Fic: First Touch (happy porn weekend!)
I am coming to the party and I’m bringing new porn :D
So this. This is one of the new things I’m working on. It’s not a multi-chapter fic really, and it’s not even truly a series. I’m calling it a sequence. It’s going to be a several fics in this vein, all about the first sexual experiences that MM/RR have in their new relationship. I’m calling it the First sequence (because I suck at titles).
So here you go, have at.
Title : First Touch
Summary : The best part of a new relationship is all the first little moments, sweet and sexy. Roxanne wants her boyfriend to sleep over but sleeping will have to wait when she finds out how much he likes having her snuggled up to him.
Pairing : Megamind/Roxanne
Rating : NC-17
Warnings : Here, have a handjob. Oh and this sex is super mushy and sweet.
Author Notes : Some people were talking about the Equestrianator this week and unintentionally provided me with the missing piece this fic needed. <3 You guys are awesome.
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“Mmmmm,” Roxanne let out a happy little sound as she shifted slightly.
She was warm and comfortable and she knew exactly where she was. She was curled on her side, arms resting on her boyfriend’s waist, her forehead resting against his as they cuddled on her bed. She was happy -- wait scratch that. Beyond happy. Somewhere closer to the vicinity of blissful.
But what time was it anyway? She shifted her head a bit to see her alarm clock. Ugh, almost midnight. They had fallen asleep on her bed again. The last thing she remembered was talking and laughing,
The subject of discussion tonight? The Equestrianator.
"You have to admit that it looked a little like a unicorn. You just have to," she argued pointedly.
"It was not a unicorn! It was a robot of unspeakable evil with a terrifying drill-like spike made to terrorize the populace Miss Ritchie!" he said with a goofy smile, wiggling his fingers at her the way he used to when she was tied to a chair as he was describing his latest evil plot.
"Yeah sweetie? You dangled me from a robot unspeakable evil that looked like it was straight out of Robot Unicorn Attack," she countered and he nearly doubled over laughing. "What's so funny?" she cocked her head at him. He wheezed for a moment then regained the ability to speak.
"Right before I made the Equestriantor I was playing that game. A lot," he choked out and she couldn't hold in a giggle of her own.
"I told you! Unicorn! I knew it!" she pointed at him, her own giggles feeding off his, creating a sort of laughing frenzy.
"ALLLLLWAYS," he crooned at her and she joined in "I WANT TO BEEEE WITH YOUUUU-" and they sang until they got to the ‘harmony harmony’ part and then they were laughing so hard they fell over on her bed. Where they proceeded to laugh and kiss and tickle each other then the laughter getting quieter and quieter until the conversation moved to more serious topics. Then her snuggling up to him. And him saying he should go home. But he didn’t move and then there was just blissful calm.
She looked over at him. Yep. He was out like a light. This wasn’t the first time this had happened, that their excited desire to talk for hours had eventually petered out with neither wanting to actually pull the plug. Just last week she had dragged herself out of the lair at about this time of night to crash in her own bed. But it had felt empty without him. And she couldn’t deny that she liked having him here tonight, or that she knew she would rest peacefully and totally in his slender blue arms if he stayed.
Or that having him here in her bed, even if it was just to sleep, was so so sexy to her.
She considered letting him sleep like that, on top the blankets, with his large blue head down near the foot of her bed and his socked feet grazing her headboard. But she would want her pillow or else her neck would be stiff as hell tomorrow. And maybe he would want one too. And if he was going to spend the night here for the first time, she wanted it to be because he chose to, not because she just let him zonk out.
She reached over and stroked his cheek softly, cupping his firm jaw line and running her thumb over his cute little goatee.
“Megamind. I think you should wake up sweetie,” she said tenderly. His eyes fluttered open and he looked up at her in a sleepy daze and she recognized a flicker of confusion.
“Oh no,” he muttered and yawned. “Did I fall asleep again?”
“We,” she corrected. “We fell asleep again.”
“Ugh,” he groaned and stretched. “I’m sorry.”
“Don’t apologize,” she leaned in and kissed him softly on his warm blue lips. “I like it when we sleep together. We should do it more.” He closed his eyes and held her tight for a moment, like he wanted to say something important but didn’t.
Instead when he spoke he simply said “I should go. Or else I’ll wrap the invisible car around a tree getting back to the Lair.”
But still he didn’t move. And Roxanne decided this was as good a moment as any.
“Why don’t you just stay here?” she asked. “It’s late and you’re tired. And I wouldn’t mind it you know.” She gave him a coy smile. He looked at her with a furrowed brow.
“I don’t have any pajamas. Or a toothbrush.”
“Can you just sleep in your suit? Or else you can borrow a shirt from me. And I have an extra toothbrush you can have. You… you could keep it here,” she offered up, it sounding more nervous coming out of her mouth then it sounded in her mind. She didn’t want to pressure him, but she didn’t want him to go. He seemed to consider her proposal before he spoke again.
“I can sleep in my undersuit. It’s the layer underneath. My suit.” He stammered out. “If that’s ok?”
“Of course,” she responded with a smile. “Why wouldn’t it be?”
He blushed. “Well it’s what I wear. Under my suit. It would be like… sleeping in my underwear,” he confessed.
That made her smile. He will still so hesitant about certain things, and anything sexual was high on the list. But that was ok. She was willing to take it slow. She pulled herself away from him and sat up.
“I just want you to stay the night with me. You could wear a paper bag for all I care,” she joked, trying to diffuse his nervousness. And it worked, he smiled and sat up.
She got up and opened her pj drawer. Usually she slept in a tight tank top and underwear but she wasn’t sure that was right for his first sleepover. Instead she pulled out a peach nightie. Yes. It showed some cleavage but it would completely cover her butt. She headed for the bathroom to change and when she came back, was surprised to find him still fully clothed. His jaw seemed to drop at her choice of nighttime attire and she couldn’t deny being a little pleased by that revelation.
“Umm can you help me with this? It has a zipper in the back that I can’t quite reach,” he confessed.
“How do you get dressed?” she asked quizzically.
“Brainbots,” he shrugged. She ran her hands along his back and felt for the small concealed zipper there. She drew it down slowly and saw what he meant by undersuit. It was a thin black spandex-like material. She watched him peel the outer layer off his arms and then look at her shyly before unzipping his leather pants and sliding them down his legs. Finally he removed his thin black socks.
And stood before her nervously in what he considered his underwear. She looked him over.
“I have never seen your feet before,” she remarked, breaking the tension.
“Really? Well, I mean, when would you?” He stumbled and then smiled. “I have no idea how I could have worked that into a kidnapping.”
“Me either. Huh.” She said, unable to tear her eyes from his ten slender blue toes.
“Is that good huh or a bad huh?” he asked and reached out for her.
“Just a huh kind of huh,” she looked up. “Is it weird if I tell you that you have cute toes?”
He snorted. “Of all the things you’ve said to me in the last two months, that is truly one that I never even remotely considered that someone would ever say to me.” She frowned. “That is a good thing Roxanne. You can call any part of me cute any time you want to.”
“Ok,” she relaxed, and put her hands on his waist. “Megamind?”
“Yes?”
“I don’t think I’m tired anymore,” she confessed.
“Me either,” he replied and then rocked her back and forth with a familiar antsy energy. “So what do you want to do now?”
“Let’s get into bed and we see if feel sleepy?” she suggested and turned down the covers and crawled into the left-hand side of the bed. He tentatively got into the right side and laid on his side to look at her.
She instinctively reached out for him and pulled him closer to the middle, closer to her. Once he got there he met her with a kiss and she felt the warm butterflies in her stomach. She tried to get comfortable but something about his body language wasn’t quite right. He was curling himself at an odd angle. She tried again to pull him close, this time sliding her thigh up against his.
And that was when she felt it -- his firm erection pressing against her leg. His whole body went rigid. She looked up at his face and he looked embarrassed. She relaxed her leg so it grazed slightly against him again and now he looked terrified.
“Hey. Don’t be embarrassed.” She tried to smile at him but he closed his eyes like he wanted to fall into a hole and die.
“I’m sorry,” he whispered, eyes still squeezed shut.
“For what?” she asked, legitimately baffled.
“Honestly?” he opened his eyes, staring into her own with a conflicted expression. “I have no idea. I just feel like I should apologize.”
“Well you don’t need to. It’s nice actually.” She pressed herself against his hardness, burying her face in his neck and letting her imagination run wild for a moment to think about what he looked like without the undersuit. “It’s nice to know that you actually want me.”
Suddenly his hands were at her shoulders pulling her back to look at him. “You don’t think I want you?” He was completely flabbergasted.
“I hoped,” she said slowly. “But you never said…. and I didn’t want to pressure you…” She trailed off.
“God Roxanne I want you so much,” he shook his head. “How could I not want you? I think about you all the time. You…..” He didn’t seem to know how to finish that thought but his eyes were wide and elated.
A big grin blossomed across her face and she kissed him hard on the mouth, stopping only a moment to nuzzle his large blue forehead with her own. He responded by giving her sweet kisses in return and sucking her bottom lip in that way he did -- the way that turned her on more than he could know.
That was it. Her mind was made up.
She reached out and ran her hand gently over the firm length in his suit.
He gasped and his eyes got wide in nervous surprise. She continued to move her hand slowly over his straining erection, and looked deeply in his anxious eyes. He looked like he was afraid she would stop at any moment, but when that didn’t happen, he simply looked torn between pleasure and nervousness.
“I’ve never done this before with someone…” he started to say awkwardly.
“I know.” She said reassuringly, still moving her hand against him in a slow rhythm.
“I just don’t know what to do,” he confessed, biting his lower lip, clearly embarrassed at his lack of experience.
“Here, put your hand on top of mine,” she instructed and he cautiously complied. “It’s easier if you show me what you like. Can you do that?” He nodded and cupped her hand in his own.
Slowly he moved her hand to lightly stroke himself over the top of the thin back material. He breathed slow shallow breaths as he rhythmically ran their hands from base to tip. She met his eyes with her own and smiled to reassure him. He blushed and gave her an adorable little smile back.
Then he became a little bolder, gripping her hand harder and she instinctively matched the stronger grip on his cock. He inhaled sharply and his eyes fluttered closed for a moment. It was the sexiest thing she had seen in a long time.
“How does this undersuit thingy come off?” she purred at him. She wanted so much to actually see him, to actually grasp his blue flesh. His eyes flew open wide and he looked nervous again.
“Umm, the whole thing stretches down… or else there is a hidden fly right over here,” and he placed her hand off to the left-hand side. She considered the choice carefully. As much as she wanted to see him fully naked, just being touched was already new enough. Baby steps.
So she slid her hand into the hidden flap. She grasped his naked cock with her hand for the first time and couldn’t hold back her smile. He stiffened his back and inhaled sharply at the direct contact.
He was so hard, but the skin felt silky and smooth and warm to the touch. She also felt the dribble of pre-cum on the tip and for a moment she longed to take him in her mouth and taste him until he exploded. But slow, she needed to take him slow, she reminded herself.
Instead she coaxed him out of the secret folds, then turned down the blankets. She looked down to see her sexy blue boy for the first time.
He was thicker then she had imagined given his lanky frame, but still slender and long. The skin was a slightly darker shade of blue than the rest of him and he had no pubic hair. The head of his cock was flushed a color somewhere between lavender and pink, matching the blush on his cheeks and the tips of his ears. Then there were two perfectly normal looking testicles, except for the lack of hair and the fact that they were a dark blue.
Once she had taken him in, she looked up at his face, where he looked nervous and terrified once again. She beamed at him. He was so sexy, letting her touch him like this. Being exposed for the first time.
She gave him a gentle squeeze and leaned closer, kissing him tenderly on his lips to banish his nerves. He was surprised to receive the kiss, but returned it, feeding off her tenderness and she felt him relax. They shared long luscious kisses, her tongue massaging and reassuring his as her hand explored up and down his member. It was beautiful but it wasn’t enough. She could tell he was still holding back and she wanted more.
She moved into his neck and buried her face in it as she licked and sucked, still keeping a gentle stroke on his throbbing length. He began to moan softly and writhe next to her, from which action she wasn’t entirely sure.
“You have a beautiful cock,” she whispered in his ear. “It’s very very sexy.” His only reply was a sudden intake of breath and the excited twitch of his penis in her hand. He pressed it firmly into her palm and started to make the most intriguing little noises. Little murmurs and hisses that let her know how much he enjoyed her simple touch.
Then his hand curled back around hers to show her how to stoke himself harder. And she spread her fingers wide, allowing him to lace his own with hers. Only this time instead of simple pets, she grasped his cock firmly in a fist.
They began to beat out an increasingly faster rhythm, pink and blue fingers working together to make him gasp and shudder as they pleasured him.
A murmur of “Yes, oh you’re so sexy” slipped past her lips amid his vocal little sounds. She wasn‘t sure if he had heard her, but then he leaned in to moan against her neck. “It’s all you Roxanne. It’s all because of you. You make me so hard. You have for so long.”
“Mmm,” she gave a happy little hum. “I like that.”
And she kissed him hard on the mouth, this time her tongue sloppy and looking to challenge him, not reassure. She felt him smile in the kiss as he rose to the challenge and they licked and nipped at each other’s lips with raising tension.
Then she removed her hand from his and brought it up to her face, spitting a little in her palm. He watched her curiously and then she returned it to its rightful place on his cock. Now it was a bit easier to stroke him harder.
She focused her attentions on grasping and pulling his head, where she found dribbles of pre-cum on the tip waiting for her. She swiped them with her thumb and spread the wetness on the head, teasing the slit and causing him to wrap an arm around her and grab her nightie in a clenched fist.
She grasped him firmly in her hand and moved her wet thumb so it circled against the sensitive spot on the ridge where his head met his shaft. He let out a guttural sound and threw his head back.
“Oh don’t stop. Please don’t stop Roxanne,” he begged.
“I’m not going to stop until you come for me Megamind.”
At that statement his hips began to buck and he started to instinctively fuck her wet little hand.
She couldn’t smile any wider. He was so sexy like this, letting himself go for the first time, letting himself be touched for the first time. She started to grip him harder, making a tight fist for him to thrust into. And thrust he did.
He pressed his length as far as he could into her grasp, then reared back, allowing her to squeeze the tip and get more pre-cum to lubricate her hand before thrusting again. His hand gripped her hip as she worked him harder and harder. She nuzzled his taut face while she stroked and planted open-mouthed kisses on his neck as he writhed next to her. She found herself spellbound watching his blue cock slide in and out of her own peach grasp.
And as she listened to his delicious gasps and noises, her mind flooded with luring promises of the future.
Oh the things she wanted to do to this boy. She wanted to suck him and lick him, tease him and tongue him, pull him deep inside her and then ride him at a gallop. She wanted to teach him the best way to lick her to waves of orgasms and how to tease her entrance with this hard blue cock until she begged. She wanted him to fuck her in the shower, soapy and wet and slippery and wild. She wanted to tie him down as exquisite payback for all the times he kidnapped her, so she could play the villain and have him completely at her mercy. She wanted him to flip her over and go at her roughly from behind so hard that she could barely walk the next day. And she wanted to make love to him -- patiently and lusciously so he would know how completely and totally she did love him now. She wanted him. She wanted that cock and knew she was going to get it.
Because all that passion and promise was there in every thrust, every stroke, and every moan as she gave her inexperienced boy his very first hand job.
Without warning he came right in her hand, gasping and throwing his head back. She felt his cock twitch as he gushed and moaned her name, and she continued to stroke him until he finally finished. Her hand was drenched in his cum and a little had splashed on her nightie as well. And it was amazing.
He exhaled a deep breath he had clearly been holding for a while and she drank in his face. He was so goddamn beautiful like this, in the haze right after pleasure, an ecstatic grin on his face. She returned the smile.
“You did so good,” she purred. He blushed.
He was still so susceptible to that word - good. Years of being bad and now that was the best compliment she could give him. And she knew it. There was another long quiet moment between them, her hand still curled around his flaccid penis until she finally pulled it away.
“We should go get you cleaned up,” he said awkwardly. “I’m sorry I ruined your pajamas.”
“Shh you. There is no ruining. I’m so happy you came for me. I don’t care about the pajamas.” She gave him a thousand watt smile and he blushed again.
She carefully peeled back the last of the covers with her clean hand. They got out of bed and headed to the bathroom together.
Once they got there, her curiosity got the better of her and she made sure he was watching as she brought her cum covered hand up to her mouth and licked the sticky palm.
“Mmmmm.”
He tasted the way he smelled -- rich and musky and sweet, only stronger. And the little taste only increased her anticipation for the moment when he would let her taste him fully. She caught his gaze, which was agape in shock and wonder, his eyebrows up practically to his forehead. She couldn’t suppress the giggle. Then his shock melted into laughter of his own.
“I can’t believe you just did that,” he said with a chortle.
“Oh you better believe it. Whenever you want it Megs. You let me know and I’ll be there.”
“Do you mean that?” he said with a playful smile.
“Yep.” And she turned to finally wash her hands. Once they were clean she examined the cum stain on her nightie. Oh that would come out easily in the wash. She looked at him wiping the small splashes on his undersuit with a damp washcloth.
A wicked thought crossed her mind and without warning she stripped off the garment and threw it in the hamper in the corner of the bathroom, before walking topless back into the bedroom and pulling a nearly threadbare tank top out of the drawer. When she turned he was leaning in the doorway smirking at her.
“What?” she asked innocently, standing there in nothing but her underwear.
“You are evil you know Miss Ritichie.”
She giggled. Miss Ritichie. Like this was kidnapping. Though she couldn’t remember a kidnapping where she had been topless. She just smiled and struck a pose at him.
“Like what you see?” she teased. He quickly crossed the room and wrapped her in a big hug, twirling her around with glee. Then he kissed her, deeply, passionately. The kind of kiss that made her knees weak and her head spin and made her want to never stop kissing him because his kisses were more valuable then air. The kind of kisses that made her erotic imagination short-circuit, desperately wondering if he would be this intense of a lover when she finally had him.
Then she pulled the tank top on over her head and they crawled back into bed. They settled back into the middle together and her surprised her by pulling her in for a kiss that seemed almost nervous. When they parted she kissed his cheek and forehead tenderly.
“Big night for you, eh?”
He let out a sound that was both a sigh and a giggle. “Yeah. You could say that. I guess this changes things for us? Now that we’re… you know….” He looked bashfully at her.
“Hey,” she touched his face tenderly. “We’ll go slow. No rushing. I want to take my time and savor you ok?” He blushed hard at that.
Then she was surprised as he moved his head down to nestle his chin on the top of her breast and the rest of his giant blue head against her shoulder with a happy hum. She wiggled until she was comfortable and wrapped an arm around his back and he responded by draping a lanky blue arm over her waist. This was nice, she thought as she drifted off into peaceful sleep.
So this. This is one of the new things I’m working on. It’s not a multi-chapter fic really, and it’s not even truly a series. I’m calling it a sequence. It’s going to be a several fics in this vein, all about the first sexual experiences that MM/RR have in their new relationship. I’m calling it the First sequence (because I suck at titles).
So here you go, have at.
Title : First Touch
Summary : The best part of a new relationship is all the first little moments, sweet and sexy. Roxanne wants her boyfriend to sleep over but sleeping will have to wait when she finds out how much he likes having her snuggled up to him.
Pairing : Megamind/Roxanne
Rating : NC-17
Warnings : Here, have a handjob. Oh and this sex is super mushy and sweet.
Author Notes : Some people were talking about the Equestrianator this week and unintentionally provided me with the missing piece this fic needed. <3 You guys are awesome.
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“Mmmmm,” Roxanne let out a happy little sound as she shifted slightly.
She was warm and comfortable and she knew exactly where she was. She was curled on her side, arms resting on her boyfriend’s waist, her forehead resting against his as they cuddled on her bed. She was happy -- wait scratch that. Beyond happy. Somewhere closer to the vicinity of blissful.
But what time was it anyway? She shifted her head a bit to see her alarm clock. Ugh, almost midnight. They had fallen asleep on her bed again. The last thing she remembered was talking and laughing,
The subject of discussion tonight? The Equestrianator.
"You have to admit that it looked a little like a unicorn. You just have to," she argued pointedly.
"It was not a unicorn! It was a robot of unspeakable evil with a terrifying drill-like spike made to terrorize the populace Miss Ritchie!" he said with a goofy smile, wiggling his fingers at her the way he used to when she was tied to a chair as he was describing his latest evil plot.
"Yeah sweetie? You dangled me from a robot unspeakable evil that looked like it was straight out of Robot Unicorn Attack," she countered and he nearly doubled over laughing. "What's so funny?" she cocked her head at him. He wheezed for a moment then regained the ability to speak.
"Right before I made the Equestriantor I was playing that game. A lot," he choked out and she couldn't hold in a giggle of her own.
"I told you! Unicorn! I knew it!" she pointed at him, her own giggles feeding off his, creating a sort of laughing frenzy.
"ALLLLLWAYS," he crooned at her and she joined in "I WANT TO BEEEE WITH YOUUUU-" and they sang until they got to the ‘harmony harmony’ part and then they were laughing so hard they fell over on her bed. Where they proceeded to laugh and kiss and tickle each other then the laughter getting quieter and quieter until the conversation moved to more serious topics. Then her snuggling up to him. And him saying he should go home. But he didn’t move and then there was just blissful calm.
She looked over at him. Yep. He was out like a light. This wasn’t the first time this had happened, that their excited desire to talk for hours had eventually petered out with neither wanting to actually pull the plug. Just last week she had dragged herself out of the lair at about this time of night to crash in her own bed. But it had felt empty without him. And she couldn’t deny that she liked having him here tonight, or that she knew she would rest peacefully and totally in his slender blue arms if he stayed.
Or that having him here in her bed, even if it was just to sleep, was so so sexy to her.
She considered letting him sleep like that, on top the blankets, with his large blue head down near the foot of her bed and his socked feet grazing her headboard. But she would want her pillow or else her neck would be stiff as hell tomorrow. And maybe he would want one too. And if he was going to spend the night here for the first time, she wanted it to be because he chose to, not because she just let him zonk out.
She reached over and stroked his cheek softly, cupping his firm jaw line and running her thumb over his cute little goatee.
“Megamind. I think you should wake up sweetie,” she said tenderly. His eyes fluttered open and he looked up at her in a sleepy daze and she recognized a flicker of confusion.
“Oh no,” he muttered and yawned. “Did I fall asleep again?”
“We,” she corrected. “We fell asleep again.”
“Ugh,” he groaned and stretched. “I’m sorry.”
“Don’t apologize,” she leaned in and kissed him softly on his warm blue lips. “I like it when we sleep together. We should do it more.” He closed his eyes and held her tight for a moment, like he wanted to say something important but didn’t.
Instead when he spoke he simply said “I should go. Or else I’ll wrap the invisible car around a tree getting back to the Lair.”
But still he didn’t move. And Roxanne decided this was as good a moment as any.
“Why don’t you just stay here?” she asked. “It’s late and you’re tired. And I wouldn’t mind it you know.” She gave him a coy smile. He looked at her with a furrowed brow.
“I don’t have any pajamas. Or a toothbrush.”
“Can you just sleep in your suit? Or else you can borrow a shirt from me. And I have an extra toothbrush you can have. You… you could keep it here,” she offered up, it sounding more nervous coming out of her mouth then it sounded in her mind. She didn’t want to pressure him, but she didn’t want him to go. He seemed to consider her proposal before he spoke again.
“I can sleep in my undersuit. It’s the layer underneath. My suit.” He stammered out. “If that’s ok?”
“Of course,” she responded with a smile. “Why wouldn’t it be?”
He blushed. “Well it’s what I wear. Under my suit. It would be like… sleeping in my underwear,” he confessed.
That made her smile. He will still so hesitant about certain things, and anything sexual was high on the list. But that was ok. She was willing to take it slow. She pulled herself away from him and sat up.
“I just want you to stay the night with me. You could wear a paper bag for all I care,” she joked, trying to diffuse his nervousness. And it worked, he smiled and sat up.
She got up and opened her pj drawer. Usually she slept in a tight tank top and underwear but she wasn’t sure that was right for his first sleepover. Instead she pulled out a peach nightie. Yes. It showed some cleavage but it would completely cover her butt. She headed for the bathroom to change and when she came back, was surprised to find him still fully clothed. His jaw seemed to drop at her choice of nighttime attire and she couldn’t deny being a little pleased by that revelation.
“Umm can you help me with this? It has a zipper in the back that I can’t quite reach,” he confessed.
“How do you get dressed?” she asked quizzically.
“Brainbots,” he shrugged. She ran her hands along his back and felt for the small concealed zipper there. She drew it down slowly and saw what he meant by undersuit. It was a thin black spandex-like material. She watched him peel the outer layer off his arms and then look at her shyly before unzipping his leather pants and sliding them down his legs. Finally he removed his thin black socks.
And stood before her nervously in what he considered his underwear. She looked him over.
“I have never seen your feet before,” she remarked, breaking the tension.
“Really? Well, I mean, when would you?” He stumbled and then smiled. “I have no idea how I could have worked that into a kidnapping.”
“Me either. Huh.” She said, unable to tear her eyes from his ten slender blue toes.
“Is that good huh or a bad huh?” he asked and reached out for her.
“Just a huh kind of huh,” she looked up. “Is it weird if I tell you that you have cute toes?”
He snorted. “Of all the things you’ve said to me in the last two months, that is truly one that I never even remotely considered that someone would ever say to me.” She frowned. “That is a good thing Roxanne. You can call any part of me cute any time you want to.”
“Ok,” she relaxed, and put her hands on his waist. “Megamind?”
“Yes?”
“I don’t think I’m tired anymore,” she confessed.
“Me either,” he replied and then rocked her back and forth with a familiar antsy energy. “So what do you want to do now?”
“Let’s get into bed and we see if feel sleepy?” she suggested and turned down the covers and crawled into the left-hand side of the bed. He tentatively got into the right side and laid on his side to look at her.
She instinctively reached out for him and pulled him closer to the middle, closer to her. Once he got there he met her with a kiss and she felt the warm butterflies in her stomach. She tried to get comfortable but something about his body language wasn’t quite right. He was curling himself at an odd angle. She tried again to pull him close, this time sliding her thigh up against his.
And that was when she felt it -- his firm erection pressing against her leg. His whole body went rigid. She looked up at his face and he looked embarrassed. She relaxed her leg so it grazed slightly against him again and now he looked terrified.
“Hey. Don’t be embarrassed.” She tried to smile at him but he closed his eyes like he wanted to fall into a hole and die.
“I’m sorry,” he whispered, eyes still squeezed shut.
“For what?” she asked, legitimately baffled.
“Honestly?” he opened his eyes, staring into her own with a conflicted expression. “I have no idea. I just feel like I should apologize.”
“Well you don’t need to. It’s nice actually.” She pressed herself against his hardness, burying her face in his neck and letting her imagination run wild for a moment to think about what he looked like without the undersuit. “It’s nice to know that you actually want me.”
Suddenly his hands were at her shoulders pulling her back to look at him. “You don’t think I want you?” He was completely flabbergasted.
“I hoped,” she said slowly. “But you never said…. and I didn’t want to pressure you…” She trailed off.
“God Roxanne I want you so much,” he shook his head. “How could I not want you? I think about you all the time. You…..” He didn’t seem to know how to finish that thought but his eyes were wide and elated.
A big grin blossomed across her face and she kissed him hard on the mouth, stopping only a moment to nuzzle his large blue forehead with her own. He responded by giving her sweet kisses in return and sucking her bottom lip in that way he did -- the way that turned her on more than he could know.
That was it. Her mind was made up.
She reached out and ran her hand gently over the firm length in his suit.
He gasped and his eyes got wide in nervous surprise. She continued to move her hand slowly over his straining erection, and looked deeply in his anxious eyes. He looked like he was afraid she would stop at any moment, but when that didn’t happen, he simply looked torn between pleasure and nervousness.
“I’ve never done this before with someone…” he started to say awkwardly.
“I know.” She said reassuringly, still moving her hand against him in a slow rhythm.
“I just don’t know what to do,” he confessed, biting his lower lip, clearly embarrassed at his lack of experience.
“Here, put your hand on top of mine,” she instructed and he cautiously complied. “It’s easier if you show me what you like. Can you do that?” He nodded and cupped her hand in his own.
Slowly he moved her hand to lightly stroke himself over the top of the thin back material. He breathed slow shallow breaths as he rhythmically ran their hands from base to tip. She met his eyes with her own and smiled to reassure him. He blushed and gave her an adorable little smile back.
Then he became a little bolder, gripping her hand harder and she instinctively matched the stronger grip on his cock. He inhaled sharply and his eyes fluttered closed for a moment. It was the sexiest thing she had seen in a long time.
“How does this undersuit thingy come off?” she purred at him. She wanted so much to actually see him, to actually grasp his blue flesh. His eyes flew open wide and he looked nervous again.
“Umm, the whole thing stretches down… or else there is a hidden fly right over here,” and he placed her hand off to the left-hand side. She considered the choice carefully. As much as she wanted to see him fully naked, just being touched was already new enough. Baby steps.
So she slid her hand into the hidden flap. She grasped his naked cock with her hand for the first time and couldn’t hold back her smile. He stiffened his back and inhaled sharply at the direct contact.
He was so hard, but the skin felt silky and smooth and warm to the touch. She also felt the dribble of pre-cum on the tip and for a moment she longed to take him in her mouth and taste him until he exploded. But slow, she needed to take him slow, she reminded herself.
Instead she coaxed him out of the secret folds, then turned down the blankets. She looked down to see her sexy blue boy for the first time.
He was thicker then she had imagined given his lanky frame, but still slender and long. The skin was a slightly darker shade of blue than the rest of him and he had no pubic hair. The head of his cock was flushed a color somewhere between lavender and pink, matching the blush on his cheeks and the tips of his ears. Then there were two perfectly normal looking testicles, except for the lack of hair and the fact that they were a dark blue.
Once she had taken him in, she looked up at his face, where he looked nervous and terrified once again. She beamed at him. He was so sexy, letting her touch him like this. Being exposed for the first time.
She gave him a gentle squeeze and leaned closer, kissing him tenderly on his lips to banish his nerves. He was surprised to receive the kiss, but returned it, feeding off her tenderness and she felt him relax. They shared long luscious kisses, her tongue massaging and reassuring his as her hand explored up and down his member. It was beautiful but it wasn’t enough. She could tell he was still holding back and she wanted more.
She moved into his neck and buried her face in it as she licked and sucked, still keeping a gentle stroke on his throbbing length. He began to moan softly and writhe next to her, from which action she wasn’t entirely sure.
“You have a beautiful cock,” she whispered in his ear. “It’s very very sexy.” His only reply was a sudden intake of breath and the excited twitch of his penis in her hand. He pressed it firmly into her palm and started to make the most intriguing little noises. Little murmurs and hisses that let her know how much he enjoyed her simple touch.
Then his hand curled back around hers to show her how to stoke himself harder. And she spread her fingers wide, allowing him to lace his own with hers. Only this time instead of simple pets, she grasped his cock firmly in a fist.
They began to beat out an increasingly faster rhythm, pink and blue fingers working together to make him gasp and shudder as they pleasured him.
A murmur of “Yes, oh you’re so sexy” slipped past her lips amid his vocal little sounds. She wasn‘t sure if he had heard her, but then he leaned in to moan against her neck. “It’s all you Roxanne. It’s all because of you. You make me so hard. You have for so long.”
“Mmm,” she gave a happy little hum. “I like that.”
And she kissed him hard on the mouth, this time her tongue sloppy and looking to challenge him, not reassure. She felt him smile in the kiss as he rose to the challenge and they licked and nipped at each other’s lips with raising tension.
Then she removed her hand from his and brought it up to her face, spitting a little in her palm. He watched her curiously and then she returned it to its rightful place on his cock. Now it was a bit easier to stroke him harder.
She focused her attentions on grasping and pulling his head, where she found dribbles of pre-cum on the tip waiting for her. She swiped them with her thumb and spread the wetness on the head, teasing the slit and causing him to wrap an arm around her and grab her nightie in a clenched fist.
She grasped him firmly in her hand and moved her wet thumb so it circled against the sensitive spot on the ridge where his head met his shaft. He let out a guttural sound and threw his head back.
“Oh don’t stop. Please don’t stop Roxanne,” he begged.
“I’m not going to stop until you come for me Megamind.”
At that statement his hips began to buck and he started to instinctively fuck her wet little hand.
She couldn’t smile any wider. He was so sexy like this, letting himself go for the first time, letting himself be touched for the first time. She started to grip him harder, making a tight fist for him to thrust into. And thrust he did.
He pressed his length as far as he could into her grasp, then reared back, allowing her to squeeze the tip and get more pre-cum to lubricate her hand before thrusting again. His hand gripped her hip as she worked him harder and harder. She nuzzled his taut face while she stroked and planted open-mouthed kisses on his neck as he writhed next to her. She found herself spellbound watching his blue cock slide in and out of her own peach grasp.
And as she listened to his delicious gasps and noises, her mind flooded with luring promises of the future.
Oh the things she wanted to do to this boy. She wanted to suck him and lick him, tease him and tongue him, pull him deep inside her and then ride him at a gallop. She wanted to teach him the best way to lick her to waves of orgasms and how to tease her entrance with this hard blue cock until she begged. She wanted him to fuck her in the shower, soapy and wet and slippery and wild. She wanted to tie him down as exquisite payback for all the times he kidnapped her, so she could play the villain and have him completely at her mercy. She wanted him to flip her over and go at her roughly from behind so hard that she could barely walk the next day. And she wanted to make love to him -- patiently and lusciously so he would know how completely and totally she did love him now. She wanted him. She wanted that cock and knew she was going to get it.
Because all that passion and promise was there in every thrust, every stroke, and every moan as she gave her inexperienced boy his very first hand job.
Without warning he came right in her hand, gasping and throwing his head back. She felt his cock twitch as he gushed and moaned her name, and she continued to stroke him until he finally finished. Her hand was drenched in his cum and a little had splashed on her nightie as well. And it was amazing.
He exhaled a deep breath he had clearly been holding for a while and she drank in his face. He was so goddamn beautiful like this, in the haze right after pleasure, an ecstatic grin on his face. She returned the smile.
“You did so good,” she purred. He blushed.
He was still so susceptible to that word - good. Years of being bad and now that was the best compliment she could give him. And she knew it. There was another long quiet moment between them, her hand still curled around his flaccid penis until she finally pulled it away.
“We should go get you cleaned up,” he said awkwardly. “I’m sorry I ruined your pajamas.”
“Shh you. There is no ruining. I’m so happy you came for me. I don’t care about the pajamas.” She gave him a thousand watt smile and he blushed again.
She carefully peeled back the last of the covers with her clean hand. They got out of bed and headed to the bathroom together.
Once they got there, her curiosity got the better of her and she made sure he was watching as she brought her cum covered hand up to her mouth and licked the sticky palm.
“Mmmmm.”
He tasted the way he smelled -- rich and musky and sweet, only stronger. And the little taste only increased her anticipation for the moment when he would let her taste him fully. She caught his gaze, which was agape in shock and wonder, his eyebrows up practically to his forehead. She couldn’t suppress the giggle. Then his shock melted into laughter of his own.
“I can’t believe you just did that,” he said with a chortle.
“Oh you better believe it. Whenever you want it Megs. You let me know and I’ll be there.”
“Do you mean that?” he said with a playful smile.
“Yep.” And she turned to finally wash her hands. Once they were clean she examined the cum stain on her nightie. Oh that would come out easily in the wash. She looked at him wiping the small splashes on his undersuit with a damp washcloth.
A wicked thought crossed her mind and without warning she stripped off the garment and threw it in the hamper in the corner of the bathroom, before walking topless back into the bedroom and pulling a nearly threadbare tank top out of the drawer. When she turned he was leaning in the doorway smirking at her.
“What?” she asked innocently, standing there in nothing but her underwear.
“You are evil you know Miss Ritichie.”
She giggled. Miss Ritichie. Like this was kidnapping. Though she couldn’t remember a kidnapping where she had been topless. She just smiled and struck a pose at him.
“Like what you see?” she teased. He quickly crossed the room and wrapped her in a big hug, twirling her around with glee. Then he kissed her, deeply, passionately. The kind of kiss that made her knees weak and her head spin and made her want to never stop kissing him because his kisses were more valuable then air. The kind of kisses that made her erotic imagination short-circuit, desperately wondering if he would be this intense of a lover when she finally had him.
Then she pulled the tank top on over her head and they crawled back into bed. They settled back into the middle together and her surprised her by pulling her in for a kiss that seemed almost nervous. When they parted she kissed his cheek and forehead tenderly.
“Big night for you, eh?”
He let out a sound that was both a sigh and a giggle. “Yeah. You could say that. I guess this changes things for us? Now that we’re… you know….” He looked bashfully at her.
“Hey,” she touched his face tenderly. “We’ll go slow. No rushing. I want to take my time and savor you ok?” He blushed hard at that.
Then she was surprised as he moved his head down to nestle his chin on the top of her breast and the rest of his giant blue head against her shoulder with a happy hum. She wiggled until she was comfortable and wrapped an arm around his back and he responded by draping a lanky blue arm over her waist. This was nice, she thought as she drifted off into peaceful sleep.