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 Sole Mate
   by Nysidra
   Romance (MF, power play, prosexual)
   Summary: Palesa meets a man whose quirks neatly dovetail into her own.
She embarks on a one-way journey into sexual bliss.
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   Palesa stared at the people ducking under awnings and scurrying to their
cars.  She didn't change her pace or duck her head.  Just a light drizzle,
barely enough to soak her clothes.  She smiled up to the clouds.  Nature
didn't bother her ...  to a point.
   Darker clouds threatened on the horizon, bringing an early dusk.  The
rain from that cloud would soak her clothes.
   A few minutes more and she would be home.  She picked up her pace, cut
behind the pasta restaurant.  The alley saved her a couple street
crossings, but without the sun, the temperature dropped.  Shivering, she
focused on making it out the alley.
   Long sigh of relief.  That was over.
   Too soon to celebrate.  Engines rumbled behind her, cheap motor bikes.
   Palesa kept her eyes forward, neither sped up or slowed down.  They
would pass her by eventually.  The soaked hem of her dress dripped extra
water into her shoes.
   "Can we give you a ride?" A man sang out followed by an echo of
laughter.
   She looked back.  Beards, leather jackets, no helmets.  Organ donors,
her father would say.  "No thank you."
   One of them said something she couldn't hear.  It made the bigger man
scowl.  "Something wrong with my bike?"
   Palesa remained silent on that point.
   "You too good to sit behind me?"
   "I am fine walking."
   "Stuck up bitch.  That's what she is."
   The streets were nearly empty.  People who noticed her looked the other
way.
   "It's only a ride."
   Just run, she thought.
   She didn't.  Running gave predators a cause to chase.  Thrill of the
hunt.  Without it, they would get bored of her and motor on.  A mental scan
of her bag turned up few options against two men who out classed her by a
hundred pounds and a whole foot.
   The motor bikes revved and one pulled ahead to block the crosswalk. 
"It's storming out, girl.  Hop on.  I'll take you for a ride."
   So lame.  "Maybe you should fuck off." She spoke before her brain could
intervene.  Regret and fear turned her damp clothes cold.
   Thunder rolled overhead assuring her screams would go unnoticed.  The
perfect time to run had come and gone.  She stood in the rain boxed in by a
couple of Law and Order cliches.
   "Someone needs to teach you manners, you little bitch!"
   "What's the problem here?"
   Everyone stopped.
   Palesa turned enough to keep the bikers within sight and take in the
stranger with the authoritative voice.  Tall, no question, at least six if
not six and a half feet.  He had broad shoulders.  The dark rain coat hid
the rest of him.  He stood in the shadow of the awning, the wide hat
covered most of his face.  His hands were tucked in his pockets.  The odds
did not favor him, but he didn't appear bothered.  What was he hiding under
that coat?
   "No problem here.  Just giving the lass a lift.  No reason to
interfere."
   "That's not your call." The authority in his tone gave her hope.  "Are
they bothering you?"
   "I-I," she swallowed, wiped her face.  "They..." Words failed her.  What
if he couldn't help?
   The man nodded as if she had been speaking the whole time.  "Like I
thought.  You all move on."
   "The fuck are you saying?  I ain't moving."
   "Grab her."
   They made as if to dismount and Palesa wished she could disappear.  Any
relief she experienced at his appearance evaporated.  They were not looking
for a fight, what did it matter if he could take them?  All they wanted was
her.
   She'd take her chances mid-scuffle, let him step up and then she would
haul ass, screaming the whole way like a mental patient.  She'd call the
police once she got home.
   "You really want to do this?" He stepped forward, moved past her.
   This was Palesa's cue, but she did not move.  He lowered his voice and
spoke with a bit of zeal.  When he passed her the man felt larger, more
imposing.  He stood in front of her like the mother fucking Batman.
   The ring leader spat on the ground and cast a look toward the sky.  "She
ain't worth it." He sped off and the other two bikes fell in behind him.
   "You okay?"
   She nodded, still shocked to make it out alive.  Almost.  She wasn't
home yet.  "How did that happen?"
   "Guess they were all talk."
   "Yeah, right.  Um, fuck, sorry.  Thank you!  Thank you so much for
helping me."
   They backed under the awning as the light rain became a steady downpour.
   He joined her against the side of the building.  "You're welcome.  Glad
I could help."
   The street lamp woke and cast a bluish light on him.  Black hair, dark
skin.  The rain made the curls of hair stick to the side of his face.  What
a face, fully masculine, wide square jaw, heavy brows.  Striking profile.
The golden eyes helped with that.  Maybe it was the streetlight, but his
eyes seemed cut from gold bars.
   When her neck strained, Palesa realized she had been staring.  And how!
The man was fucking tall.  What an image she made, gawking at him like a
bemused child.
   She looked down at her shoes.  "Um ...  yeah." Perfect.  He must think
she was a total geek.  "My name is Palesa." A breath for courage, then she
looked up again.
   "Palesa," her name sounded melodic coming from him.  "My name is Roano."
   "Glad to meet you, Roano."
   His smile cast deep shadows in his strong face.
   She smiled back and extended her hand to make their introductions
complete.  The instant his hand touched hers a thrill, warm and delightful,
spread through her body.  She studied his hand in comparison to her own -
massive, a bit calloused.  Hard work or pub brawls?
   She did it again, playing the awkward freak.  She let go of his hand.
   He was still smiling, and that should have been creepy, but she didn't
get that kind of vibe from him.  Maybe that smile had to do with her being
an adorable loser who doesn't pay attention to weather forecasts.  She
needed to get moving.  Her clothing was soaked, it was getting dark, and
she didn't need to get sick.  Trouble was, she didn't want to walk away
yet.
   Palesa didn't come across many burly, tall men who weren't intimidated
by rude, assholes on bikes.  Right, zero, if she was talking about outside
the realm of her imagination.  "I should get going.  Thank you again."
   "It's pouring." He said.  "Are you sure you're going to be okay?"
   "It's just rain.  I'm already soaked.  Can't do much more damage."
   "I meant walking alone."
   She probably would be, but what if she wasn't?  Would she get to prolong
this chance encounter after all?  Or would this end up becoming another
opportunity to make another fool of herself?  Home was a few blocks away.
She didn't need a stranger knowing where she lived, even if he saved her.
"Yes, I'll be fine.  I don't have far to go.  Thank you."
   "All right.  You take care, Palesa."
   Logic shut down and impulse rallied.  She scoured her bag for a pen and
a piece of paper.  She scribbled her name and number and put it in his
hand. Instead of looking at him and possibly seeing an expression of
confusion or amusement, she stared at the flow of water into the storm
drain.  "That's my number.  You know, in case you want to have lunch or
something." Her body flushed.
   "Lunch?" Only one word, but he sounded like he was smiling.  "I'd like
that." He pocketed her slip of paper, inside his coat.
   "Guess I'll talk to you later."
   "Yes." The certainty of his answer grabbed her attention.  Did he really
like her?  Her stomach did a little butterfly flip and she grinned from ear
to ear as she stepped out into the rain.  She ran home, her feet splashed
in puddles on the sidewalk.
   It had nothing to do with fear.  She bubbled with nervous energy and
excitement.  She asked a man out!  Gave over her number and everything. 
Furthermore, he actually showed interest.  Or was he being polite?  It was
dark, raining, and she rode a high of post-rescue adrenaline rush.  How
could she be sure?
   Palesa reached her apartment dripping wet, but still grinning.  Once on
the other side of her door, warmth made things even better.  She dropped
her bag and unlaced her wet shoes.
   Her room mate, April, rounded the corner out the kitchen with a wooden
spoon in hand.  "What hell happened to you?"
   "Caught in the rain."
   April grabbed a towel and handed it to her, then she brought over the
mop bucket for her clothes.
   "Thanks." She said while peeling off her clothes.
   "Tea?"
   "Sure."
   "Caught in the rain, huh?  You were trying to wait for it to pass?"
   "Not exactly." Palesa grabbed her bag and sat to the kitchen counter
wrapped in a towel.  She let her room mate have the whole story, beginning
with the bikers.
   "Great!" April applauded theatrically.  "That is fantastic!  I'm so
proud of you.  I hope he's nice."
   "Polite, for sure, but I doubt it's going to lead to anything."
   "Don't start with that.  Go on.  I just need to finish up the salad then
dinner will be ready."
   Palesa dried her hair and pulled out her pajama bottoms and a fitted
tee. If he did call, there was no guarantee he'd like her once they got to
talking.  She wasn't much for television or movies.  She preferred the
wonder and beauty of nature.  Science and math spoke to her.
   No reason to concern herself.  He wouldn't call.
   What would those massive hands feel like touching her?  Dry?  Rough? 
Warm?  She cupped her breasts while trying to imagine.  Not soft and tiny
like her own hands.  She scraped a finger over her nipple.  Would he paw at
her like a fiend, squeezing her tits as if there were bread dough?
   She dropped her hand with a disgusted sigh.  Enough!
   Dinner consisted of spaghetti and salad.  Palesa listened to April talk
about the latest antics at her job.  Exhausted by her own ordeal, Palesa
went to bed early.  She lay in bed staring into darkness.  Danger,
intrigue, and Mr.  Golden Eyes - all in one day.  She never told April how
tall he was or the way his voice seemed to purr with a low rasp.
   What if he liked her?  Their size difference would be striking.  She had
enough anxiety without physical differences piling on.  She felt between
her thighs, not surprised by her slick inner labia.  She dipped her finger
and brought it up to circle her clitoris.
   Two of Roano's fingers would feel massive, thick.  Big man like that
probably had a big tongue.  Hands that big would be able to squeeze her
whole ass cheek.  Thinking of his hands on her ass had her thinking of his
face between her thighs, that big tongue delving inside.
   Her body rattled with a swift orgasm.  If Roano were there, he wouldn't
stop though.  He'd thrust his tongue inside her, give her clitoris a
moment's rest.  He would learn that her first orgasm was only a preview. 
Palesa spread her legs wide, bent her knees.  He was a big man and needed
room to make her climax again.
   She slid her her middle and index finger around her opening, playing at
penetration, then back up, rubbing hard and fast on her distended nub. 
"Please, please, yes," Palesa mouthed silently as her body stiffened. 
Sweat beaded along her brow.  Tension built and swelled.  Close, so close.
With a sudden visceral explosion, she reached her peak.  She swallowed the
urge to cry out, choosing to pant with an open mouth.
   Lying spread eagle and tired, she licked her fingers clean.  She rolled
onto her side and tucked the pillow under her head and drifted off to
sleep.
   Buzz.  Buzz.
   Palesa opened one eye and glared a the vibrating phone.
   Unknown number.
   She pulled the phone over and answered.  Ten thirty at night?  Whoever
this was had the wrong number.  "Hello?"
   "Ah, Palesa?"
   Both her eyes opened wide.  "Yes, hi.  Roano, right?"
   "Yes.  I know you didn't think I'd get back to you so soon, but ...  no
time like the present.  Did I wake you?"
   "No.  No, I wasn't sleeping." She rubbed her eyes and reddening cheeks.
Thank goodness he couldn't see her.
   "Good.  Anyway, about lunch.  How's tomorrow?"
   "Great." Mouth running ahead of her brain.  Yes, it sounded great, but,
"I can't though."
   "Oh." She could practically feel his disappointment through the phone.
   "I have to work from eleven to eight tomorrow."
   "Breakfast?  I'm not much of a morning person, but I could make an
exception."
   Her heart fluttered and the heat in her face went to her belly.  His
voice churned her passions.  He asked to reschedule for earlier, not later.
"Breakfast sounds great.  What time?  Where?"
   He laughed, not that nervous conversational laugher or dry sarcasm, but
genuine relaxed amusement.  "Where do you usually go?"
   "I grab a bagel sandwich and walk the trail to the mallard nesting area,
but that--"
   "Sounds like a good plan.  You choose the time, not before seven though,
please."
   She was the one laughing this time.  "Seven thirty?  Over Easy on
Huffington and sixth."
   "Sounds like a plan." Voices rose in heated discussion in the
background. Something about loaded dice and checks and casters.  "I've got
to go.  See you in the morning?"
   "Yes."
   "Until then, Palesa."
   "Bye." She turned the phone off.  Did he know she had gone to sleep
thinking about him?  She kneeled on the bed and attacked her clitoris one
last time.  She imagined riding him, fucking him hard, seeing those bright
eyes filled with lust for her body.  She came again with a warm wash of
relief.  Breathing hard, she collapsed on the bed.
   ***
   Palesa woke that morning with a lazy smile.  The vague dream faded, but
good feelings remained.  Today, this morning, she would be on a ...  Did a
breakfast stroll count as a date?  She should have thought better of roping
him into one of her walks.  Oh well, better she find out early if a little
walk did him any damage.
   While in the shower, she giggled at her thought.  She was more worried
about tiring him out than being alone with him.
   She danced a little jig of giddiness as she picked out her clothing for
the day.  Slim blue jeans, green blouse, and a light jacket.  Palesa looked
herself over in the mirror.  Just breakfast, she reminded herself, not a
dinner date.  Her hair looked fine.  April would throw a fit if she knew
they were going on a walking for a first date.
   That's why she wasn't going to find out.  Palesa didn't want April's
high fashion 'Uptown Girl's Tips for Dating' making her any more nervous.
Palesa met him soaking wet, after sunset and a long day in the park.  Best
to clean up by degrees.
   She'd let April play dress-up with her for the dinner date.
   "No coffee?" April yawned as she waited for the coffee maker to sputter
the last dregs of black gold.
   "No.  I'm going to grab a bagel and walk.  Evening shift."
   "Ugh, I don't know how you do it.  You're not doing the lunch date
today?" April looked Palesa's outfit over.
   "No," Palesa frowned as she transferred her belongings into a dry bag.
"Why?"
   April shook her head and stifled a yawn.  "Have fun."
   Roano stood outside the breakfast shop, Over Easy, one hand tucked into
his midnight blue jeans.
   Palesa waited for the crosswalk signal.  Her stomach fluttered and heart
raced.  Nervous energy ricocheted through her body.  Daylight did wonders
for him.  Long, muscular legs, powerful upper body, huge arms, barrel
chest. The black duster from last night lay over one arm.
   The crosswalk chimed, signaling her to walk.  A breeze kicked up as if
propelling her forward.  The wind also managed to toss hair in her face. 
She should have tamed the mess into a ponytail, but no, she was trying to
look like less of a dweeb.
   Roano looked right at her while she struggled to contain her wind swept
locks.  He pushed away from the building and stood his full height.
   She stumbled over her own feet.
   Fail.  Mountains upon mountains of fail.
   "Morning." Palesa looked at her dumb feet as if they were going to
explain themselves.
   He pulled the entrance door open and ushered her inside.
   "Thank you." Palesa placed her usual order of bacon and cheddar on a
chili pepper bagel.  She pulled out her wallet as a reflex.
   "I have it." Roano said.
   Mortified, Palesa waited as the server prepared their meal.
   Once they received their order, he reminded her of their plans.  "I'm
following you."
   "Oh!  Right.  This way." She led him through the shop and out the rear
entrance.  Across the parking lot and up a small mulch-covered path, or a
small step in his case, they met with the manicured path that would lead to
the nesting area.  "What did you get?"
   "Muffin." Another sip of his coffee.  "You said you had work today. 
What do you do?"
   "Two part-time gigs," she said.  "I work in a coffee shop / book store
and I do field services for the Wildlife Sanctuaries Organization.  That
one is a paid apprenticeship."
   "Which book store?"
   "The Nook?"
   "I know it."
   "I'm usually hanging out there if the weather is nasty.  Usually."
   He grinned at her comment.
   "What do you do?"
   "Right now, I'm helping a friend refurbish a property.  I have a repair
business - mostly restoration.  I specialize in farmsteads and cabins."
   The walk didn't seem to bother him at all.  When they reached the
nesting area, Roano spread his jacket on the ground and sat.  The only
place to sit with him was right beside him.
   Or in his lap?
   Palesa sat in front of him and unwrapped her bagel.  They talked about
nature, of all things.  Flowers, local birds, and work she did for the WSO.
   "Do you hunt?" He asked.
   "No.  Not like you're thinking, not really.  With my eyes." Palesa
blushed and shook her head trying to ward off her embarrassment.
   Truth was, sitting in front of him, if she wasn't looking up into his
gorgeous masculine face, then she was staring down at his crotch.  What she
saw there had sweat gathering under her breasts.
   "I ...  I go out with a list of things I want to find, plant, animal,
insect, or natural feature - and I try to complete my list.  It's a game I
played to help memorize info for my certification."
   "Sounds like fun."
   "It really is.  Do you hunt?"
   He nodded.  "Every chance I get."
   Palesa felt warm, too warm for this jacket.  She shrugged out of it and
set it aside.  Roano got an eye full of her cleavage, but he didn't have a
creepy fixated stare.  His seemed more dominant, more in control.  Merely
taking in the sight of something she gave to him.
   She gnawed on her tongue, wrung her fingers in her hand.  In her mind he
pushed her onto her back, unfastened her jeans, and put his hand--
   His questioning expression snapped her out of her daydream.  "Sorry, I
spaced out."
   "I do that all the time."
   No comment that it was the way he looked at her that made her spacey. 
They finished up and he helped her to her feet.  Would she ever get used to
the way he loomed over her?  It was one thing to see a tall person playing
sports, walking by, but another to have one standing right next to her.  It
made Palesa very aware of her slight stature.
   They headed back down the path toward town.  "I know I've said this a
bunch, but thanks again for the rescue."
   "What if I told you I wasn't exactly being selfless?"
   "The way you say it," she gave him a side glance, "sounds a bit creepy."
   "That's not what I meant."
   "I'm listening."
   "I've been watching you for a while.  Damn, wait.  Give me a chance."
   They were already headed on the path back to the road.  Palesa gave him
a slight nod.
   "I noticed you in the park.  You don't just sit around.  You explore,
examine, take notes.  I go running through that same park.  I thought about
saying hello to you, to start a conversation." He put both hands in his
pockets and lowered his head.
   He had noticed her the whole time?  And all that time, Palesa had been
oblivious.  "Why didn't you?"
   Roano shrugged a little then smiled.  "You seemed so focused.  I didn't
want to interrupt you."
   There wasn't much she could say to that.  She didn't go on her trips to
be social.  What's to say that she wouldn't have snapped, been rude, or run
him off?  Palesa relaxed.  He did the right thing.
   "As I was headed home, I saw those guys messing with you.  Getting rid
of them was the right thing to do and an opportunity to meet you.  That's
what I meant.  Less creepy?"
   She smirked.
   "Come on.  A little?"
   "A little." She laughed and he chuckled with her.
   "You have a gorgeous laugh, Palesa."
   His compliment only made her laugh again, a nervous out pour.  Roano put
his arm around her shoulders and walked - it must have been a painful pace
- in time with her.  He wasn't so bad.  A soft smile remained on her face
as they walked back.
   "I didn't expect to have this much fun with you." Palesa held her
breath. Did she really say that?  How did she think he meant?  Was that the
wrong thing to say?
   They came to the last bend in the path, when they would come in view of
the parking lot.  Roano stopped and turned her to face him.  He looked her
over, as if sizing her up then grasped her around her ass and pulled her up
his chest.
   They kissed.  He kissed her.  She was so shocked that it took a moment
for her to react.  Head spinning, heart fluttering she returned the action.
   "I enjoyed every moment.  I'd like to see you again soon."
   "How's tomorrow?" She challenged.  He hadn't put her on her feet yet,
and truth be told, she was in no hurry.
   "Seven.  Dinner."
   This time she leaned forward and kissed him.  A soft, lingering kiss. 
"Deal."
   ***
   April about lost her mind when Palesa finally confessed to going on a
walking breakfast date, but she calmed down enough to help her prepare for
the second.
   Roano picked her up and they went to a dinner theatre.  They had a nice
box seat, which looked best for things much different than watching the
movie.  That was her reasoning anyway.  The lights were low, their dinner
cleared, movie halfway in.  All Palesa could think about was the way he'd
held her at the end of the path, the strength.
   She leaned close to him and put her hand on his lap.  Roano shifted and
put his arm around her shoulders.  Palesa traced the heat of his thigh
upward, and all too soon encountered soft flesh, hardening flesh.  Big all
over, just the way she saw.
   He cupped one ear and spoke into the other.  "Are you going to put me in
your mouth on our first date?"
   "Second."
   "Ah, well, maybe it's the third."
   Palesa chuckled, but she hadn't moved her hand.  "Right here?"
   "Are you always this daring, woman?"
   She huffed.  "Hardly.  I'm a special kinda crazy around you."
   "Not here.  I want our first time to be special."
   Palesa burst out laughing.  It was by a weird stroke of luck that the
audience had also found something amusing with the film.  Her hands were
out of his lap though and the spell broken.  "Sorry."
   "Come on." He stood and took her hand.
   Where were they going?  Shit.  Did she say something wrong?
   Out on the street he put his arm around her waist and held her close.
   "Where we are headed?" This wasn't the way to the car.
   "Two blocks ahead and right.  Then we're another block away from the
picnic area.  I'm going to walk us over there and take my cock out.  You're
going to put it in your mouth and suck me off."
   What?  Not in the angry outrageous tone, but in the one that made her
wonder what alternate universe she had entered.  And why did she like it so
much?!  He led and she followed.  Her nipples scraped the fabric of the
designer shirt April had her wear.  No one had ever talked to her that way,
well, not when they were saying something she wanted to hear.
   The 'picnic area' was mostly a large gazebo near the grove.  "Can we go
in the grove?"
   "Show me."
   Palesa pulled him along unto the thick underbrush.  She walked him over
to her 'hunting perch' a patch of brushed stone, a perfect observation
point for many of the nesting birds.
   Roano removed his jacket and spread it down for her.  He sat down and
opened his arms.  She straddled him and looked confused.  How was she going
to do anything like this?
   He kissed her, deep, long, their tongues sliding against each other.
   She reached down between them, fumbling with his belt.  She wanted to
suck him off, wanted to taste him.
   "Here." He unfastened his pants and took his cock out.  Thick, long.
   She eased back and lay down between his lap.  She wrapped her lips
around his head, tasted his arousal.  She licked around the crown and down
his shaft.  He moaned and his hips bucked, trying to get deeper into her
mouth.  Palesa bobbed up and down, sucking and running her tongue around.
The desire to bring him pleasure became her only concern.
   "Here it comes.  Get ready."
   He didn't have to tell her.  She could feel the swell and swish of semen
rushing into her mouth.  She held his ejaculate in her mouth and then
swallowed.
   Palesa blinked, coming back to reality, and it hadn't been any different
than her dream.  She was on all fours on his jacket.  The smell and taste
of him in her mouth, her pussy dripping wet.  What had she done?
   "I should get you home." He helped her to her feet and shook off his
jacket.
   She stumbled a little crossing the tree roots.  He put his arm out to
steady her.  "Careful.  Don't want you to fall."
   "I'm sure you would be there to catch me if I do." Palesa winked.  If
her dreams had become reality, then she'd act like she was in her dreams.
   "I would happily fall over with you."
   "Oh?" She rolled her eyes.  "Would you really?"
   "Well, if you're falling on a bed of rocks, nah.  Try falling on
something softer like grass, carpet--"
   "Bedsheets?"
   "With or without.  I'm not going to be picky."
   Palesa couldn't stop laughing.  They didn't talk much on the way back to
her apartment.  When air turned cooler, he put his jacket around her
shoulders.  She basked in the aroma of his body.  This was the way his
sheets smelled.  One deep breath after another, she memorized this smell.
   She opened the door and invited him in.  "Would you like some tea?"
   He shook his head.  Then crooked his finger at her.  Once she approached
he whispered, "I want you to lay back on your bed, legs open, pussy bare to
me, and I want to return the favor."
   She was holding onto his shoulders, tight enough to make her fingers
ache.  She played each word back making sure she heard him correctly.
   April's bedroom door opened and shut.  "You home, Pala?" She rounded the
corner in cotton shorts riding low on her hips, flat belly half exposed and
her big nipples visible through the faded white tee.  Her gorgeous locs
were swept up into a bun - beautiful even in her frumpiness.
   Palesa realized her mistake too late.  Now that he'd seen the upgrade,
why would he bother with her?  April was the kind of woman Roano should be
with, tall, thin, elegant.  Why would she bring him here?  "April, this is
Roano."
   He gave her a single nod and walked into Palesa's bedroom.
   "Where is that man headed?"
   "I'll talk to you in the morning." Palesa hurried after him.  He'd found
the right room.  Or had he?  "This is my room."
   "You're not where I told you to be."
   Okay, was he crazy or was she crazier?  Palesa went to her door and
pushed the lock in.  She watched him as she removed one article of clothing
after another.  Roano's lips curved in a smile.  He leaned his head over
openly watched her undress.  She crawled on her bed, covers still up.  Did
that matter?  She moved to the head of the bed and pulled the sheets back,
then lay on her back, legs spread, open and bare.
   "You want more?"
   More of what?  Palesa nodded.  More was good.  She'd like more.
   "Let me hear it."
   "I want more."
   He held her legs open, licked and nibbled his way toward her pussy.  He
kneeled down and began to probe her hot folds.  Goodness, it was nothing
like she imagined.  Palesa pulled the blanket over her mouth and pressed
down to hide her moans.  She didn't want to come so soon.  Nothing could
stop the runaway train.  Biting down on the fabric pressed in her mouth she
grunted and groaned as she came.
   Less than a minute?  Damn.
   Roano pulled the blanket away.  "Let me hear it, Palesa."
   "I want more." Her body melted as she felt the press of his cock.  She
ground her hips down, taking him in.  She desperately needed him deeper
inside her.  "I want to come again.  Make me come again.  Please."
   "You want to make my cock yours?  Is that what you want?"
   "Yes, please." Whatever that meant.  She wasn't much for thinking while
her pussy seemed to be clamping down around him like a vice grip.
   "Fuck me.  Keep doing that." He framed her face and kissed her. 
"Something just told me I had to have you."
   She smiled and moaned.  Her eyes closed.  He grabbed her hips, switched
his angle and was doing something.  It was going to make her ...  flat
line. It was like time stopped and the world expanded.  He took her over.
Made her come apart while he held her together.
   "That's it.  That's what you needed."
   Palesa took a deep breath and her eyes fluttered open.  Was this
reality?
   "Where do you want my come?"
   "Where you are is fine."
   "Where I am might get you swollen with my children."
   "You knock up any random woman you meet or just me?  Don't you want to
come inside me?" Palesa's chuckle became a sharp gasp as his nails pierced
her skin.  His body slammed hard into her and he trembled and thrust into
her, triggering another orgasm of her own.
   Roano took a deep breath then took his body weight off her.  "What did
you make me do woman?"
   "Nothing you didn't want." She stuck her tongue out.
   "When do you go to work?"
   "I'm off tomorrow.  You got something to do?" She worried her bottom
lip. Now that she had him, she didn't want to let go of him.  April and the
rest of the world was on the other side of that door.
   "I'd like to be doing you, but..." he sighed heavily.  "I have get back
in a few hours."
   "Oh." Palesa tried not to pout so hard.  "How long do I have?"
   "No more than," he sighed again and rubbed the scruff on his broad jaw.
"Eight or nine in the least."
   She rolled her eyes.  "Bravo.  That was a good one."
   "Don't waste what precious time we have left."
   She chuckled and crawled onto him.
   ***
   Palesa padded into the kitchen, took down two mason jars, and set them
on the counter.
   "You did not tell me how fucking hot that man was." April looked at
Palesa, waiting for the explanation.  She pulled down a coffee cup.
   "I said he looked good." She put ice in the mugs and took out the cold
coffee and cream.
   "Wrong!  He's a damn god among mere mortals.  Lucky bitch."
   Palesa smiled softly.  "I know."
   "And he totally wants you, ugh.  You could smell the pheromones in the
air.  When did he leave, and why did he go in your bedroom?"
   The smile remained plastered on her face, but it masked an upwelling of
terror.  "What do you mean?  Weren't you here?" She stirred the cups and
sort of stood there.
   "I was in the middle of handling this support request when you walked
in. I had to get back to it.  Then Kevin messaged me and said he wanted to
video chat.  I was doing that for most of the night." She yawned and
pointed to the mugs.  "I got my coffee; don't want one."
   She had her headphones on.  Palesa picked the mugs up and headed for her
room.
   April's high pitched gasp was enough to let Palesa know she got the
point.
   Palesa set his iced coffee down and took a long swig of hers.
   "This is good.  What's that look for?"
   "April didn't hear anything.  She had her headphones on.  She didn't
even know you were here."
   "Damn.  Now I have to make you scream all over again.  All my good work,
spoiled!"
   She giggled and had to sit up to keep from spilling her drink.
   "How are you feeling?  Sore at all?"
   Not so much she would complain.  "I'm good.  Running a little close to
E?"
   "Need to find a fuel station.  Get you topped off.  Drink up!"
   Palesa tried, but couldn't stop laughing.  She nearly laughed milk and
coffee all over her bed.  The image of her as a mechanical device in need
of fuel.  "My goodness.  I'm sorry."
   "I do like hearing you laugh.  It's like, hell, I'd say like hearing a
bird sing.  That's over and finished if you've ever had a barn swallow in
your rafters."
   Palesa managed to get some coffee into her.  Her laugh was soundless.
   "It's like hearing a baby laugh.  Pure joy.  Pure emotion.  You laugh
and hits me." He put his fist to his chest.  "And I feel some of that joy."
   "Okay, it's the morning after.  I'm buttered up.  We can move onto the
roast.  Wait?  Or were you joking.  Shit." Palesa emptied the mason jar and
set it aside.  "I mean, you saw April.  I'm not her.  I am weird and
awkward and you're so perfect."
   "Perfect.  Right?  Well," he put his arms around her waist and kissed
her.  "I've never felt perfect until I met you.  You can be perfect to me.
How about that?"
   Palesa shut her eyes against the sting of tears.
   "I'm serious about that fuel.  Must get you something.  You'll be
screaming before I leave."
   "Hey!" April banged on the door like she was an enforcement officer. 
"What's going on in there?"
   "Tell her what's going on," he said.
   "He about to fuck me till I'm screaming since you missed it the first
time." This must be what going insane feels like.
   "Yes," he whispered, "I am." He leaned down over her.  Her eyes closed
as his erection pressed against her.  "Make it wet for me."
   She went to put her hand in her mouth.
   "No, with your pussy.  Coat me with it." He kissed her, growled as she
rubbed up and down the shaft of his cock.  His hands slid around her
shoulders, down her arms, around her waist, scratched up the sides of her
ass.  It stung slightly and Palesa moaned into their kiss.  Moisture
flooded from her, making it so much easier to slide up and down his cock.
   He rubbed and pulled on her nipples, and again, reality trumped
imagination.  His palms, fingers, felt wonderful, firm.  She pussy was
warm, pulsing, needing him.  "Please.  I'm full.  I'm running over. 
Please, fuck me, ride me."
   He bent down and kissed her forehead, positioned his hips and pushed
inside her as he had so many times throughout the night.  No matter how
many times, she welcomed him with a renewed zeal, wanting to get closer to
him.
   "I want you," he groaned in her ear.  His hips snapped, drilling his fat
cock deep into her.
   "I'm yours."
   "Yeah?" His body smacked into into hers, spreading her each time.  "Tell
me then."
   "I belong to you."
   Words were beyond her as moaning took precedence.  She made sounds he
helped her discover: humming, squealing, delirious moans, the gasp of
dizziness and profound exhaustion.
   "Let her hear you, Palesa.  Let her know that this cock is yours.  She's
not coming anywhere near it."
   Palesa went crazy, her body shaking, breath catching.  Her ragged
breaths bordered on hyperventilation.  He fucked her right through that
orgasm, changing his stroke to play her like a fine instrument.
   "That's it.  You want another one?"
   "Please." She said.  "Please, yes.  Keep fucking me.  Don't stop."
   Roano took hold of her ass.  Yes, his hand could manage it.  He fucked
her hard, banging into her, going deep inside her each time.  Hitting that
spot like a perfect bull's eye.  Crashing into each other, trying to burrow
deep into one another.  Palesa focused on breathing, keeping each breath
coming after the last.
   He tensed and his already thick cock expanded.  His roar had a physical
energy that vibrated through the room.  They remained locked together,
sweating, panting, tremors flowing her body and melding with his.
   "I had to do my best there.  I fear our time is running short."
   "Three hours by my count."
   "Too soon!" He screwed his face in a comedic expression of sorrow.
   "Are you broken already?"
   "I fear I am."
   She giggled and leaned in to kiss him.  "So, how about a shower.  You
want to go first or me?"
   "Does it have a tub?"
   "Yeah.  It's pretty big."
   He looked very suspicious at that.  He shuffled out the bed carrying her
along with him into the bathroom.  "Holy shit.  This is perfect.  Why
didn't you tell me you had a large tub?  I wasted so much of my night
fucking."
   Palesa grabbed hold of his ear and pulled him down until he was bent
over.  "No more of that."
   "Many pardons."
   "Oh no.  Not yet.  You've been working up to this all night." She
smacked him on his ass.  It was muscled, firm, like the rest of him, but
his skin was taunt.
   He grunted softly.  Those golden eyes of his almost looked animalistic,
brighter, as if a light had been shined in them.  Well, maybe they had. 
They were in a room with mirrors and sunlight.
   Palesa smacked him twice more then stepped back.
   Roano leaned over and ran the bath water.
   She kept one eye on him while brushing her teeth.  She didn't have to
ask if he was okay.  The bobbing erection was a bit of mystery.  Perhaps
she'd found a bit of fuel?  She chuckled while rinsing out her mouth.
   "Come on." He sat on the arm of the tub and helped her in.  His legs
disappeared into the water.  With her sitting between his legs, him,
soaping up the wash glove.  The erection had tamed a bit, now the snout of
a sleeping giant.
   "Up."
   Using his knee for support, Palesa stood between his legs.  His hand
traveled over her body, lathering her skin.  The glove circled her breasts,
going under the heavy globes a few more times than necessary.
   "Spread your legs."
   She moved her legs apart, her hands on her shoulder while his hands
worked her legs.
   "Foot." He washed her right foot, then he left.  Roano removed the
bathing glove.  "Squat down in the water.  There you go." He used his hand
to rinse her outer labia, gently opened her inner labia, went back to her
anus.  In that moment, Palesa knew April had never experienced such
intimacy with any of her lovers.
   They switched sides.  Palesa sat on the edge while she rubbed his whole
body.  His reddish brown skin was a book with its scars: shiny patches,
depressions, lines of darker skin.  He didn't have a single tattoo.  His
flesh was already a work of art.  She wanted to learn how his wounds came
to be.
   They got out, dried off and he helped her change the sheets.
   "So, when I spanked you.  That didn't, like, upset you or anything, did
it?" Palesa pulled on a skirt and waited for his answer.
   "I wish I didn't have to go.  I would have died trying to make you come
again.  Plus, ah, your swing lacks punch.  Got to put your back into it."
   "I'll just have to practice."
   "I hope not.  I'll be a very good boy." He walked over and held her.
   "You better," she mumbled into his chest.
   "Call me when you can stay at my place."
   "For like, over night?"
   He shrugged.  "How long you stay depends on how much you pack.  I warn
you; I don't have a fancy cleaning service.  You'll have to do all your own
washing and cooking."
   Palesa rolled her eyes again but stopped and cracked them open.  "I ...
will pack as much as I have the space to."
   He smirked and sat down on her bed.  Both their eyes were level.  "How
much would you need to pack it all?"
   "A double wide hauling bed should do the trick." Her heart thundered in
her chest.  Were they playing?  Was he serious?  How was she going to play
it off if he wasn't?
   He dipped his head and nodded.  "I can get that.  I made my choice.  I
want you.  I'll bring you in my half finished home and fuck you senseless.
We'll go hunting together, and you can focus on your internship if you
want. You are my girl, all mine, no matter where you are."
   "Yeah.  Bring the truck."
   "No sleep for you, beautiful.  I'll call you when I've got the truck."
   ***
   April gave her weird, dirty looks most of the time, but she helped
Palesa pack, tease apart their belongings.  "You aren't going to need this
kitchen stuff.  Just get your personal things.  I can manage the place for
a couple months, in case you need to come back."
   "Yeah, I'll cover part of it in case I wake up."
   "If I don't hear from you in three days.  I'm calling in the guard."
   She chuckled.  "We'll keep in touch, of course.  I texted you his
number. I'll send you the address."
   "Lucky bitch." April pulled her into a hug.
   April was at work by the time Roano arrived with two other men.  They
helped carry down all Palesa's belongings in one trip.  The two other men
got into a car and headed out.
   "I'm going to do a walk through and lock up."
   Roano walked back up stairs with her.  They were both a little tired,
running on high activity and little sleep.  He closed the door behind him
and pulled her over to the couch.  He wrapped his arms tight around her
body and buried into her neck.
   Palesa shifted until she was across his lap in his arms and hugged him
back.
   "You're serious about staying with me?" He asked.
   "I need you to be serious about the sex thing."
   Roano snorted slightly and then laughed.  "Fuck, couldn't think about
anything but you today.  Get your clothes off.  I want you."
   She wriggled out of her shorts and panties in one go, then straddled him
to get his shorts undone.  She pulled them down to his ankles.
   "Shirt too.  I want to see you." He leaned forward and pulled off his
shirt.
   "Wait." Palesa grabbed his shirt and crushed it to her face.  Ah!  It
was everything she imagined.  Long, deep breath of his body, fresh sweat.
"Can I keep it?"
   "Absolutely, get over here." He sucked on one nipples and massaged the
other.
   She started rocking her pussy against his cock, wanting him inside her.
She set the shirt aside and buried her face in the crook of his neck. 
Licked his shoulder.
   "Are you sore?"
   "Not sore enough to stop me." She worked her hips up and sat down on his
cock, taking him in long, slow strokes.
   "Fuck me the way you want." He looked up and down her body, her pussy to
her eyes, her breast and her lips.  "That's it.  Fuck me."
   She squealed as she came down on him, but she never stilled.  She tried
to mimic a dance with her hips, slow and sensual.  Later her pussy was
really going to hurt, but in that moment she only felt the ecstasy and
urgency.
   Roano moved down to her shoulder and kissed a spot, ran his teeth along
it.  He sucked on her skin a moment, then bit her, tightening his jaw over
her skin.  Palesa moaned in loud, staccato gasps.  She quivered, grunted as
her pussy flooded with moisture.
   He let go of her shoulder and really bucked into her.  With a firm grip
on her hips, he slammed her down, her moisture leaked down his balls,
running in the crack of his ass.
   She fisted her hand in his hair and pulled him into a kiss, nipping and
sucking.  She growled as she fucked him.
   He grunted and tensed, snapped his hips up a few times before turning
limp under her, moaning, his body writhing under her.  "Please tell me you
can drive a truck," he murmured.
   "Yeah, why?"
   "Keys are in my pocket.  Carry me down."
   She giggled and got off him.  She wiped herself, the couch, and him up,
then sorted the mess of their discarded clothing.  They were both smelling
ripe.  "Hobble your butt down stairs.  I'll finish cleaning up in here.  I
hope you give good direction."
   "Depends on how well you listen."
   The drive to his house took everything they had.  Few words were spoken
as he pointed out the kitchen and bathroom.  All she wanted to see was a
bed.  She needed sleep so badly that her body hurt, not to mention her
labia screamed bloody murder when she went to pee.
   He crawled across a bed and she curled up beside him.  She woke a couple
times, first for water, then again to piss, but mostly several long hours
passed out beside him, in his house, on his bed.  She grinned on her way
back to sleep.
   Roano stared at her.  Morning light set him aglow, and so much of him.
   She reached out and caressed the shiny patch of skin on his chest. 
"What happened?"
   "Caught by an exposed nail, not some rickety old nail.  No.  I had just
finished putting the damn nail in.  It was a hunter's lodge and early in
the day.  I didn't feel like stopping.  Patched it up myself.  As you can
see, I'm not that good at patching myself up.  Ruined my modeling career."
   Palesa chuckled.
   "That hurts."
   "No!  I mean, it's funny because you're so handsome." She traced his
jawline, cheek bones.  Her fingers ran along the ridge of his brow.  "Your
career is about to hit the stars."
   "Mmm," he edged down cuddled next to her.  "We need showers."
   "Does it have a tub?"
   He chuckled.  "Yeah.  It's pretty big."
   "Pfft.  Get me out here with a thimble for a tub." They both chuckled.
   "Come on." Roano led her the bathroom, which she'd already seen.  A
stand up shower and toilet.  He opened, what she thought was a closet and
revealed a floor level garden tub.
   "Holy shit.  You really were making fun of me.  This is a wading pool,
not a tub."
   "Correct.  That's why we shower first, then soak."
   Palesa was already out of her clothes and adjusting the knobs.
   She may have fallen asleep in the bath again.  She cracked an eye open
and looked at him.  "This water never gets cool?"
   "Dedicated solar burner.  It'll cool down, just slowly."
   "I think I have a life taking place in parallel to this one."
   "Want to get back to it?"
   "Goodness no.  Nope."
   ***
   They took it easy for a couple days, gave her time to heal.  She propped
herself up on the polished log stump in his back yard.  They were out by
the koi pond.  He was putting his cleaning materials away.
   Palesa leaned back and spread her legs open.
   "Stay like that.  I am liking this view." He washed his hands in the
garage sink and came back out.  He kneeled in the grass between her open
legs.  "You're wet."
   "Yes, I am.  Keep thinking about you."
   He lowered his mouth to her pussy, licked and penetrated her folds with
his tongue.  The sun beat down warm on her skin, water trickled in the back
ground.  She grabbed the back of his head and fucked his tongue.
   "Please, please fuck me.  I want your cock."
   He climbed over her and pushed his shorts down.  "Good, because I want
your pussy." He plunged inside her body, pulling out and slamming down, her
pussy wrapped tight around him no matter which direction.
   "Fuck," she breathed as he body rocked under him.  His thrusts turned
merciless, hard.  She braced on the stump to keep her body from moving away
from him, meeting his thrusts, taking his cock.  Liquid gushed down her
thighs and she screamed through her orgasm.  She came hard, muscles tense,
her brain caught in an electrical storm.
   Roano didn't slow down until seconds after.  He slammed deep inside her
and groaned as he experience his own climax.  They remained locked together
for a long ragged minute, taking heavy breaths, their hearts running at top
pace.
   "You okay?"
   "Better than okay."
   He tucked himself away and helped get her upright.  "You are so fucking
sexy."
   "Glad you think so.  I'll need you in top condition again soon."
   Roano laughed.  "Game on."
   <->
   Epilogue: What kind of people inspired paranormal creatures?  Normal
people with a healthy sexuality and a balanced mindset.  What's it like
when you take away the unhealthy shackles of someone's made-up rules?  I
prefer power play without cruelty, fucking the night away because you want
to, following your bliss, not fighting it at every turn.
Written: April 2014
   Contact: nysidra at hot mail dot com
  
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