Weak in the Bee's Knees

Barry packed his miniature briefcase, layered with files, and straightened his tie. He sighed while rising from his desk, he had been so busy lately, so stressed with work. Maybe I should take a break and work with Vanessa at the flourist's he often thought to himself. She was always so content with her job, how could she not be? It was beautiful there! Barry smiled to himself as he thought of Vanessa, a sideways smirk painted on his face.

"Goodnight Barry!" Barry turned to watch Adam leave the office, waving goodbye as he filed out with all of the others.
"Goodnight Adam!" Barry called back, turning to the window and flying down the street to the flower shop. It was convenient, living so close. It also helped that he could fly, he would often visit during his lunch break. The cloud was grey, a dreary sight, as he flew by and watched all of the cars. The flourist's was the most beautiful place in this city, it was so colorful among the beige buildings, so small compared to these skyscrapers. Cars slowed and honked at each other, so different than in the park Barry grew up in.

Arriving at the door of the flourist's he rang the doorbell, a small bell, as he could not push open the door. He felt tingly as he watched Vanessa walk from the back room into the main shop. They took a moment to observe each other behind the glass, Barry with his hand pressed to the door, against Vanessas. She removed her hand, leaving a slight smudge on the glass, confining the glare to the rest of the door, and unlocked it with a slight click.

"Hey Barry!" Vanessa greeted him, turning to the door into the backroom, where they resided for the night. Barry turned to the door and pushed up on the lock, satisfied with the click and turning to follow Vanessa. "I have a surprise for you," Vanessa exclaimed, quite excitely, picking up her pace leading into the other room. Barry quickened to follow her, excited for what he hoped would come next.

Vanessa spun to face Barry and flopped onto the bed, looking up at him as she unbuttoned her blouse. Barry flew to their radio and turned on smooth jazz, it had become their favorite genre.

"Hurry up, Barry!" Vanessa said, eagerly. They had not done this in so long, and Vanessa needed this. She missed the way Barry had felt inside her that first time, she missed the way he buzzed against her and moved inside her, how careful he was with her and yet how rough at the same time. She craved to be fucked so hard. She wanted to not be able to walk in the morning, she wanted a pleasure that would leave her shaking with delight.

After releasing the final button on her blouse, Vanessa propped herself up on her elbows, as Barry flew behind her, mumbling to himself as he fiddled with her bra's clip. He felt accomplished when it finally released, flying to her breast and sucking it vivaciously, a tickling sensation that made Vanessa giggle. Barry became frustrated, he wanted a moan, not a giggle, from his beloved woman. He flew down her body, gently trailing it with his fingers, all the way to the waist of her pants. Vanessa reach down and slowly loosened them, smirking slightly at Barry's impatience.

When Vanessa's paints were finally off Barry pressed against her panties, soft and silk, and buzzed ever so gently against them. Vanessa thrusted herself against Barry, showing the same impatience. She whined his name, she wanted him to indulge her more.
"Okay okay," Barry said with a shy laughter, slowly moving aside her panties and pressing against her moist, pink flesh. He began to vibrate even more than before, increasingly slowly, then stopping.

"Barry, stop," Vanessa giggled, enjoying the waning pleasure between her legs.
"Would you like something more?"
Vanessa blushed, uncertain. What if she hurt Barry? She could not bear the fact of ever leaving him. Barry knew how much she wanted this, how much she missed it.
"Vanessa, ever since you left Ken I know that this has been different. I don't have what he had, but I can do my best."
"Are you certain?"
"Yes, Vanessa, I am."
"Alright, I'm ready!" And she was! She held her breath as Barry moved down her vagina, between her folds, as spread them apart, admiring her. "Oh stop it," Vanessa laughed, urging Barry on. She was genuinely nervous and excited at the same time.

Barry stuck his small hand into Vanessa, hoping she'd love it. In reality, she held silent, she felt nothing. The silence tensed and became awkward, and Barry knew what he would have to do. He took a deep breath and dove inside of her, vibrating as much as he could. He climbed deeper and deeper, slowly pressing against her. He pressed hard against her insides, until he felt her body clench. He'd found her G-spot, he'd heard of it before. She started to gently shake as Barry kept pressing against her.

Barry started to run out of air but he kept pressing against her, backing away and pounding into her flesh. It was so sticky, it latched onto his fuzz and his wings but he kept going, proud to please Vanessa. He felt her shake even more, vibrating more violently than him. As her body clenched for a final time, she hit a hard climax, shaking violently and calling out to him. Even from his place within her chambers he could hear her call out.

Barry climbed to escape her, he could not fly because of her wetness on his wings, he crawled as fast as he could. He was running out of air. He was so close, but could not contain himself any longer. He fell to his knees, and then collapsed within her.

"Barry?" Vanessa asked for him, but did not hear a response. She could no longer feel his slight movement inside her. "Barry!?" she was frantic at this point. She reached her fingers inside of herself and fished him out, gently pulling him to the air. Yet, it was too late. Vanessa gasped as she looked at Barry's corpse. She started weeping, but knew what she had to do. She stood and brought him to the bathroom, dropping his body in the toilet. "A royal flush," she cried out, with no response from Barry, no, "you're bluffing," as his body spiralled down the toilet bowl. "I loved jazz..."