Layla

Chapter 19: Search for Mutants Part 2

CIA Secret Base, Richmond, Virginia

April 4, 1962

(8:00 am)

"Ah shit," Layla sighed as she did her best to keep quiet. 

Erik continued his attentions on her left breast, massaging her clit with his right hand as he held her down with his left. Her throat did its best to keep quiet as he circled his tongue around her hard nipple once more. The combination of the two pleasures were driving her mad with want. Her love ravished his attentions on her and her alone, leaving her hands to wander up and down his firm torso. 

He was not going to stop until she was on the verge of screaming. She knew how it worked. She had enjoyed the illicit torture for so long that all she could do some nights was imagine him feeling her up, tasting her, fingering her into absolute oblivion. She didn't dare wish to be parted from him and his physical affections for long. 

The thought of him leaving her for New York City and finding other mutants frightened her to no end. No matter how much her mind did its best to become absorbed in the careful movements of his fingers against her core, her mind still wouldn't allow her to focus on anything more than her fear that something horrible would happen to him while he was away... or something horrible happens to her or Pietro. 

He'd only be gone a week and she was already fearful of being parted from him for longer than necessary. They had rarely been parted since they had joined together in their hunt for Shaw 13 years ago, never for more than a few days, and even then there had been frequent phone calls. She wasn't half sure the CIA wouldn't be monitoring their calls. 

"Focus on me," Erik kissed her other breast as he put more pressure on her clit. 

She shook her head as she put her mind back on the present. And presently she needed to enjoy her husband's attention to her clit and his love of her breasts. She needed to enjoy the way his fingers so expertly circled her, how they knew exactly how hard to press and how much pressure to ease onto her. She could already feel the familiar tightness forming in her stomach, the sighs that escaped her mouth coming out freely now. 

She could worry about New York City in a few hours... Yes, in a few hours. 

Her orgasm came quickly followed by another shout of "Oh shit!" 

Layla sat up from her position on the bed, her body still shaking as Erik continued to rub her slit for more stimulation. Her body was already more than ready for him to put his cock inside her. She needed him out of his pants and needed him out of his pants now. She moved his hand from her nether regions, sighing slightly at the sudden lack of attention, but she needed him more than she needed her clit rubbed.

He followed her command easily, laying on his back in bed as she made quick work of his trousers and underpants. She tossed them onto the floor as she straddled his lap. Taking him in hand, she began to stroke him lightly, never applying too much pressure, always leaving him wanting more. 

She lined herself up with him as she slide down slowly onto his long cock. The initial shock of his size only fueled her more as she grasped onto his shoulders for support. Her body felt overwhelmed momentarily as she adjusted herself with him inside her fully. She let out a slight moan of pain and pleasure that was soon followed by a groan from her dear husband. 

"Are you all right?" Erik asked as she did her best to make herself comfortable on top. 

Layla nodded her head as she watched him bite his lip to keep from groaning again. She knew she felt good to him. His hands reached up to tightly hold to her waist as he prepared to assist her in moving her up and down his length. She didn't often top, but when she did she wanted to make sure she was still comforted and loved.