Author's note: You can read this without reading the first one, but it'll make a little more sense if you have.
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When Markus stirred and stretched, Christina rolled over, not awake until he moved but waking faster.
"Morning, my love," she whispered, propping herself up on her elbows, her singlet barely staying on both her shoulders and half her hair escaping from its band to fall across one eye.
Markus blinked rapidly, then reached out to sweep hair off her face. "Morning, gorgeous."
They rolled together into a clinch, Christina getting one arm under Markus's neck and tucking his head into her shoulder as he slipped his top leg between hers to press firmly against her groin. She squeezed his thigh between hers, pressing her groin against the tendon at the top of his leg and pulling his bare chest against her linen-covered breasts until there was no space for air between them.
For many heartbeats, they were silent and still.
"Sleep well?" Christina whispered, stroking Markus' hair.
"Mmm, you?" he said into her shoulder.
They separated enough to kiss.
"Wonderfully. Do you want the bathroom first? I'm going to have a little moment with my wand before getting up." Her legs squeezed his for a second.
Markus pulled his leg back as his free arm moved to slide between them, his fingers stroking her bare thigh before sliding inwards towards her bikini briefs.
Her breath caught in her throat.
He began kissing her neck as he positioned his hand to press against her vulva through her briefs.
When he began rubbing gently, she whimpered and pulled him against her breasts as her thighs clamped down on his leg between them.
He continued slowly rubbing while kissing her neck.
Her eyes closed. Her mouth fell open. She began quivering. It seemed only a few minutes before she stiffened, quivered once, then let out a sound between a gasp, a whimper and a sob.
His hand moved up to her face. She took his head and kissed him thankfully, eagerly.
She giggled. "You're wonderful."
"You're sweet," he whispered back. Then, gently and reluctantly, he pulled away from her.
She made a small noise of protest but let him go, her eyes still sleepy but open enough to watch him in his boxers as he slid out of bed, stretched his fingertips towards the ceiling, then strolled around towards the door.
With a surge of energy, she rolled over, reaching for her bedside drawer.
Markus got there before her, pulling out her cordless wand and tossing it onto the bed beside her with a blown kiss.
She caught it and whipped it under the bedclothes with the speed of a striking snake.
Markus laughed as he left, the wand's aggressive buzzing already starting behind him.
By the time he was showered and dressed, Christine was in the kitchen pouring steaming water into her stainless steel coffee plunger.
"Legs for days," he said as he strolled in. Her singlet was not made for her height, and showed skin above her bikini briefs.
She turned her head to blow him a sultry kiss, then pouted when she saw how he was dressed. "When do you have to leave?"
"About an hour. Sorry."
She sighed as she put the kettle back on its base.
But she draped herself against him for another kiss, his hands stroking her lower back and arse.
"How do you like kissing so much?" she murmured against him before pressing against his lips for a second go.
"There's more to like about touch than sex," he murmured back. "What are we having for breakfast?"
"Omelette?"
"Sounds great. Are you showering?"
She went, slapping his arse in passing. By the time she was out, wearing a cotton dress that looked only a little more like daytime wear than a night shift and still drying her hair vigorously, he was finishing cooking.
"Wow."
He gestured grandly at the two plates he was finishing with.
"You are way too good to me for someone who isn't getting sexual favours," she said, throwing her towel through a doorway onto a sofa so she could collect a plate and a mug of steaming coffee.
They headed to the back deck, where Christine sighed as they settled into their chairs.
Markus short her a concerned look. "That wasn't a happy sigh."
"Markus, you will tell me if I get too annoying, won't you?"
"Well, yes, I suppose so. What, specifically, are you worried about?"
"All my talking about sex. I'm sorry, it's automatic. I'll try harder."
"That's what he said," Markus said without missing a beat. He had to wait for Christina to restrain her giggles.
"Hey, every time you say you're not with me for my cock, I feel smug about how great I am," he said when she could listen again.
She sighed but smiled.
"Plus, I know what you're giving up to be with me. I don't mind if you keep talking about how I'm worth it," he added.
She laughed. "OK! But I mean it."
"If it ever stops feeling like it's worth it, you have to let me know," he said seriously.
"What?! No! Way too early to say that! No!" she managed to say through the end of her laughter. "Would you shut up? I mean, I know I talk about sex a lot. You know it's always been a big part of my life. It's always been at the centre of my relationships. I... still can't believe I've found a better reason to be with someone than to have sex on tap. And I realise I keep going on about that, so please tell me when I get too much. I know you're not squicked out by sex..." she coughed, "thank you, but I really don't want to bore you. OK, honey?"
Markus grinned, but there was a twist to his lips. "I promise. You want me to be honest?"
Christine froze, a fork half in her mouth. She pulled the fork away. "Yes..." she said.
"I don't mind you saying I'm better than easy sex, but, OK, I do sort of mind you reminding me that you're used to having something I can't give you. Just a little, but... a little. But I also don't want to hear you saying, even suggesting, that sex is the only reason a man might want to be with you."
Christina bit her lip and seemed to shrink a little.
Markus was sitting too far away to reach out for her but he fixed her with a tender, loving look. "You are a wonderful person on top of being absolutely gorgeous and, I have no doubt, fantastic in bed. I'm not attracted to everything that makes you you, but nobody is. I'm attracted to far more than enough of you to not want to be with you. I'm sorry there are things I can't give you, but I'll support you in finding other ways to satisfy those needs, so long as it doesn't harm what we have. Please don't try to stop being sexual around me, and please don't try to pretend you're not attracted to me, I am flattered, I really am. But don't think sex is the only reason any man would ever love you."
Christina was silent for a minute. "OK," she said in a small voice, her eyes dropping. "Sorry. I'm... not used to healthy relationships, frankly. I..."
Markus put down his plate and opened his arms. "Come here."
Christina almost threw her plate onto the table before scrambling around it to sit sideways on his lap and hug him fiercely. Her height meant her breasts threatened to suffocate him.
"It's OK," he whispered. "I didn't mean to hurt you. But it hurts me to think you don't realise how much more there is to you than sex."
"I've never minded not being more than a sex goddess, before," she said softly. "It might take me a while to get used to that."
"I'll help," he said.
She giggled suddenly and squeezed him harder for a second. "You are, you bastard."
They settled back into their chairs to resume eating.
"OK, getting back to sex," he said after a few minutes of contented silence.
She arched an eyebrow. "Yes?"
"I thought you'd have way more toys than just two vibrators."
She laughed. "Oh, I do! The others are," she coughed, "hidden. I don't let boyfriends know about those until I know what they're like and I know I can trust them not to get carried away. And if I want to use any of them solo, I plan it, it's not a problem that I can't grab something spontaneously."
"Spill, what's in your toy chest?" he asked, grinning around a mouthful of omelette.
"Well! Couple of dildos and butt plugs. Strap-on, in case a man likes taking it. Pair of nipple clamps, but only mild ones. I got given a proper BDSM pair once and there was no way he could talk me into even trying them. They got gifted on to a girlfriend who is into that. Um, couple of nipple suckers, weird little silicon things, which, OK, are fun but hard to bring into the moment. They were another present. Most of these were presents. And a set of restraints, which I got but I've only let, um, two boyfriends ever know about, because I thought I could trust them. One I used on him and we both enjoyed it but that relationship didn't work out because he needed someone to be a real Mistress for him. We parted happily because at least he was honest and knew what he needed. The other one used them on me and almost did get too carried away. He left in a huff, complaining I wasn't adventurous enough."
Markus snorted with laughter.
"Sex three times a day as hard as he liked, but I didn't want to use enough toys," Christina said drily.
"Takes all sorts," Markus said, trying to calm down.
"Should have just let him take the restraints," Christina said, even dryer. "But he didn't deserve a parting gift."
"So, what kinks are you into?"
"Not much," she admitted. "I'm into hard sex. Fucking! I like having vibrators used on me but I am not, no way, not ever into pain except having my nipples pinched and only when I'm at least halfway there. I don't even like being spanked. Why would you want to hurt someone you're having sex with? Being tied down can work for me but only when a man is serious about doing things to me, not just feeling all-powerful and fucking me like regular. Roleplay bores me, I can't take it seriously. Setting up scenes is fine provided the setup doesn't take longer than playing does."
Markus nodded.
"And I will not, I don't care how much you plead, do master-servant shit. If someone wants to do light BDSM, I will accept being ordered to do sexy things and I'll call you Master if we both acknowledge we're playing and I'm going to get my turn, but I just can't cope with any more overt slavery references, or, fuck, any workplace power imbalances. Master/maid is just... Urk! I don't even like saying 'Sir' at work! I hate waiters being subservient to me!"
"Oh, I know what you mean," Markus said with feeling.
"How does any of this make any sense to you?" she asked, grinning.
He shrugged. "I told you. I've had girlfriends. I tried to do my research. I found out quite a bit about things you could do without sticking a cock in, and also made the serious mistake of taking porn seriously, but at least I never made the mistake of assuming anyone was going to be like that, I just thought it was a reasonable option. Also, when some of those girlfriends found out I was asexual, they thought I just didn't like vanilla and offered to do harder things. One or two thought I wanted something harder and told me point-blank they weren't going to so I could forget it. Some of them got quite explicit about what they weren't going to do."
"Old boyfriends pressured them," Christina said.
"Old boyfriends," Markus agreed.
When Markus was leaving, Christina demanded another full-body clinch against the wall.
"Am I going to see you during the week?" she whispered against his mouth.
