The Education of Anna-Marie 6 (Patreon)

There was something to be said for inexperience, Emma thought once more. She could combat an experienced man in order to have things her way, but it was an ordeal and most men weren’t gracious in defeat.

Scott, though, would satisfy any fantasy of hers, just so long as he thought it would bring her pleasure—that it was the ‘right’ way to have sex.

The thought absolutely tantalized her with taboo possibilities. She wanted his cock first, though. She had to be the first to break it in. And she would do it on top of him. Scott might end up in the missionary position, especially with Jean in her life, but she’d start him off knowing how good it felt to have the woman ride.

Emma shut her eyes as his handsome face closed with hers, meeting her lips with his own. The contact was electric. It teased her tongue out of her mouth and into his, to explore the unfamiliar territory behind his soft lips and tag his own tongue.

His hand squeezed and rubbed at her long, coltish legs, experimenting with their firmness just as he’d felt out her breasts. His tongue chased hers back into Emma’s mouth, whipping between her cheeks until all the blonde knew was rushes of delight and a desire for more.

“Mmmm,” she sighed into his mouth, letting out a tiny fraction of what she felt through her psychic powers. Keep enjoying my legs, Scott—I’m certainly enjoying this kiss. In fact, I think you could enjoy me a little more…

Still locked in their searing kiss, she felt Scott’s hand slide up her toned thigh, feeling the smoothness of her bare groin give way to the tiny thatch of pubic hair. As damp and glossy as the rest of her womanhood, but this wetness wasn’t to be slipped on.

It ensnared Scott’s fingers. He combed through them to her slit, the air blasting out of Emma’s lungs as he searched, examined, probed with the gentlest of movements, pausing when he found her clitoris.

The discovery sent a lightning bolt through Emma, one even Scott noticed in her bodily jerk and scream of psychic ecstasy, and he lingered there to toy respectfully with the powerful pleasure locked inside that portion of her anatomy.

His lips slipped off hers, moving down to caress her delicate throat with the same pleasurable motions of mouth and tongue that had exhausted her lips. Emma moaned joyfully, feeling his kisses move inexorably down to her breasts.

“You’re a magnificent lover, Scott,” she breathed through her bruised lips. “Are you sure this is your first time, my sweet pet?”

“I’ve done some things with Jean,” he said against her tight nipple. “But nothing like this. Nothing where… I can’t help myself. Your body’s like a feast—I’m starving.”

“Starving indeed!” Emma tittered. Her hips jittered, stung by the titillating education Scott took of her clit. He was learning everything about how she liked to be touched. “Eat as much as you want, dear boy. Stuff yourself. I’ve tried to make you feel good… oooh… but it’s nothing like what you’re making me feel!”

“I love you, Miss Frost,” Scott gasped out. “I love you so much!”

Then he took as much of her breast as he could into his devouring mouth.

Love? The word rang in Emma’s head like thunder after lightning. She’d realized that this would be a momentous occasion, but not that Scott would take so much from it. But she was enjoying herself, and he was enjoying himself—she wondered if perhaps Scott didn’t have the right idea. She might be wrong to be so blasé about what felt so good…

Emma could go to bed with this every night… wake up to it every morning… and as he learned, Scott would only get better and better…

Every nerve in Emma’s body pulsed with luscious delight. It was an absolute thrill—total and wicked and decadent—to think that she was Scott’s first, the benchmark he would compare all other women to. How many men had forgotten her, in a blur of sexual partners? How many would she fail to recognize a week after they’d given her an orgasm? But this… oh, this was immortality.

Emma stretched out her hand to Scott, returning his touch, and found his prick even stiffer and more ready than she could’ve hoped. Scott knew how to appreciate a woman of her caliber.

She gently rolled her grip up and down his substantial manhood, smiling against his lips while his own fingers deliciously toured her engorged labia. Without really thinking about it, she guided Scott between her legs with the urging motions of her hand on his member.

Scott felt aware in a way that he only had been in the heat of combat: Zen, fully knowing every facet of the battlefield and his team without having to think about it. He was far more confused now, but he knew something awe-inspiring was in motion. His body and mind both wanted it, but didn’t know what it was. He was both cautious and in an adrenal rush, needing it now-now-now.

“Are you nervous, darling?” Emma asked him softly, smiling with a coyness that hung between teasing him and soothing him.

“A little,” Scott admitted without breath.

“Don’t you think I should be the one that’s nervous?” she whispered back. “I don’t know how well you’ll do. But you… do you really think there’s any chance I won’t be spectacular?”

Scott laughed nervously. Emma smiled with him, letting go of his throbbing erection and running her hands up his quaking legs, feeling the gooseflesh and the thick muscle too. He was almost all man—all but his mindset. That would change when he saw the pleasure he could give her.

“Having second thoughts?” she cooed.

“No… just taking my time with those first thoughts, I suppose…”

“We don’t have to, you know,” Emma said, letting a little affected dubiousness into her own voice. “I wouldn’t want you to tell the others about this. And if there’s nothing to tell…”

“No, Miss Frost! I wouldn’t tell. I promise. Not on you… I’d never do anything to hurt you…”

“What a shame,” Emma teased. “It might be a little fun, getting hurt by you. You have no way of knowing this, but a cock like the one you’re packing will always hurt a girl—just a little. I imagine it’d scare Jean to pieces. But a woman with some experience, like me… she knows the pain is worth it. Still, you will be careful, won’t you? Just put it in a little. I don’t know how much I can take all at once with a prick like yours…”

Scott’s quietly studious face rebelled, absorbing each new piece of information she gave to him. Riding a roller coaster of fright and excitement. He hated the thought of causing her pain. He loved the excitement he detected from her, her desire shining through her careful warning.

Emma sensed it all, not just on his face, but blaring out of his thoughts. But she was teasing herself just as much. The knowledge that all his disarray would end with her devouring him, inch after inch of him, in her longing sex… she couldn’t wait to find out exactly how it would feel.

“Put it in, Scott,” she breathed. “Take it in your hand and lead it to my opening. But just touch it there. Put the head where I’m open and feel your way inside… feel what it’s like to be fucking me, just a little…”

Scott came up to his knees over her, watching exactly what he was doing with that one ruby eye. There would be no mistakes. Scott didn’t allow himself any in the X-Men—he certainly wouldn’t permit one now. He brought his cockhead to the diamond of her pubic hair, touching it one last time as if for luck, and then he pressed it to her slit. His aim was a little high, but the feeling still took his breath away.

Emma crooned herself, enjoying the whole process: being both voyeur and participant, as she watched Scott figure out her pleasure. He was so serious in figuring out this deceptively simple act. He moved so carefully that he made himself clumsy, a frightened look on his face and uncontrollable passion radiating from his body.

He wouldn’t fail, Emma knew. He wanted it too much. Even if her somehow lost his erection, he would still make her come from sheer force of will if he had to.

His engorged cockhead brushed at the junction of her thighs, making Emma keen just a little as she got a taste of their meeting, but no more than a sample. His red sunglasses were suddenly very fitting—Emma realized his eyes were as glazed over as the insensate ruby quartz could ever be.

Scott couldn’t see anything in his madly lusting state. She reached out to his erection, wanting to satiate herself as much as end his torment.