Emillya and Joe: the Morning After
Official and Proper Legal Disclaimer Thingy: The characters of Duncan McLeod, Immortal Boy Scout, and Joseph Dawson, Sexy Blues Singer Extroardinaire, belong to Davis/Panzer productions. They also own the whole Highlander concept thingamajig. All rights therein belong to them, not me. The character of Emillya Sorovkin is mine, all mine. She belongs to me, its all my fault, blame me. No one anywhere anyhow has received any monetary compensation for any part of the following, and never will. No Highlander clones were harmed in the making of this tale; the Joe clone was returned to Clones R Us the following day, a little worse for the wear, but on time. The author will pay for the dry cleaning, though.
Emillya woke slowly in the soft moonlight, shivering at Joe kissing the back of her neck. She sighed and turned her head slightly, giving him a little more access. His large hand caressed her breasts as his cock stirred against her back. She started to turn onto her back, wanting to face him but he caught her hip and held her still, spoon fashion.
He skimmed his fingertips down her spine and over her backside, slipping between her legs from behind. Her breath came out in a hiss as his finger parted her lips. She moaned as he caressed her, her flesh feeling tender from his earlier more exuberant lovemaking. His finger teased her aching clit as she raised her knee, giving him more room to play.
“Is this okay?” His voice was low and husky in her ear.
“mmh hmm.” She said on a sigh.
He slid down a bit in the bed, gently raising her upper leg, opening her body to him. She gasped slightly as he entered her from behind, feeling his cock pressing deep into her. He moved gently, knowing she must be sore from earlier. The tip of his cock nudged her g spot, making her squirm against him. He snaked one hand over her hip and found her clit. He stroked it gently, pressing it back against his shaft as it moved within her. He was hitting her g spot every time he moved, making her writhe in his arms. It felt almost like a jolt of electricity, making her body contract around him. She moaned softly as he bit at the base of her neck, flicking his tongue over her throbbing pulse.
He bit down again as he thrust deeper, and she yelped as the strongest orgasm she’d ever had swept over her. Her whole body contracted, curling into a ball in his arms. She shuddered against him, making him groan as she bore down on his cock. He slipped from her body as he came, spilling hot come over her inner thighs and backside.
She turned in his arms and pressed a kiss to his chest. He raised her chin and kissed her gently, smiling into her sleepy eyes.
“You’re insatiable, y’know?” She said with a soft smile.
“I didn’t hear you complaining, sweetheart.” He reached between her legs and stroked her wet sex, gently teasing her bruised flesh. Her breath hissed from between her teeth. “Am I hurting you?”
“A little.” She said, then gasped as he hit a particularly sore spot. He smiled regretfully, and withdrew his hand. “Joe, it’s okay.”
“Later” he said with a smile. He slid down again and pillowed his head on her breasts and drifted back to sleep.
A few hours later, the smell of Chicory French Roast wafted through the apartment as the coffeepot woke up. He stirred, waking her gently. He smiled and kissed the tip of each breast good morning, then her lips as he sat up. She blinked sleepily up at him, her tousled hair framing her face.
“I smell coffee.” He nodded and smiled at her. “Should I go get us some and bring it back to bed?”
“That’d be great.”
