The Morning After

"The Morning After"

orig. 2/06/2009

Elly x Mr. Burke *adult

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Elly yawned and stretched luxuriously, the glow from her pip-boy catching the metal locker beside her and reflecting a soft blue light. She looked at herself in the semi-rusty metal, smoothing her purple hair back and pulling the side locks in front of her ears.

"It's but a poor mirror for your beauty, my love," a purring voice beside her told her quietly.

"Burke," she smiled. Turning back she opened her arms and they embraced passionately. She remembered last night well, right down to the shivering climax they'd both experienced and although she wasn't a morning person by any means she was awake enough to start wanting him again. His kiss was proof enough that he felt the same way.

"Mmnn, I can't get enough," he husked, tonguing her lips and sighing when she moaned. "I thought I'd be partially sated from last night my dear, but I don't think a man can have his fill of you in one session."

"Good for me," she murmured into his mouth. "I didn't get to see much last night," she continued, rubbing the back of his shaved head. There was some scruff low on his neck, what she'd toyed with last night.

"I don't see much at all without these," he sighed regretfully, reaching across her to pick up his tortoiseshell glasses. "Unless of course, I'm close up against something." Burke regarded her with half-lidded eyes. She wasn't paying that much attention to his words but was toying with his nude body in the golden sunlight coming in through the rust-rimmed window. He sighed blissfully and rolled over on his back, allowing her complete access to his naked front. His shoulders were freckled. Elly didn't know why this amused her so much but it did and she wriggled closer to kiss the batch nearest her, nuzzling close to his side as she explored. He jerked once only, when her fingertips brushed his ribcage. The pale young vault dweller raised an eyebrow.

"Ticklish?" He scowled playfully, rubbed a hand over his stubbled cheek.

"Maybe."

"Just here?" Her palm flattened and she ran a rougher hand over his hip. "Or lower, too?"

"I've never had the occasion to find out, my dear..." he began, then choked back laughter as she caressed his open thigh. "All right, I surrender myself to your whims! Just stop. I didn't even know I was ticklish there..." He trailed off, shaking his head ruefully.

"I was just curious." Grinning, she went back to gazing at his body. His legs were sparsely covered in dark hair but his inner thighs were creamy and oddly spotless. He didn't even have any birthmarks or freckles there. When she got closer and gently encircled his growing erection with one hand she did notice a dot or two underneath the bristly mat of pubic hair. He was neither thick nor long there but his sex had an endearing little quirk to one side. He was circumcised and this amazed her, for she hadn't thought they still would bother to do that out in the wastes. It seemed rougher and more primitive to be uncut - and Burke was neither rough nor uncivilized. It suited him well.

By now Burke's breathing had sped up and he bit back a groan, trying not to move. It felt marvelous. She was not so much stroking now as she was fondling his member, feeling the skin slide over the base and rubbing the droplets that welled up from the tip. What was worse was he had his glasses on and could see her doing it, soft lips open in lustful concentration as she unwittingly brought him closer and closer to climax. He swallowed hard, watching those soft lips and wondering what it would feel like to have her lick him, suck him... the terms caused the proper man to blush but he couldn't stop. This spun off into such a heated fantasy that he began to pant hard, his slightly concave stomach heaving with effort.

And of course she was still rubbing him, her fingertips encircling the plump tip of his tortured penis and tugging lightly. He finally wheezed and managed to cry out.

"Finish me! I can't bear it any longer." His voice cracked on the last word and he fell back on the bed in a daze, his arm across his face to hide his embarrassment. But Elly sat up and pried it away with her free hand.

"I didn't realize you were so close, Burke," she whispered. "Here, wait." She leaned forward and kissed him as her hand sped up, squeezing gently now and then. She slowly slipped her tongue out from between his swollen lips and lapped at his stubbled upper lip, traced down his jawline - equally rough with hair -- and nipped his the pulse in his neck.

"Ah," he gasped. "Ah, ah, yes. Oh yes." He grasped the back of her head and pulled her towards him for a deep kiss as his body spasmed, member convulsing in her palm before shooting several thick lines up into the air. Most landed back on himself but he didn't notice at first. He pressed her close, kissing her hotly, wetly, lingering in his afterglow and trying to convey at least a fraction of the emotions he felt.

"We need to get you cleaned up," she noted.

"Nothing much," he muttered, reaching around under the mattress and bringing up an old cloth. "There, I can wash up later. I have something else to attend to now."

"More pressing matters, Mister Burke?"

"Indeed, my dear. Very pressing." And he rolled over on top of her with a smile.

What a delightful morning this was turning out to be!