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    Propping himself onto his elbows, he
smiled down at his mate, who was still flushed and dazed looking
from the pleasure.  He brushed a kiss over her swollen lips,
basking with smug pride at the look of satiated satisfaction on her
face.  
    Her first words knocked the smile
right off his lips.
    ******
    "Wow... that was more fun than I
thought it would be."
    Mr. Smug-and-Still-Kinda-Hard's smile
slipped away and turned to a frown as he looked down at her, his
cock flexing inside of her and making her feel even more
uncomfortable.  Not physically.  Physically, she was sore
but feeling wonderful, her limbs were all limp and her body was
flushed with a pleasant afterglow; even the thing inside of her was
happy.  Emotionally, however, Bethany was not as happy as her
inner monster.  She felt awkward and off-balance.
    Somehow, when she'd been thinking
about getting her cherry popped, she'd never really thought about
what came afterwards.  What was she supposed to say now? 
Thank you?  You rocked my world?  The latter was
definitely true, but for some reason she didn't want to say
it.  Just thinking it made her feel vulnerable... because she
might not have much experience, but she knew damn well that was not
a typical first time.  It wasn't even a typical
multi-time.  Whatever had happened, there at the end... that
went out of the bounds of anything that had ever been described to
her.
    The hurt look that Steele gave her
made her wince, but before she could think of something else to
say, that expression had already melted away to a much
more mischievous, plotting one.  
    "Fun, hmmm?" he asked, practically
purring as he rocked his body against hers.  Bethany gasped,
her fingers coming up to grasp his biceps as an aftershock of
ecstasy rippled through her, her swollen and sensitive clit
tingling from the contact.  "I can show you a lot of fun,
sweetheart.  We can have fun all night."
    Her body was screaming ‘Hell Yeah!’
but her mind was already throwing up warning signals.  Not
just because of the way Mr. Cocky-and-Proud-of-It was looking at
her so possessively, but also because the monster inside of her was
rolling around happily.  She didn't trust the thing - how
could she?  It was unnatural; it wasn't a real part of her, it
had been created in a lab, so how could she trust any of what it
wanted?  Having sex with him was one thing, but it wanted her
to stay all night, not just for sex, but for cuddling and
sleeping.  It wanted her to stay all night,
every night.
    No.  Just hell no.
    She had a lot of living that she
planned on doing, and she didn't care what the thing wanted - its
desires and hers were not one and the same on most things. 
Even if Steele did smell even better than before and even if her
body was already aching to see what else he could
do. 
    Fortunately, she was given a bit of
relief when he suddenly lifted his head and sniffed the air.
 "Shit!  The potatoes!"
    And just like that, Bethany found
herself alone, on her back, and still half-naked.  Her body
immediately felt his loss, even as she giggled at the way he'd
bolted.  Now that he'd said something, she could smell the
potatoes too - they'd be a little crispy on the outside, but not
truly burnt.  She was actually thankful to some damned
potatoes because they'd given her the opportunity to collect
herself.
    She could hear Steele
moving around in the kitchen while she went to the bathroom to
clean herself up.  The cum sliding down her leg was something
else she hadn't thought about.  Next time, she was definitely
wearing panties, or at least bringing some with her.  Catching
herself humming as she fantasized about the next time  with Steele while she
washed her hands, Bethany scowled at herself in the
mirror.
    There would be no next time with
Steele, dammit.  The guy was way too possessive already, and
once she made it clear that she'd just used him to get her cherry
popped, she doubted he'd want much to do with her