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into the bowl. “Now comes the rule. We eat with utensils. You know what a spoon is?”
    “Of course I know what a spoon is,” she scowled at him. “I don’t need one though.”
    “Use one anyway.” He slid the shiny object across the counter.
    Reluctantly, she picked it up. In short order, a very pretty naked woman was sitting at his kitchen counter eating ice cream. She almost looked civilized, save for the cascading green locks and the wicked purple eyes, which were gleaming with happiness. It didn’t matter if the woman was wild or not, William mused to himself, chocolate solved a whole lot of problems.
    “Now,” he said. “Clothing.”
    “My clothes are in the bath.”
    “Those clothes are not ideal,” William said. “When you’re working, you’ll wear armor. Around the house you need to wear something else, a dress maybe? You like skirts?”
    “I don’t care about clothes,” she said, picking the bowl up and licking it. “I want more of this.”
    “Well, if you want more of that, then you need to wear something. Not that I necessarily mind you naked,” he said, winking. “If you want to run your bare bottom around this house, I am sure I can adjust.”
    Sarah scowled at him. “What are you talking about?”
    He realized that she’d never been hit on before. She didn’t know what flirtation was. Her innocence was somewhat endearing, though it was tempered with the scowl. Yet thinking back to the bath, he knew she was certainly receptive to a man’s touch.
    Moving around the counter, William closed the distance between them. All thought of clothing her had fled his mind. Hunger was rising, piqued by the hardening of her nipples in subconscious response to his proximity. Her violet eyes widened, her pupils enlarging. Her shoulders straightened and her back lifted and she thrust her breasts out toward him.
    “You’re beautiful,” he said, his voice low and husky. “And your body is gorgeous, and I can’t keep my eyes off it.” He reached out and ran his hand down her back and cupped her bottom, squeezing her bare cheek. It was so soft and yet firm, the perfect shape to fit into his large palm.
    Sarah did not object. If anything she moved so that he could touch her more freely, pressing her chest against his armor, which was suddenly so constricting he wanted to tear it off. Lowering his head, he let his lips brush against hers in a soft kiss. Her lips parted instinctively, allowing his tongue to gently penetrate her mouth and find her tongue. Slowly, he let his mouth seduce hers, lapping and swirling and kissing with gentle insistence. She tasted like chocolate and freedom, and though she had almost certainly never been kissed before, she responded to him with an instinct that also made her spread her thighs, inviting him to stroke the lips of her pussy.
    He was going to fuck her. That was a foregone conclusion. The tight pussy seeping juices onto his waiting finger was going to be wrapped around his cock soon. He let the finger drift between her lips and tenderly teased the outside of her channel.
    Breaking their kiss, he looked down at her tenderly. “Do you want more?”
    She nodded, then squealed as he picked her up and carried her off, not to the little room that was hers, but to a bigger space right at the very top of the house. There were more windows than walls up there in his bedroom, which commanded views of not just the city, but the wilds outside the dome. He loved being up there, and having his naked wild woman with him made the view all the more exquisite.
    Sarah sprawled on the bed, the wet slit of her pussy inviting him in. Perhaps he should have taken things slower, perhaps he should have spent more time in seduction, but her body was ready and he could not hold back any longer.
    Covering her body with his own, he pressed his cock between her lips and began sliding into her pussy. She was tight, and he heard her gasp once or twice, but the sensation of her slick, hot, tight