Tempting V

It was a sweet thing what Evey had said, but V was now beginning to understand exactly how she had felt moments earlier.

Vulnerable.

His face was exposed for her to see. She was the first person, other than himself to gaze upon his scarred features.

It seems that today was a day for firsts. As well as his first time being unmasked in front of another human being, he had experienced his first i real /i sexual experience at the hands of willing partner but most importantly, his first real kiss.

It had been wonderful.

Her soft full lips upon his rough leathery ones had felt unreal; a taste of heaven. She had nibbled them tiredly during the euphoric aftermath.

Teasing and nipping them; running her tongue experimentally and mapping the contours.

If he was honest, the lack of sex over the last twenty years had been a damn sight more bearable than the depravation of skin to skin contact. He had craved the tactile touch of another person with significant desperation over the years.

It had been that bad during the particular rough spells that he’d purposefully allowed his enemies, Fingermen more often than not, to land
the odd hit upon his person.

Any contact was better than none.

And who would have thought it was possible, him lying here on his bed with a beautiful young woman, whom he adored, touching and caressing him.

“You’re wearing far too many clothes for my liking V.”

“Would you like to help me remove them?” He said richly.

“I thought you’d never ask.”

Evey rolled over onto her side to face him and slowly began to unzip his doublet and sensually slid it over his shoulders. V shrugged it off, freeing himself of it completely.

Evey’s eyes widen at what lay beneath. He wore a black long-sleeved polo-neck undershirt that clung lovingly to his torso, emphasising his extensively toned musculature. She almost asked him to keep that particular garment on.

Almost!

God, but he was hot!

Grasping the hem, he pulled it over his head and casually discarded it.

The extent of the damage from Larkhill lay bare finally.

Most of the right side of his chest was covered with the same angry red scars on his hands and thighs. However, there were large patches of unmarred skin, which were finely sprinkled with rich dark brown hair. Nestled within, lay a lone small brown male nipple, its counterpart long since lost amongst the ridged, mottled flesh.

Evey couldn’t resist leaning forward to taste it. V almost jumped off the bed as her tongue made contact, sending bursts of electric shocks straight to his groin. He brought his hand up to the back of her head and held her as she continued to nip and suckle the tiny sensitive bud.

Now he understood why women loved to be stimulated like this.

Evey looked up at him, her eyelids heavy with arousal.

Ignorant of her earlier request to help him undress, he hurriedly yanked off his high-leg boots with a distinct lack of finesse and discarded his trousers. V pulled her into his arms and together they began a sensual voyage of exploration of each others bodies.

She examined his scars, completing what she had started earlier and kissing each one in turn as she encountered it. He stroked her flawless skin, revelling in this newly found freedom to do so.

V rolled onto his back, taking Evey with him and positioned her so she was astride him.

“Lift up.” He commanded.

She shifted and felt V’s arousal at the entrance to her sex. Using his free hand, he exerted an infinitesimal amount of pressure on her shoulder, coaxing her down slowly onto him.

Evey’s eyes widened as she felt him slide deeper and deeper into her. She emitted a low moan of pleasure as he progressed further and further in.
One hand went on one of her hips, whilst his other slipped between them as he sought out her clitoris. V massaged it in a slow circular motion, unable to stop herself; Evey began to move up and down as her excitement built.

He felt the familiar tightening of her inner muscles; she was close.

Tremors rocked through her body as she was tipped over the edge, her breath expelled in an almighty whoosh. Gradually her breathing began to steady and she was all but ready to collapse.

But V was in no rush.

He was determined to take his time, feeling that he could pace this one for longer. He supported her weight, as he took over the rhythm, thrusting gently up and down.

He was in no hurry at all to race towards the finish line.

He set a slow leisurely pace, gyrating his hips for better stimulation. He eventually felt his orgasm building. He stopped and flipped Evey onto her back in order to increase the speed of his thrusts. They would be face to face this time as they came. He wanted to see every nuance of her expression as their bodies frantically fought the age-old battle for sexual gratification.

The crescendo approached and sure enough, Evey was unable to fight the stimulating onslaught that V subjected her body to. She moaned and groaned, searching for that elusive goal.

He was dying!

Unable to delay his release any longer but reluctant to leave her behind, he moved closer to her.

“Come for me Evey, come again for me sweetheart.” He whispered in her ear, his voice fracturing at the end.

And then she was flying. Her spasms set off a chain reaction and pushed his body over the precipice. He pumped furiously into her, his release spurting deep into her welcoming heat.

For a few moments all that could be heard in the room was irregular breathing and soft satisfied sighs.

“V?”

“Yes?”

“That’s four all.”

“I don’t know about you Evey, my sweet, but I am happy to leave the score at a draw.”

“Me too V, me too.” She said drowsily.

V reached to the bottom of the bed and pulled the covers over them, gathering her close. They slept like that until the next morning, wrapped in each others arms in a cocoon of black and red cotton.