Tempting V

“I’m dreaming.” He thought dazedly.

"Yes.” He mused. ”That would certainly explain it. I’m dreaming or…dead.”

He went cold at that thought…then hot all over.

That would appear to be a more rational explanation to the events unfolding here in the shadow gallery kitchen.

"Yes, that explains it; it’s the Fifth and I have died and gone to heaven.”

He stiltedly made a move towards her. She offered him what appeared to be a nervous smile.

Something told him he wasn’t dreaming. This was really happening.
Evey was stood in front of him, asking him to fuck her.

"Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God!" He thought repeatedly.

As far as he was aware, he had never fucked anyone for real. He was in essence a virgin. His only experience was from either movie scenes from his extensive film collection and from own recent vivid imagination.
Sure, he was familiar with ins and outs of female anatomy, of what went where and what areas brought pleasure to a woman, having studied it from a purely clinical point of view over the years. But he had no actual experience of touching another human being, let alone being intimate with a member of the opposite sex.

This gift he’d been given was far from all roses; there were a lot of thorns throw into the bargain.

What would she say about his scars, what if they frightened her? A voice inside his head told him he should refuse this gift she was offering him and let her down gently. She really was a nice girl and she certainly didn’t deserve him as a lover.

He would only cheat her.

That thought saddened him more than he expected it to.

He couldn’t cheat her; in fact he’d rather rip his own heart out than do that.

He liked her, he admired her, he lov…

He WHAT?! Where the fuck had that come from?

Love! Would he go as far as to say that?

Did he love her?

He tried saying it again in his head, testing how it sounded.

He loved her.

His breath caught in his throat, he did.

Now he knew how Adam must have felt. He had been given a glimpse of paradise, only to have it cruelly ripped away from him.

He approached her slowly.

“Evey!” He uttered her name with reverence.

She stepped forward to meet him, knowing, expecting what was to come.

Rejection.

However, little did he know, she had expected this and she had a plan.

“Evey!” She loved the way he said her name. “You don’t know what you are asking me.”

“Er…yes I do.” She answered with conviction.

“I’m afraid I can’t give you what you want.

“What’s the matter V, doesn’t it work?” She goaded, her eyes dropping to the direction of his groin.

He blushed profusely under his mask.

“Because I happen to know that your equipment works just fine!”

V almost had an apoplexy at that statement. He inched closer to her.

“Oh you do, do you, and would you mind telling me precisely just how you happen to know that?” He asked her menacingly, leaning over her.

“Well, you’re not exactly quiet in the shower after your ‘training sessions’ and the same can be said of you in bed during the wee hours.”

“Is that so? And just what are you doing listening at keyholes all hours of the day?”

“Because I too have been suffering from the same affliction for weeks now.” She said, lifting a hand up to his mask, cupping the cold metal cheek in an understanding manner.

He flinched away, as if her touch had burnt straight through the mask onto his actual skin.

She understood that he had baggage.

Evey reluctantly pulled her hand away, looking sadly at him. He couldn’t even accept a genuine gesture of affection. She reminded herself that she needed to stand her ground with this man if he was to allow her into his bed.

“I know that you want me. I’ve heard you. How you say my name when you come.” She pulled no punches. “Are you going to continue to deny it V?

Deny what we could share together here?”

No response from him.

She reached upon her tiptoes and caressed his neck under the wig. She leaned closer, to whisper in his ear.

“The Fifth is a very long time away V, I just think that maybe together,
we can make the time pass a little more pleasurably.” He shuddered at this.

Her other hand reached lower and she cupped him. He was big and rock hard.

Evey Gulped

Seeing her response at touching his cock made him want to weep. It made him want to shout at the Gods.

This is my woman. See how she wants me!

It was his undoing. V grabbed both of her arms. He backed her up to the kitchen counter and flipped around with very little effort. He splayed her hands in front of her, so that they rested on the countertop. Her pert bottom rested perfectly in the curve of his body.

Two halves of one perfect whole.

“You want me to fuck you do you?” V asked quietly, over her shoulder into
her left ear.

“God, yes V. More than you’ll ever know or understand.”

“I doubt that there is anyone on this sick and twisted planet who’ll understand more.”

He cupped her breasts through the apron fabric, rolling the nipples between his thumb and forefinger. After a while his right hand abandoned the pink crest for more southerly shores. His hand trailed down her body, seeking the very core of her. Leather clad fingers slid smoothly between the dampened folds. Evie moaned from sheer pleasure but this soon turned to disappointment as he brought them back up to investigate.

“My, my you have got it bad, haven’t you?” He whispered smoothly.

She responded by grinding her bare arse back into him, against his swollen length and moaned again.

V pushed one of his booted feet between her legs, gently edging her bare feet further apart for better access. With his right hand, he fumbled with the fastening of his trousers, his left hand never leaving her breast, as he continued to torment the erect peak. At last he was free but he needed her in just the right position.

His left hand move to her waist and tipped her slightly forwards. Her hands remained in front of her, braced on the countertop.

“If you want this, you’re going to have do exactly as I tell you. Is that clear my sweet?”

“But…”

“If you are going to argue, we can just forget all abou…”

“Yes, I agree.” Evey said without hesitation this time.

“Keep you hands on that top at all time, I will control the rhythm, is that clear?”

“Ooohh. Yes, crystal clear.”

Her position gave him access to her naked back. His gloved hand roamed across her flawless silken skin. So beautiful. He groped her buttock, it was perfect.

He gripped the base of his cock and prepared to enter her.
Evey could feel his arousal probing her entrance.

“Put it in for God sake and put us both out of our misery.” It was all she could do, as he teased her.

“Patience is a virtue my dear.” He quoted.

“…Possess it if you can, seldom found in woman, never found in man.” She finished for him.

“Very good.” He said both impressed and surprised that she had managed to retain the power of speech. And with, that he sank deep into her welcoming heat in one smooth thrust of his hips.

Their breath expelled itself from their bodies, collectively.

He was unable to move for a while. If he did, he was sure it would be over before it had even begun.

V was realistic and under no illusions that the first time had always been destined to be explosively short. He just wanted to it to last long enough for Evey experience the same joy as he expected to. His hand drifted back to where it had been earlier and massaged that elusive hidden pearl.

Her breathing became erratic. He could feel her innermost muscles begin to grip his shaft.

Oh God, when she began to move on him. He couldn't hold it off any longer. He moved with her, pumping into her, stimulating her with his gloved fingers.

Someone screamed. It was Evey, screaming his name as she came, pulsating around him as she did.

Then he screamed her name. Slamming into her as he hard as he could, spilling himself deep within her.

Their breathing became synchronised in the afterglow, as they drifted back down from heaven. He felt her slump forward in exhaustion, resting her forehead on the countertop. He tipped his head to one side and rested it upon her bare back, being very careful not to allow the cold metal of the mask to inadvertently startle her as she recovered.

He was still inside her and his excitement showing no signs of abating. He made a decision. He carefully withdrew from her.

“Right, come on.” He said, grabbing hold of her arm and making no effort to redress himself.

He pulled her out of the kitchen, halting only briefly to turn off the gas burners on the cooker of as he passed.

“Where are we going?” Evey asked bewilderedly.

“To my room, you saucy little madam. I’m going to fuck you six ways from Sunday!”