Wake-up Call – Chapter 30

"Run this by me again," Taylor says as she tucks her hair behind her ear, the wind on top of this high building making it stream to her side in long, waving streamers of dark silk that glimmer in the twilight hour—

"Lisa?" she asks, cocking her head.

"Uh?"

"Are you… ignoring me?"

I blink a couple of times.

"Tay, I'm staring at you, barely keeping myself from drooling, and the first possibility you think about is that I'm [ignoring] you?"

"… That's not a no."

I groan. It takes some effort, because I'm desperately trying not to make some other noise.

I make the mistake of shifting on my feet, my long, light tan coat not loose enough that Tay doesn't briefly dip her gaze to my cocked hip—

[Lisa Wilbourn's reactions likely enticing—]

Yeah, I know. Well, I mean, I [hope so].

It's nice to get some confirmation.

"Right. Crippling insecurity. We'll need to keep working on it," I finally verbalize [something]. Hopefully, it will be adequate enough.

"It would help if you actually answered what I asked," she says, arms crossed beneath her bust in a way she doesn't realize makes me…

Damn it.

"And said question was…?"

She grunts. Then takes a deep breath and sighs.

Her chest does… interesting things.

"I want you to explain, again, and in detail, what the Hell we are doing here."

Oh. That.

"You'd usually be ecstatic about the chance to brag about your mastermind plan," she comments when I don't immediately start to rant.

She knows me so well…

[Lisa Wilbourn's infatuation currently heightened by—]

Fuck, I know. God, do I know.

"It's… All right, Othala should be obvious. She's a force multiplier not only with the immediate power-ups she can grant, but because the Empire's grunts can afford to be far more reckless than others. Every injured fighter can be back on the field in a matter of days rather than months, making a war of attrition against them a very, [very] stupid tactic. With me so far?"

She nods. It obviously wasn't this that she wanted me to clarify.

"Right. That's the more glaring tactical and strategical concern. The obvious one. But Victor? Ah, that's the jewel of the crown."

"And that's what I don't get. Isn't he like a less versatile Uber?" Don't arch that damn eyebrow, Tay, not [right now—]

[Lisa Wilbourn's need for—]

I [know!]

"On the surface? Yes. But… All right, how many times have you heard the term 'multidisciplinary team' thrown around like it's going out of style?"

"Isn't that basically marketing speech?"

"Sometimes, yes, but… Fine, picture a surgeon. That's a highly specialized skill set, one that takes years if not decades to properly develop. Yet plenty of doctors criticize surgeons because they always resort to… well, surgery. They see the human body mostly as a machine, as something to be fixed, while other doctors may have seen it as a self-correcting system and tried to help it heal itself. It's an oversimplification and a generalization, but do you see the point?"

She leans back against the rooftop's railing, her hands on her black jacket's pockets, her hair still flying behind her, still shimmering in varying shades of light and color—[fuck].

"Yes, fine. So Victor doesn't get blindsided because he never faces the 'when all you have is a hammer' problem. Because he has a full toolbox, so… Oh God." Her face slackens with dawning horror.

"Precisely. We are facing someone with centuries of accumulated knowledge, both propositional and procedural, who can attack any given problem from any angle he cares to. The PRT's threat rating is of him as a fighter, and that's already a nightmare because he's a martial artist, sniper, special ops, and whatever else you care to think about while having the intricate knowledge of human anatomy of… well, a [surgeon]. That's bad enough, but the real problem is when he goes from tactics to strategy."

"He's… I read he stole [boardgame skills."]

"Precisely. His tactical knowledge is as broad as whatever Empire kidnapped victim can be brought to supplement him, but he's also a propaganda and psychology expert. The Empire's recruitment rate exploded once he triggered, and that's not to mention what he's likely doing for their finances, all the while keeping every single facet of their broad plans seamlessly integrated with all others. Synergy, at a parahuman scale."

Taylor closes her eyes and pinches the bridge of her nose. I can practically hear her brain whirring as she processes angles and branching paths.

It's so fucking hot—

[Lisa Wilbourn—]

Right! Focus! I think the idea was to bring attention to the tip of my toes? Yes, a body awareness technique to be present and anchor myself so that I don't keep thinking about the throbbing heat—

Toes! [Toes!] Unsexy, not-Taylorish, toes!

"Are you sure you can do this?" she finally says, her eyes open, staring right at and through me—

Fuck it, Tay, you aren't making this any easier.

Just… Just try to focus on the Nazi menace. There, that should help calm down the worst part of it.

Deep breath. Toes. Fucking toes.

"I… I honestly don't know. It won't be easy, which is why I want you to bug their apartment as thoroughly as you can."

She turns around, showing her jean-clad backside to me as she leans forward on the railing, and she looks at the building across the street.

At Othala's and Victor's apartment.

My eyes lower, and I can't bring myself to tear them away from what the tight pants do to her round, delicious, biteable—

"I… I still am not that comfortable with this. With using the identities Coil discovered to attack them like this."

Fuck it. I can't hold back anymore.

I take a step toward her, and Taylor, oblivious to the danger she's currently facing—well, facing [away] from—keeps talking.

"It's one thing to do it while in the middle of a crisis, like with Bakuda, but planning to get into their lives, to use what we find to—Liz?"

Her question comes as I hug her from behind, my arms around her waist, my chest against her back, my hands crawling up her sides.

"Can you… Can you start planting the bugs right now? And just… just trust me?"

"I… I'm already doing it? Why would I not trust—"

My heart melts at her words. Which kinda explains why I'm kissing her from behind so hard right now.

Kinda. Because there's… well, the [other] reason.

"What is that?" Tay whispers as she looks at me from over her shoulder with a hint of alarm as my hands grope her breasts, and as…

Well, as I [grind] against her ass.

"Surprise?" I sheepishly answer.

Her eyes widen in panic.

"Tell me you didn't get a biotinker to—"

"What? No! I just—damn it."

I reluctantly let go of her breast and step back. Then I undo my coat, and my black slacks are not enough to hide the bulge.

So, under Taylor's almost mesmerized sight, I undo my pants and lower them to…

"You aren't getting [that] inside me," she immediately protests, turning so her back is against the railing and her arms are protectively crossed before her chest, palms facing me.

She's so damn [adorable—

Lisa Wilbourn's thinking likely impaired by—]

By wearing this damn thing inside me for the past hour. Yes, I [know].

"I… It's not so bad. There were plenty of bigger ones," I tell her as I point at the purple, double-headed dildo shimmering with my juices, which in turn points at her.

"Liz, that's the first time someone bragged about having something small down there."

"I'm not bragging! I'm just… [fuck]. Look, we can start slow, and if you don't like it we can… Drop it. Maybe try again another time? But, Tay, I've been wearing this for the past hour and thinking about doing this with you for days, and if you don't do [something] to me, I'm going to go insane—"

Tay is kneeling in front of me, which I can say is something I never expected to happen without a human Master involved.

[Alec—]

Shut up. Gross.

Also, I kind of should focus more on the way she's grasping—[hn!]

"Tay… That's quite… sensitive."

She looks up at me from beneath the silicon tube modeled after—from beneath my prosthetic cock? My dildo? The long-promised, not quite strap-on? What's the sexiest way to think about this? I'm really confused.

And not just because she's basically jacking me off.

"This is really wet," she comments, her tone completely, and humiliatingly, casual.

I bite my lip and try very hard not to grab her head and—

She licks the tip.

Fuck, fuck, [fuck—]

"It… tastes mostly like you. I thought the plastic would be more noticeable."

"A. Whole. Hour."

She looks into my eyes and smirks.

"So, when you picked me up with your bike…"

"Already inside me."

"And when you kept fidgeting, sweating, and I asked if you had a fever?"

"I wanted to push you against the wall, block the elevator's doors, and—"

She jerks it. Me. [Something].

This is [very] confusing. The fact I've got a silicon-coated tube stuck inside me with a small, bumpy thingy over my clitoris isn't helping my mental clarity.

"So… what you're saying is that you've spent the past hour desperately wanting to fuck me?" she asks.

She makes a circular gesture with her clenched hand, and the bumpy thingy grinds against my clitoris, and I see [white—]

"I just asked you a question, Liz."

I bite my lip once again, careful not to draw blood, and look at her.

She's smiling.

It's [that] smile. The one she has when she plays with me, when she discovers a new way I absolutely melt beneath her touch, or I cry out at her kisses, or I shiver just because she wants me to.

I'm in so much trouble…

"Yes. I had to… masturbate for a bit. Before putting it in. I had to get ready and wet for you, and then I wiggled it in, back and forth, until it got as far it could, and since then I've been waiting to grab your hips, pull your pants down, and stick—ah!"

She just… she just [licked me!]

From top to bottom, without breaking eye contact!

That isn't allowed! That's cheating!

[Lisa Wilbourn's concept of fair play—]

Fuck you! Me! Someone!

"A whole hour thinking about stretching my pussy around this thing, Liz? A whole hour thinking about me moaning every time you thrust your hips? Maybe making me lose my mind while you remained cool and composed?"

"A girl can dream—fuck! Stop that!"

Taylor's hand pauses mid-circle, the pressure on and inside of me not diminishing, but at least not varying in maddening patterns that—

She smiles.

It's [that] smile.

"Make me," she says.

And then uses my ample lubrication to make a back and forth motion that reverberates inside me even if the toy—yes, toy, that's a good way to think about it: playful, and not at all liable to be used as a weapon—[holy—]

I mean, even if the toy is still lodged inside me.

And Taylor keeps smiling.

… At least I didn't get the vibrating model.

[Lisa Wilbourn's regret—]

Just whose side are you on?!

"Are you sure you can afford to get distracted?" she asks.

And she gropes my butt, spreading—

"Nope, no, das isch verboten! Exit only, Tay!"

"So, you can plan to get [this,"] she jerks me. Presumably for emphasis, but I suspect seeing me bite my already abused lip may be another, masterfully hidden, motive, "inside [me], but I can't plan to get anything else inside you?"

"It would've been reciprocal! That's why it's double-ended; I could've just bought a strap-on with 'can dish it but can't take it' engraved and—"

"That's… a suspiciously specific alternative."

… I'm not sweating in dread. No. This is only arousal. Arousal that is not, at all, mixed with dread.

Shut up.

"I just came up with it right now?"

She tilts her head. As it still is beneath my [attachment], the effect is less 'curiously pondering something' and more 'I'm currently contemplating how to make your knees buckle, and your tongue hang out obscenely.'

Note to self: read slightly fewer Nanoha/Fate doujins.

[Especially] the futanari ones.

… Isn't the one with the dick supposed to dominate the scene? Taylor, you're going against established narrative conventions! You'll doom us all!

[Lisa Wilbourn panicking—]

Stop being useless and—

[Useless lesbian trope—]

I walked right into that one, didn't I?

Also, why are you licking up the drenched sex toy from base to tip, Tay? Why are you standing up? Why are you unbuttoning my blouse—

Why are you looking down at me with green eyes that make my knees buckle while slowly jerking the double-headed dildo in and out of me?

[Lisa Wilbourn in shock due to—]

Aaaaaaaaah!

"Do you really expect me to believe you just came up with the whole 'engraved strap-on' thing?"

She looks at me, with that arched eyebrow that always makes something flutter inside me, with that smile that—[fuck it.]

I grab her head, mash her lips against mine, and shove my tongue inside her mouth.

She muffles in surprise and protest for just a moment, but not long enough to give me false hope.

Mostly because now she's pinching my nipple, her hand pushed beneath my bra.

Fuck it. Hair pulling it is.

My fingers tangle through her tresses, the wind whipping them around us audibly, and I clench my hands, applying just enough pressure to make her moan into my lips and—

And press further, pinch my nipple harder, and start jerking the dildo in and out.

… I may have slightly miscalculated.

Which is a realization that doesn't come soon enough, because my knees just weakened enough that Taylor is dragging me down to the gravel-covered ground, pulling on both my breast and pussy, and I'm half-lying, half-sitting on my coat, but now she's pushing me down with her kiss, and…

I open my eyes, and above me there's only sky and Taylor.

… Oh God, how [bad] do I have it?

[Lisa Wilbourn's infatuation—]

Right. That bad.

She leans back, her breath scalding over my wet lips, her eyes wild with… with desire…

For me.

Taylor [wants] me.

[Reciprocity—]

Right. Right. I know.

It's just… It sometimes still catches me by surprise.

"We've never used one of these," she whispers, her voice like slow fire burning up my neck.

"True," I answer, almost breathless, and she pushes the dildo fully back in and grinds it down on me until my toes curl and I bite my lip [again], and I'm going to [need] that fucking Cherry Chapstick—

"Isn't this a bit of a jump? Couldn't you have started with something… tamer?"

"I…" I look up into her eyes, so much more vibrant than the sky around her, so much more expressive without her glasses shielding her from me. "I didn't… I just wanted to do something new. With you. Didn't even think too much after the idea got into my head."

She frowns, almost pouts.

I hold back the urge to nip the tip of her nose. It's a near thing.

And she resumes the slow in and out motion until I get cross-eyed and my jaw clenches.

"So, you got horny thinking about fucking me with… [this]," she jerks it, and my hips follow, "and didn't think to start slow and work up to it? How inconsiderate of you, Liz."

That smile. That [damn] smile.

"Is it inconsiderate if you were literally the only thing I could think about?"

She pinches my nipple with a bit more strength and twists it till I squirm—something that I stop doing [right away], because she's got quite a literal handle on me.

"If you were thinking about bending me over and having me panting while you shoved this in and out of me? Yes, I would think that's quite inconsiderate of you."

She pulls up my bra, and my breasts are exposed to the air. The left nipple hardens a bit more, the right one… Yeah. Not a lot of margin to maneuver in there.

Also, why are you standing up, Tay? Why are you—

Oh.

Striptease.

Nice.

I mean! I'm thoroughly confused by this set of events, and I can't quite process what your slowly removing your jacket is doing to my already drenched, aching insides. Yes.

Poor me. How defenseless I am. Won't you take pity on me?

[Taylor Hebert's body language indicative of purposefully—]

Yeah, didn't think so.

But at least I get to enjoy the way she pulls up her tight, pastel blue shirt (finally managed to get her to try it!), and the way her hands slowly travel down her sides and along the waistline of her jeans, and—

I lean up into my shoulders to get a better view and… Why's there a shoe on my chest?

"Lie back down, Liz. You aren't getting up until I'm done with you."

"… Stop, I can only get so erect."

She pointedly looks down at the piece of purple silicon standing straight up and cocks an eyebrow.

"… The joke makes more sense when I don't have an actual penis."

"You and your cartoons, I swear."

I lie back down, Taking the chance to take my blouse off and use it as a makeshift pillow.

Taylor looks condescendingly at me until I'm done. And then shimmies out of her pants.

She kicks off her shoes, and now I'm seeing her in just her cute blue bra and panties, and white knee socks that I never realized were a kink, but oh God, are they—

And she kneels on my face.

Of course.

What else did I expect?

[Lisa Wilbourn's expectations—]

I don't want a list, thank you very much.

"So, ready to make up to me your gross overstepping of boundaries?"

"If you mean you want me to eat you out, I don't think that would be too much of—[hn!] Stop playing with that! It's not conducive to a productive conversation!"

"Make me," she says, and I can [hear] the smile.

I can't see it because right now I'm looking at a cute set of blue panties with a damp patch that… Uh. The lady doth protest too much, apparently.

['No means no' usually considered—]

Fuck you.

Before Tay can come up with another way to keep metaphorically and physically jerking me around, I pull her panties to the side, and a warm, wet fragrance hits me—[focus]. My dignity hangs in the balance.

[Concept of dignity rarely associated with being sat on—]

I've got a pussy to eat. Your words hold no power here.

[Lisa—]

Nope. Clamping down hard on you, you aren't going to mess this up for –oh, [fuck], there's something else clamping down hard.

Because it looks like Taylor's getting impatient, and she's decided to test how much I can stand her fucking me with the purple dildo. The answer? Not a lot.

"Maybe you should quieten down. We aren't supposed to be here," she says. And somebody may even think she's not being smug about it.

Somebody who had a dreadful, terrible accident as a child and now needs an adult to take care of their most basic needs.

Somebody like Faultline, maybe.

Also, it may be time to mount my counteroffensive, which involves getting Taylor to mount [me].

So I get my hands around her soft, smooth, fit thighs and drag her down to me as I kiss below her legs, softly licking up when I hear her sharp breath, and then I kiss her right beside her labia, a drop of moisture wetting my lips that I take into my mouth with my tongue, tasting her tangy juices as her scent keeps assaulting me, invading me, making my head swim…

And she leans forward, lying her body over mine like we are going to sixty-nine, except—

Oh.

Kinky.

Taylor jerks my dildo up and down, almost pulling my hips off the ground, before she leans forward and takes me inside her mouth.

Well, not [me]. Just… Just the attachment. But… Hearing her doing it, feeling her forceful movement…

I need a biotinker—[I mean], the image is hot.

Yes. That.

Nothing more than that.

Because I definitely am not dreaming about Taylor biting her lip, looking up at me as I mark her as mine, as I get her pregnant—

…

Right, I've got literal years to figure out whether that's something we actually want, and we are friends with some of the most powerful Tinkers in the world. We have options.

And now I'm imagining a cute, bubbly thing with Taylor's hair and my smile bouncing up and down on Colin's lap as she tries to grab his beard, and I'm melting, but not in the way I should while Taylor fakes swallowing my cock, and oh fuck, how desperate am I for familial attachment—

"My jaw hurts," Taylor mutters as she leans back, right after the dildo gets off her mouth with a loud popping noise.

She's [still] jerking me off, though.

It is [very] distracting.

Thankfully, I've got quite a bit of practice at dealing with unwelcome, constant, nagging distractions—

[Lisa Wilbourn's pettiness—]

Love you too. Now shut up while I eat out my girlfriend.

My hands shift from her thighs to her ass, because I [know] just how much she enjoys it when I squeeze—

"Hn!"

Yes. Like that. Nicely illustrated.

Now stop pulling me up by [my]—

[Anyway]. Squeeze delectably bouncy cheeks, drag her down to my level—[heh]—and finally let her feel my tongue going past the very edge of her labia as I gather her honey and start circling her hole.

Also, as I try not to get cross-eyed. It's not that this is better than her fingers or her tongue, but it's just different enough that I don't know how to react, how to hold back my slutty, yearning moan as she increases her speed in short bursts only to then keep pressing down on me with those maddeningly slow circles, and—

I circle her clitoris with my lips, put my pointed tongue right against it, and suck as hard as I can.

I can feel her throwing her head back as she lets out her own desperate, barely controlled moan, and the smile tightens my lips around her.

So I take advantage of her momentary weakness to push her forward, to get her in front of me, and my lips leave hers, but my fingers soon pick up the slack as I plunge them inside her, because if she's going to get rough with me, I can definitely return the favor.

And she twists her hips and presses them back against me, which I guess means she's fully on board with that whole 'reciprocity' thing.

[Taylor Hebert's reciprocal feelings for—]

… Are you [trying] to make me smile sappily while I finger bang my girlfriend? Because I kinda need to focus to do this properly so she doesn't—

Fuck.

So she doesn't completely pull my dildo out of me, leaving me gaping and clenching around a sudden emptiness right before she dives down and sucks my own clitoris right into her mouth, and my eyes close shut as I try to breathe, but I can't, I can't because my whole body's locked up and my hips are lifting so I can press harder against her mouth, and I'm trembling—

And I come.

Obviously.

Of course I come while Taylor is eating me out, her pussy on display, almost drooling on top of my cleavage.

She may even be brandishing the dildo up high like some sort of barbarian shouting out their victorious cry to gods who shouldn't dress like a Manowar cover. Lawyers are scary, and divine lawyers should be doubly so, and…

Fuck it, I can't think about anything else. My body is currently mush melting under a tongue that's gotten far too familiar with me, and my mind is definitely not far behind, so I think I'll just lay here for a moment until I'm strong enough to return the favor, because right now—

Right now, there's something insistently poking at my entrance.

"Tay?" I manage to ask with an amount of effort I usually associate with titanic tasks. Tasks that would make the bards of old weep. Tasks that would make Sisyphus realize just how good he got it.

Like, I don't know. Getting out of bed.

[Without] coffee.

She doesn't answer, but her hand caresses the inside of my thigh, and I reflexively spread my legs, and—

Oh, [fuck!]

"Not everything at once, you savage!" I manage to protest.

Or I think I do. My intelligibility at the moment may not be up to my standards.

My hypothesis about communication not coming quite across may have some merit, because Taylor, rather than answering, tugs on the dildo to make sure it's firmly lodged inside me (which it [definitely] is) and incorporates herself before standing right over me.

Which means I get treated to the [spectacular] view of her clad only in her underwear and knee socks, as the wind whips her hair around her—ah, right. Been there, done that.

I wouldn't mind yet another repeat performance, truth be told.

Not when she looks down on me, her eyes burning so intensely my breath catches again inside my chest, not when she shows me so much desire, so much [undisguised] yearning that… that…

It's taken too long. Too long for us to get to this point where she isn't at all conflicted in letting me know how much she wants me.

And not long enough, because I would have spent decades helping her get here if she'd needed me to. And now I feel both happy that she doesn't and…

It's horrible of me to even think it, so I won't.

"You wanted to fuck me, Lisa? To spread me open with your plastic cock? To make me cum on and around it?" she asks, her voice something that sends a tingle straight through my nipples.

I nod, because I can't answer any other way. Not right now. Not with her eyes holding me like that.

"Too bad, [honey]," she says. "Because I don't think you'll be doing any of that. No, I think [I] will fuck you."

And she straddles me, flashing me her open, dripping pussy, before she lowers herself over my hips and…

And she looks apprehensively at the purple silicon pointing straight at her opening.

I [try] not to smirk.

"Shut up," she says almost by reflex.

I mimic zipping my mouth, and [then] I smirk.

"It's… not as easy as it looks, okay?"

I raise my eyebrows in a way I can only hope clearly convey that my silent answer actually is 'You're telling this to the girl that spent a whole hour with the thing shoved inside her.'

Going by her silent glare, I think she gets the message.

Also, she's competitive enough that she holds the thing (and I [don't] whimper, thank you very much), points it at her, lowers herself just a bit, just enough that it grazes her lips…

And I jerk my hips up.

"Lisa!" she yells in sheer panic as she jumps high enough she winces when she comes back down and her knees make an audible sound against my spread coat.

And I laugh.

"Weren't you going to fuck me, Tay? Promises, promises…" Butter wouldn't melt in my mouth.

Mostly because Tay's glare is kinda subarctic.

"I'd like to see you—"

"Oh, I [bet] you would," I purr as I waggle my eyebrows.

The way she flushes should count as a Master rating. Really. She's too cute.

Of course, as disarming as that is, it doesn't hold a candle to the way she, once again, grabs my dildo and jerks it up.

"Hn! Do you realize that's stuck in a [very] sensitive place?"

"That's what [she] said," she answers. And then beams proudly.

… Fine, I'm laughing.

But it's still bad.

"Well, yeah, that's what she said. But I thought you didn't want her to speak in the third person like a deranged villain," I finally manage to answer.

"That's bad."

"My brain's still leaking out between my legs; what's your excuse?"

She looks down at where she's barely touching the tip of the toy, then at me.

And then fidgets in the cutest way I've ever seen her do.

"I wanna try…" she mumbles.

"What?" I ask, not entirely certain I'm not having a fever dream. I mean, my face's burning, but that could have slightly non-medical explanations.

"I want to—I feel curious, all right? I've never had something like, like one of [those] inside me, and I thought I never would now that we're together, so, this, this thing could… I don't know. I just want to try, all right?"

I look at her. At the girl who so carelessly disarmed herself, slipped out of her dominant persona and let me see her weak, curious, playful, eager side.

"Tay… Kiss me."

She smiles. Not the arrogant smile that makes me shiver. Not the dominant one that holds me still. The shy one.

The one that makes me melt.

And she bends down, her body once more lying on top of mine, and our lips meet as my hands clasp her waist, gentle as I can be, my fingers barely sinking into the yielding flesh.

"I love you," I whisper against her lips.

"I know," she answers with a bit of a cocky smile that barely covers her nerves.

I shift beneath her, the dildo dragging down along the line of her sex until the elastic toy slips slightly upward.

"I'll be gentle," I tell her.

Her eyes widen as she stares at me, as her mouth opens in anticipation before she decides to say one last thing.

"I won't."

Her smile has an edge again, and it's partly façade, and partly that she feels secure enough that she can use it.

My own smile…

I don't know. I just know I can't keep it off my face.

One finger trails down her spine, and she arches her body up at my caress. The other cups her ass once again, her firm shape engraved in my touch.

I pull her slightly down as I angle my hips, and the dildo slides up along her, still outside her, but brushing her clit with enough force she bites her lip.

Then she grabs it and holds it in place, her eyes both giving me permission and demanding.

So I swing my hips back just a bit, let her position my fake cock…

And I push.

Her mouth opens in a silent gasp as I feel her first resist and then give in. The sensation is… strange. A bit like when she jerked me off, pressing inside me in different ways rather than moving in and out, but it's still pushing down on my clitoris, and that's more than enough stimulation that I have to suppress a small hiss.

We hold still, just for a moment, just looking into each other's eyes.

And then Taylor slides down a bit more, pausing every time her body asks her to, her arms trembling as they hold her weight above me, as her bra-clad breasts hang over mine and my nipples scream for her touch.

I take my right hand off her back and caress her cheek, my thumb tracing her soft lips, and she pushes herself down until everything's inside her, and we both hiss as the bumpy part of the toy presses right on top of our clits.

She gasps, looking almost exhausted, like she's going to run out of air, and I feel so, [so] stupidly proud at seeing her like that, on top of me…

"Tay… You look so beautiful right now…"

Her eyes widen just a fraction, a hint of hurt in them barely showing, and she looks at me, really looks.

At my trembling smile, at my open eyes, at me looking at her like I've never seen something like her before, and the world's changed now that I have.

"Don't… Don't make me cry. It would be so stupid if I cried the first time you… you penetrated me," she almost mumbles.

I shake my head.

"No matter what you do, how you react… This is perfect. Will be perfect. Because it's the first time we make love like this, and every time I find a new way to love you is the best day of my life."

She drops on top of me, her skin almost burning on mine.

"By definition, you can't have more than one best day," she mutters beside my ear.

I hug her to me, our bodies melding together in every way I can manage.

"I like a challenge," I answer.

And she lifts her face and looks down at me.

"Obviously. Why else would you be with me?"

So I tangle my fingers through her hair and drag her down to me until, once again, her breath scalds my wet lips.

"There are too many reasons to count. But most of them amount to me loving you more than I ever thought I could."

And she kisses me.

She kisses me till we are both breathless, and then she moves on top of me, her body sinuous, undulating, and every twist of our hips sends a gasp, a pant, or a moan out of the other.

I hold her body between my arms and caress her waist, cup her cheeks, grab her hair.

She pinches my nipples, kisses me breathless, bites my neck, my ear.

I tell her how much I love her.

She tells me the same, in different words.

And when she finally comes on top of me, when her body straightens from seductive, languid curves, and her eyes flutter close, when she looks so radiantly beautiful, the wind once more whipping her hair around her…

I come with her.

And then all is warm darkness as I feel myself drift away.

Even if a small, nagging part of me can't help but think that she will tease me relentlessly about falling asleep the first time I make love to her with a cock, false or not.

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This work is a repost of my most popular fic on QQ (https://forum.questionablequesting.com/threads/wake-up-call-worm.15638/), where it can be found up to date except for the latest two chapters that are currently only available on Patreon (https://www.patreon.com/Agrippa?fan_landing=true)—as an added perk, both those sites have italicized and bolded text. I'll be posting the chapters here twice weekly, on Wednesday and Friday, until we're caught up. Unless something drastic happens, it will be updated at a daily rate until it catches up to the currently written 85 chapters (or my brain is consumed by the overwhelming amounts of snark, whichever happens first).

Speaking of Italics, this story's original format relied on conveying Power's intrusions into Lisa's inner monologue through the use of italics. I'm using square brackets ([]) to portray that same effect, but the work is more than 300k words at the moment, so I have to resort to the use of macros to make that light edit and the process may not be perfect. My apologies in advance

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