Date: Monday, February 14, 2011.


    Location: Empire Suite, Four Seasons Downtown, Manhattan, New York


    Tyson and Felicia arrived back at the lavish Empire Suite after pulling off a daring heist at Oscorp Tower. Felicia was breathing heavily, a light sheen of sweat glistening on her skin, soaking through the tight black fabric of her cat burglar costume. In contrast, Tyson looked energized and refreshed as if the high-stakes infiltration had been nothing more than a casual stroll in the park.


    "Whew! That was a close one," Felicia exhaled as she collapsed onto the plush sofa, kicking off her heeled boots. Her green eyes sparkled with exhilaration, lips curled in a satisfied, cat-like grin.


    Tyson smiled, leaning against the wall with his muscular arms crossed, clearly amused by his date''s thrill-seeking reaction. "I told you I''d show you an unforgettable night on the town."


    Felicia let out a throaty laugh. "Most guys try to impress a girl with flowers. Not you, Tyson. Taking me along to rob one of the most high-tech facilities in the city? Now that''s a date!"


    She stretched her lithe body lazily, adrenaline still pumping through her veins. The skin-tight black outfit left little to the imagination, showcasing every curve of her athletic form. Tyson found his gaze lingering on her shapely figure appreciatively.


    "I have to say, this is the most fun I''ve had on a date...ever," Felicia purred. "The thrill of sneaking past those guards, not knowing if we''d get caught or make it out with the goods..." She shivered. "It really got my heart racing."


    Tyson chuckled. "Well, I aim to please." He sat down next to her, those odd-colored eyes meeting her green ones. "I could tell you were enjoying yourself. The way your eyes lit up when I made it through the laser hallway...priceless."


    Felicia bit her lower lip, regarding him with newfound interest. "You know, you''re different than other guys. And I don''t just mean the superpowers. You understand my need for...thrills." She placed a hand on his muscular thigh. "I like that in a man."


    "I aim to please, Felicia," Tyson said, matching her Cheshire grin with one of his own. "And I have to say, you were magnificent tonight."


    Felicia Hardy was a unique woman; daring, uninhibited, and yet intelligent enough to appreciate a partner who could match her wit and abilities. Meanwhile, Tyson admired those qualities, and the fact that she looked stunning in her sleek black catsuit certainly didn''t hurt.


    Felicia stretched lazily, "What can I say, I love a little danger with my romance," she purred. "And you, Tyson Smith, are positively thrilling." Tyson chuckled as he moved to the suite''s exquisitely stocked bar, pouring two glasses of wine. Felicia accepted a glass of wine from Tyson and took a long sip, eyeing him over the rim.


    Tyson set his glass upon the bar and turned, desire smoldering in his gaze as he looked upon Felicia. She had placed her own wine glass down and met his eyes boldly, a knowing smile playing about her lips.


    He reached out and placed a hand below her chin, tilting the thief''s face up to his own. Then he kissed her, firm and passionate. Felicia responded instantly, her lithe arms coming up to encircle his neck as she pressed against him. A throaty sound of approval escaped her and Tyson''s hands slid downward to grip her hips tightly through the sleek black fabric of her catsuit, pulling her roughly against him. They stood entwined in the exquisitely furnished suite, lost for a moment in heated passion before Tyson drew back to look down at Felicia''s flushed face.


    "I believe," he said, his voice rough, "that was one hell of a first date."


    Felicia''s green eyes sparkled with mischief and desire. "Oh, I don''t know," she purred, tracing a nail lightly down his chest. "I''d say the night''s still young."


    Tyson''s hands gripped Felicia''s hips tightly, pulling her lithe body against his muscular frame. She could feel the heat of his skin through the sleek black fabric of her catsuit. His lips trailed down her neck, eliciting soft gasps of pleasure as he kissed and nipped at her flushed skin. Felicia was lost in passionate bliss, her eager fingers exploring the hard planes of his chest and shoulders.


    And yet, in the back of her mind, she knew this was an illusion. The real Tyson was somewhere else within the exquisitely furnished hotel suite, his powers weaving this sensory deception that felt as real as if he was really with her. A thrill rushed through Felicia at the sheer intimacy of it. The thought of Tyson making her feel such exquisite sensations without even being physically present was incredibly alluring. She gave herself over completely to the experience, moaning softly as his phantom hands and lips worked their magic. The night was still young, and Felicia intended to savor every delicious moment with her new lover.


    Felicia groaned as he pulled her down to straddle his lap, her knees sinking into the plush cushions of the sofa. Even through the layers of their clothing, she could feel his arousal, hard and urgent beneath her. Strong hands gripped her thighs as she ground against him. She traced the defined muscles of his chest, gripped his shoulders, and ran her fingers through his thick hair. Every sensation felt real, tangible.


    Tyson was so tall that even kneeling, their faces were level. Felicia lost herself in his mismatched eyes, seeing her own desire reflected back. When his lips claimed hers again, she surrendered completely, trusting him in a way she had never trusted a lover before. His hands roamed her body possessively as she arched into him, hungry for more contact.


    "Tyson..." she breathed, consumed by sensation. She knew this was just a deception, a trick of the mind. And yet she had never felt more desired, more seen. At this moment, she belonged utterly to Tyson Smith, in body and spirit. And she reveled in the intensity of it. Felicia leaned back as her hands moved to the zipper at the back of her skintight catsuit. She slowly dragged the zipper down, the skintight fabric parting to reveal inch after inch of flawless pale skin.


    She shimmied her shoulders, guiding the top half of the suit down and exposing the black lace bra beneath, barely containing her full, rounded breasts. Tyson drew in a sharp breath, unable to tear his eyes away as more and more of her was revealed. She had the lean, toned body of an athlete, all smooth lines and subtle curves.


    As she peeled the suit down over her taut stomach, Tyson''s hands moved to grip her bare waist, thumbs brushing along the underside of her breasts teasingly. Felicia let out a throaty chuckle at his eagerness, continuing her sensual striptease.


    She stood briefly to shimmy the rest of the suit down over her hips and long, shapely legs. As she stepped out of it, clad only in her bra and a tiny black thong, Tyson openly admired her nearly naked form.


    "You are exquisite," he murmured, voice husky with desire.


    His large hands traced down her sides, over her flat stomach to grip her hips. He pulled her close, nuzzling against her breasts as she sighed in pleasure. Felicia ran her fingers through his hair indulgently as his lips and tongue explored her cleavage. She could feel his arousal, hard and insistent against her bare thigh.


    "I want you, Tyson," she whispered hotly in his ear. Her hands moved back to unclasp her bra, freeing her breasts.


    Tyson''s head dipped to take one rosy nipple into his mouth, sucking firmly as she cried out. Felicia was lost in the feel of his mouth worshipping her breasts, his hands roaming her now mostly naked body. She ground against him urgently, consumed with lust.


    "Please, Tyson," she moaned. She needed more of him, all of him. His illusion had her utterly intoxicated with desire.


    Tyson lifted his head from her breasts, eyes burning with lust as he gazed up at her. "Anything you want, Felicia," he rasped before claiming her mouth once more in a searing kiss.


    Felicia gasped against Tyson''s mouth as she felt his hands move to the bottom of his shirt, deftly lifting it upward. Still locked in a passionate kiss, she helped push the shirt off his broad shoulders, breaking their embrace just long enough to tug it free and toss it aside.


    Her eager hands roamed over his bared chest, tracing the hard ridges of muscle and sinew. Tyson was powerfully built, with the sculpted physique of a bodybuilder. Felicia traced her fingers over the grooves between each defined ab, eliciting a low groan from him.


    His hands moved to his waistband and Felicia''s pulse quickened in anticipation. She kissed her way down his neck as he stood, watching with rapt attention as he stripped off his pants and kicked them away. Tyson sat before her in all his glory, arousal evident through his tight black boxer briefs.


    Felicia bit her lip, green eyes darkened with lust as she took him in. This close, the sheer size and strength of him was even more evident. Tyson watched her reaction hungrily as she reached out to trace the hard ridge of his cock through the thin fabric of his underwear.


    "Mmm someone''s eager," she purred.


    Her fingertips teased him lightly. Tyson sucked in a sharp breath, abdominals clenching at her touch.


    "You have no idea," he growled. In one smooth motion he hooked his thumbs under the waistband of his briefs and tugged them down. His thick arousal sprang free and Felicia''s eyes widened. He was huge, bigger than any lover she''d ever taken. The thought of having him inside her sent a spike of heat straight between her legs.


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    She wrapped her fingers around his rigid length, marveling at how he throbbed in her hand. She stroked him firmly, eliciting a low groan as pre-cum beaded at the swollen tip.


    "I want this inside me," Felicia murmured hotly, pumping him. She swirled her thumb over the slick head and Tyson shuddered, gripping her shoulders almost painfully.


    "Fuck, Felicia..." he choked out through gritted teeth. His control was hanging on by a thread as she continued stroking and caressing his aching cock.


    Felicia was enthralled, never breaking her rhythm even as his hips bucked urgently into her grip. She could tell Tyson was close to the edge and she had no intention of stopping.


    "Let go for me," she purred. She increased her pace, grip tightening just shy of too much. Tyson''s eyes were wild, body coiled tight like a spring about to snap. When Felicia leaned in close, breath hot against his ear, and whispered "Come for me, Tyson," it pushed him over.


    With a ragged groan, he came powerfully over her hand and stomach, thick ropes of cum spilling out as she continued pumping him through his intense orgasm.


    Tyson was left gasping and spent, body trembling in the aftermath. Felicia gazed up at him with a satisfied, cat-like smile, licking one cum-slick finger clean.


    "Mmm, I''d say someone enjoyed himself," she teased throatily. Tyson just shook his head with a chuckle, pulling her in for a searing kiss.


    Felicia''s eyes widened in surprise as she tasted Tyson''s cum on her fingers. "Mmm...your cum tastes like vanilla ice cream," she murmured, before eagerly licking up more of the pearly fluid from her hand and stomach. The unusual sweet flavor was addictive and she found herself craving more.


    Once Felicia had cleaned all of Tyson''s seed from her body, she shifted position to kneel before him. His cock was still thick and heavy in her small hand. She stroked him gently, coaxing him back to full hardness as she gazed up at him with lust-filled eyes.


    "I want more," she purred, before taking him into her warm, wet mouth. Tyson groaned as her lips wrapped around him, tongue swirling to lap up every drop of sweet essence she could find. She sucked firmly, head bobbing as she took him deeper. The velvety heat of her mouth had him rapidly swelling again until he hit the back of her throat.


    Felicia moaned around his thickness, the vibrations sending intense sparks of pleasure through Tyson''s body. Her mouth was incredibly skilled, working him with just the right amount of suction and swirls of her tongue. She lost herself in her task, focused solely on coaxing out more of that delicious vanilla cream.


    Tyson''s eyes were dark with lust as he watched Felicia enthusiastically suck and slurp at his cock. Her platinum hair spilled over his thighs as she knelt before him like a woman worshipping. The sight of her pretty lips stretched wide around his girth, with her cheeks hollowed as she sucked, was incredibly erotic.


    "Fuck, your mouth feels amazing," he groaned. Tyson tangled his fingers in her hair, but didnt pull, letting her move at her own pace. Felicia hummed approvingly, doubling her efforts. She could tell Tyson was getting close again from the way his thighs tensed beneath her palms and they feeling of his abs clenching. She slipped a hand between his legs to fondle his balls Felicia massaged them as she sucked, bringing him right to the brink.


    With a guttural groan, Tyson came again, spurting hot creamy jets into Felicia''s mouth. She swallowed every drop eagerly, her throat working as she drank him down. The rich vanilla taste coated her tongue, sending a spike of heat straight between her legs. When Tyson was finally finished, she allowed his cock to slip from her warm mouth.


    Felicia sat back with a satisfied smile. Licking her lips, she purred, "Mmm...I could get used to this tasty treat."


    Felicia rose slowly to her feet, Tyson''s heated gaze following her every movement. She hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her lacy black thong, maintaining eye contact as she slowly dragged the fabric down over her hips. Tyson''s eyes drank in every inch of smooth, creamy skin as it was revealed. Stepping out of the skimpy garment, Felicia now stood before him in all her nude glory.


    Turning, she positioned herself with her hands braced against the back of the sofa. Arching her back, she looked over her shoulder and gave Tyson a smoldering, inviting look. His eyes roamed over her toned backside appreciatively before meeting her heated gaze.


    "I believe you mentioned something about us being far from done," Felicia purred. She arched further, displaying herself to him shamelessly.


    Felicia let out a surprised gasp as Tyson gripped her hips and pulled her down onto his face. She braced her hands against the back of the sofa for balance as she felt his hot tongue delve between her legs, lapping at her slick folds.


    "Oh!" she cried out, back arching at the sudden pleasure. Tyson''s strong hands held her firmly in place as he feasted on her pussy. His tongue swirled and flicked over her sensitive clit before thrusting inside her velvety entrance.


    Felicia rolled her hips shamelessly, grinding down onto his mouth. His nose was buried in her pale white down, inhaling her scent. She looked down to see Tyson gazing up at her, eyes burning with lust even as his talented mouth brought her pleasure.


    "Yes, just like that," Felicia moaned encouragingly. She ran her fingers through his hair, tugging slightly. Tyson groaned against her, the vibrations sending delicious sparks through her core. His tongue worked her relentlessly, lapping and sucking until she was right on the edge.


    When he sealed his lips around her clit and sucked firmly, Felicia came undone with a wordless cry. Her thighs trembled as intense pleasure crashed over her in waves. Tyson kept licking and sucking her through every pulse and flutter of her release.


    Finally, Felicia slumped forward, spent and panting. Tyson gently turned her in his arms so she was sitting astride him once more. Her face was flushed, eyes glazed with satisfaction.


    "Mmm, I''m impressed," she purred, tracing a finger down his muscular chest. "Most men are too impatient to properly warm a girl up like that."


    Tyson grinned wolfishly, one large hand coming up to cup her breast, thumbing her stiff nipple. "I told you I aim to please."


    Felicia gasped as his other hand slipped between her legs, thick fingers easily sliding through her slick folds to circle her still-swollen clit. She rocked her hips urgently, chasing the promise of more pleasure.


    Tyson''s cock was rigid against her thigh, more than ready for her. Gripping his shoulders, Felicia rose back up into her original standing position.


    Tyson growled low in his throat as he moved behind her, gripping her hips with strong hands. He ground himself against her backside, letting her feel his renewed arousal.


    "I''m going to take you just like this," he rasped into her ear. "Nice and deep."


    Felicia shivered in anticipation, pushing back against him eagerly. She wanted that thick hardness inside her more than she could express.


    Tyson stroked himself briefly before positioning the swollen head of his cock at her slick entrance. Gripping her hips, he slowly sank into her inch by inch. Felicia''s mouth fell open in a silent moan at the delicious stretch of him filling her. Once fully sheathed, Tyson gave a few shallow thrusts, letting her adjust. "God, you feel incredible," he bit out through clenched teeth.


    "So big..." Felicia whimpered, fingers clenching against the sofa. The ache of being filled and stretched so completely was exquisite.


    At her breathless urging of "Yes, please!" Tyson began thrusting in earnest. His strong hands held her hips firmly in place as he drove into her again and again. Felicia cried out, the pleasure building rapidly. Each deep stroke rubbed deliciously against her g-spot, ratcheting up the sensations.


    "Harder!" she gasped, pushing back wantonly to meet his powerful thrusts. Tyson willingly complied, driving into her with focused intensity. The lewd sound of skin slapping skin echoed through the lavish suite.


    Felicia was lost in ecstasy, her world narrowed down to the mind-melting pleasure of Tyson''s huge cock pistoning steadily in and out of her soaked heat. She moaned his name over and over like a prayer, clawing at the sofa desperately.


    Tyson slid a hand around to rub tight circles over her throbbing clit, ratcheting her pleasure impossibly higher. "Come for me, Felicia," he commanded roughly. "I want to feel you cum on my cock."


    His deep voice and the rhythmic stimulation were her undoing. Felicia screamed as she came powerfully, inner walls clenching and spasming around his driving hardness. Tyson groaned as he fucked her through every pulse of her intense climax before finally finding his own release deep inside her.


    They collapsed together onto the sofa in a satisfied heap of tangled limbs. Felicia sighed blissfully, utterly spent and sated. She stroked Tyson''s muscular chest as he pressed soft kisses into her disheveled platinum hair.


    "Mmm, you weren''t kidding about us being far from done," she murmured, craning her neck to meet his lips in a lazy kiss.


    Tyson just chuckled, wrapping his arms around her possessively as their heart rates returned to normal. "Oh, I''m just getting started with you, my dear Felicia."


    Tyson held Felicia close, her petite body nestled against his larger frame as they lay together on the plush hotel sofa. Their passionate encounter had left them both pleasantly spent, but the night was still young.


    Tyson brushed Felicia''s tousled platinum hair aside, pressing a line of kisses along the graceful arch of her neck. She let out a soft hum of pleasure, craning her head back to give him better access. His hands roamed over her supple skin, caressing her hips, her waist, the underside of her breasts. Felicia covered one of his hands with her own, guiding it up to palm her breast fully as she arched into his touch.


    Tyson nuzzled into her neck, fingertips teasing her pert nipple until it hardened under his ministrations. Felicia''s breathing grew heavier, a new spark of arousal kindling within her. She pressed her backside against Tyson''s hips, feeling his manhood against her.


    "Insatiable," she murmured approvingly, rolling her hips in invitation. Tyson nipped at her shoulder, his low chuckle sending vibrations through her.


    He slid a muscled thigh between her legs, parting them. Reaching down, he gripped himself, guiding the tip of his rigid cock to her slick entrance. Felicia tilted her hips up eagerly as he pushed inside her molten heat once more.


    Despite their earlier passionate coupling, the stretch and fullness of him entering her made Felicia gasp. In this position, with her leg hooked back over his hip, Tyson penetrated her even deeper. She shuddered as he filled her to the hilt, then began a steady rhythm of long, luxurious strokes.


    There was no urgency this time, just intense intimacy. Tyson held her close as he made love to her, their bodies fit together seamlessly. Felicia turned her head, meeting his lips in a passionate kiss. The kiss was slow but thorough, tongues languidly exploring. Each deep thrust ratcheted up the heat between them.


    "You feel so good inside me," Felicia whispered against his mouth. She reached back to grip his hip, pulling him even deeper. Tyson groaned, increasing his tempo slightly in response. His large hand splayed across her toned stomach, holding her firmly against him as he took her.


    Felicia was lost in sensation, in the feeling of him buried so deep, hitting new angles that made her see stars. She pushed her hips back wantonly, matching his rhythm as the pleasure built. Tyson trailed kisses across her shoulder, along her jawline, worshipping her with his lips, his hands, his body.


    Her inner walls clenched and fluttered around him as she came. Tyson groaned harshly. His hips stuttered and his pace became more frantic as her climax triggered his own. He held her tightly as he spilled himself inside her once more.


    They lay wrapped up in each other, heart rates gradually slowing.


    Felicia sighed in deep contentment. She couldn''t recall ever feeling so thoroughly satisfied by a lover. Tyson''s stamina and sheer skill were incredible. But she had a feeling this was still just the beginning of a very pleasurable night together.