his body and hers. She nearly wept when his tongue swiped her cleft. “Oh!” she cried, before falling back against the pillows. Her back arched when Richie slowly pushed his tongue into her. He settled in, lifting her thighs to rest on his shoulders.

Richie never took his eyes from her, wanting to watch her come apart.

Morganna grabbed fists full of sheets on either side of her hips and tried hard not to squeeze her legs together around Richie’s head as he laved her and loved her with his tongue.

Richie could feel Morganna getting close to orgasm. Her walls pulsed slightly around his tongue, and her leg muscles tightened against his back, effectively holding him in place. He moved slightly to take Morganna’s clit into his mouth, and with the first pull, Morganna’s orgasm slammed into her. He watched as she jackknifed from the bed, crying out, “Richard!” as she came. She moaned and convulsed as Richie took his time, slowly, gently sucking on her clit. When her juices started to flow in earnest, Richie scooped them up with his tongue, but went right back to her clit.

Morganna slumped against the mattress bonelessly, and still Richie kissed and licked her. When she started to squeak and squirm underneath him, he crossed his forearms over her abdomen and held her down. When her stomach muscles started to quiver, Richie pulled his head back and blew cool air over her before sliding his tongue once more inside her. He swirled it around inside her and stretched a thumb to press down against her clit. He started making slow circles with his thumb, massaging her most intimately.

A keening noise started in the back of Morganna’s throat, and she craned her neck to meet Richie’s eyes. She could see they were smiling at her even as she struggled against the second release that was threatening to overtake her. She arched up and reached out, trying to grab onto his head and pull him up to cover her body with his, but he would not budge. She held onto the arms locked around her abdomen and looked into Richie’s eyes. She saw them crinkle with a smile and he pushed his face closer into her, driving his tongue deeper, and she let go.

As she slammed back into the pillows, her heels dug into Richie’s back as the orgasm pummeled her; fogging her brain and setting fire to her body. This time, when she came down from the high, Richie crawled up her body, bracing his weight on his arms as the head of his erection pushed up against her opening.

“Anna, darlin’,” Richie whispered, waiting for Morganna to open her eyes and look at him. “Are you alright?” he smiled at her, loving the way a thin sheen of sweet covered her and a rosy blush danced lovingly across her skin.

“Mmm-hmm,” she answered, bringing her arms up around his neck and pulling. “I want to feel your weight upon me,” she whispered, even as she crossed her legs around Richie’s waist and urged him inside her. “Please, lie atop me; just for a moment.”

Richie gritted his teeth against the tight vice working its way down his cock. Morganna was still slick, but was so tight. It was taking all his concentration not to come right away. Slowly, he lowered himself on top of Morganna, who purred with pleasure. She wrapped her arms around Richie’ s neck and urged him forward for a kiss, pulling his head hard and fast to hers.

Richie’s hips stilled; he was too close. He contented himself with kissing Morganna; letting her taste her flavor on his tongue. Her hips flexed under him, all but begging him to continue the intimate dance he had started, but still he did not move above her.

With a growl of frustration, she flipped Richie off of her as easily as one would brush lint from her shoulder. He was too shocked to do anything more than stare. His surprise quickly turned to lust as Morganna climbed on top of him and took him into her in one stroke.

While Morganna moved above him, Richie gritted his teeth against his impending orgasm. “I’m sorry darlin’,” he panted, “this first round is gonna be over quicker than I’d like.” Richie half sat up to wrap his arms around Morganna, intending to roll her back beneath him to finish it that way. “But I promise I’ll make it up to you.” Morganna smiled, planted a hand in center of his chest, and pushed.

“It’s not quite over yet,” she panted. Leaving her hand on the middle of Richie’s chest, the other reached up to slide along the ring in her ear – the earring that she took from him when they first met. She stroked the earring in time with her hips’ undulations, and Richie’s orgasm backed off. Surprised, He still felt the tightening in his legs and balls, but he felt strangely in control. A few more strokes of the earring, and Richie started to un-tighten. His erection never waned, but the pressing need for release subsided.

And all the while, Morganna rode him. She let the earring go, and dropped her other hand to Richie’s chest, leaning forward and letting her breasts dangle in front of his face.

“My God,” Richie growled. “What did you just do?”

Morganna chuckled. “I just used a little of the magic you gave me. I am not ready for our first joining to be over yet.”

Richie was surprised at Morganna’s willingness to play. He saw her as more of a straight-laced, schoolmarm kind of woman.

“I see I shocked you,” Morganna said, her smile faltering. “Should I not?”

“Oh no, darlin’,” Richie said, dimples flashing with his smile. “You most definitely should.”

Morganna smiled and leaned down to steal a kiss from Richie’s lips. As she bent over, she slid up his length, nearly unseating him. When she rose up from the kiss she slammed down hard on his length, grinding her pelvis against his. She rested her fingertips on Richie’s hips as she slowly lifted and lowered herself on his shaft.

Richie’s legs started to tense again, and Morganna smiled. Richie tried to smile, but the tightness that gripped his balls turned his grin to grimace. “Damn,” he swore. “I’m so close. Anna, darlin’, do something.”

She laughed at his quick willingness to give over control to her, and once again reached for her earring. Once again, the orgasm backed down, and Richie relaxed under her. He slid a finger into her curls and massaged her clit as she rode him, and when he felt her tighten around him, he stopped, and held her tightly to him, not letting her move, and grinning at her expression. He waited until he felt her relax, and then finally let her go.

They dueled several more times until finally Richie couldn’t stand it anymore. His whole body felt as if it was covered with a thousand feathers, the slightest brush against it sent shocks straight through to the tip of his cock.

The next time Morganna reached for the earring, Richie was faster than she, rising up and gently capturing Morganna’s slender wrists in his big hands. “Uh-uh,” he said. “I need this,” he said. “I need this with you.”

He rolled them over, and kissed Morganna before levering up on his knees over her. Richie arranged Morganna’s arms above her head, folding them onto each other, so her forearms rested on the crown of her head, and her palms rested lightly on her forearms.

“Stay,” he whispered. Morganna nodded her assent.

Richie knelt up between her legs and slid into her easily. He lifted her legs so her ankles rested on his shoulders, and scooted in closer, half an inch at a time, until he could feel his balls touching the bottom of Morganna’s ass. Grabbing her ankles, he lifted her slightly and pushed his hips toward her, giving her every centimeter of his length. He watched as Morganna grabbed her own arms hard, but otherwise didn’t move them.

As he pumped in and out of her, Richie saw Morganna squeezing her arms in the same rhythm he had set. He moved faster and faster, feeling her squeezing him harder and harder. They were both racing toward the shared release that he knew – he just KNEW – would be earth-shattering.

Morganna’s grip tightened even more on her arms, and Richie saw her fingertips turn white. He gripped her ankles hard and pushed them forward, forcing Morganna to bend her knees. Richie spread her thighs wide, holding her down at the knee, and pumped her with everything he had. The room started to spin as the orgasm that had been held back for so long finally came closer to the surface.

“Anna, darlin,” he grunted through clenched teeth.

“Richard,” she groaned back.

They were on the very edge of madness, and together were ready to jump.

* * * * * * * *

Leaning against his desk, Jon watched Fiona as she paced the width of the room from the wall of bookshelves back to the fireplace. She was very focused, her thoughts whirling with possibilities for battle strategy. Her left arm was under her breasts and the other elbow propped on her left fist so that the forefinger of her right hand tapped against her lip while she walked.

He had thrown out the occasional question, but she hadn’t even stopped her pacing to answer. She just spoke with precision as her feet moved her steadily toward the other side of the room. Now, he asked with a frown, “Your brother has no familial bond with you or Anna?” She turned her head to frown at him as her feet carried her toward the fireplace. “I mean, I would never even consider putting a knife to one of my brothers' hearts, although there were times when we were kids where I did slap the back of their heads or cause the occasional trip.”

Without stopping her pacing, Fiona chuckled. “And there was the time that you found the strings on your guitar cut, and went to Tony’s room and shoved him in his closet and held the door closed while he cried, yelled and kicked the door wanting out.”

One golden brown eyebrow arched perfectly over a sky blue eye. How could he have forgotten that she knew all of his dirty little secrets? “Hey, he deserved it!”

She laughed softly. “Oh yes, and those scissors he used were so very dull, he had to really work at sawing those stings. My ears suffered mightily from the noise.”

Jon was aghast. “You sat and WATCHED while he mutilated my guitar?” he demanded. Before she could answer, Jon swayed as if he had taken a blow to the head, but he had, in fact, been hit by such a strong wave of desire he was momentarily stunned by the power behind it. There was no slow build up to passion’s peak, just an instantaneous whoosh, flushing his body with heat and making his cock instantly harden against the zipper of his jeans.

Fiona was suddenly by his side. “Jon, are you okay?” When he opened his eyes to look down at her, she noticed they were the same deep sapphire blue they had been when they made love. “Jon?”

Looking down at her, Jon suddenly wanted her more than he could’ve ever thought possible. The desire was so strong, he didn’t even take the time to wonder at its timing or its origin. However, even as his hands landed on Fiona’s upper arms to pull her toward him for a hot kiss, one corner of his mind tried to clutch at the vanishing straws of sanity as they flowed through its grasp like sand through an hourglass, and finally that corner gave up the fight and joined in the quest to get her naked, when his lips met hers and her hands slipped around his waist.

Once Fiona stood between his thighs, as he leaned back against his desk, his hands moved down to caress her breasts through the leather of her blouse, but that was in no way enough contact. Buttons popped and skittered across his desk and rolled on the floor as he ripped open the front of her shirt, but before he could damage any more of her clothing, Fiona removed her clothing with her magic. His soon followed.

Jon turned them so that he could sit her on the front of his desk. His lips coasted across her cheek to finally make contact with the shell of her ear. Hot breath floated over her skin as he growled, “Did you do this, Fiona?”

She wasn’t quite sure what he was talking about, but before she could answer him, he rasped, “Doesn’t matter. Fuck, I gotta get inside you.”

* * * * * * * *

The orgasm slammed through Richie and Morganna at the same time, and the room spun. Richie pulsed endlessly inside Morganna, driving into her hard through every pulse. Morganna milked every last drop from Richie, and her vision grew cloudy as wave after wave of mind-numbing pleasure slammed her. Soon, the sensations started to lessen, and Richie began to slow.

When Richie finally collapsed against her, sweaty and panting, he rolled off her quickly and pulled Morganna to his side. She half-sprawled on top of him as if she had been doing it her whole life.

They lay together in happy silence, their heartbeats in matched racing rhythm. He grazed his fingers lightly up and down Morganna’s arm, smiling contentedly to himself. He sighed slightly and chuckled when Morganna did the same and cuddled in closer to him. He kissed her forehead and pulled her closer to him, never wanting to let her go. Ever. He cursed himself inwardly. He always did this. He felt an instant connection with some people, and once he did, that was it. He knew that he couldn’t have that with this woman. He knew they were too different, and it would never work. Hell, he wasn’t even supposed to know about her. He didn’t even want to think about what would happen when their destinies were fulfilled. She would leave. She would have to. This realization had his heart racing wildly, and he needed to distract himself. He didn’t want to ruin the mood with his melancholy thoughts.

He gently fingered the earring that had greatly enhanced his pleasure. “Darlin’,” he said, “that was something else.”

“Mmmm,” she answered, stretching against him, loving the feel of his warm body under hers. “Yes, one of the benefits to the emotive spell on this earring is that – OH!” She rolled off Richie quickly, and sat up. “Heavens above!” She covered her mouth and looked at Richie like she had just let a secret out she wasn’t supposed to.

“What’s wrong?” Richie asked.

Morganna looked down at her arm. The Superman tattoo stared back at her, pulsing slightly. “Oh no,” she said. “Jon.”

Richie chuckled. “He’s got his own girl, I don’t think he’s gonna mind me having you.” He skipped his fingers lightly down her spine, raising goose flesh in their wake.

Morganna clapped her hands over her rapidly reddening cheeks. “Sweet merciful Heavens, he...” she swallowed hard before trying to continue. “He... I mean we... when we were... I touched the...”

“What are you talking about, Darlin’.” Richie frowned. “What’s the big deal?”

Morganna looked deeply into Richie’s eyes. She slapped lightly at the tattoo on the inside of her forearm, then gently stroked the earring, willing him to understand what she was telling him.

Richie was overcome with a wave of longing and lust that disappeared as soon as she removed her hand. Richie took a moment to connect the dots, and then burst out laughing. “Really? Jon was feeling all the same emotions and, uh, release that you felt?”

Morganna nodded. “It is most probable.”

“Hell,” Richie said, wiping tears of mirth from his eyes. “Then I guess it’s a good thing your sister wasn’t too badly injured.”