I’ll never forget him either. He’ll be the last thought I have when I take my final breath.
The tiny thread of pain winding through me from his bite thickens into something else, an ache that wraps around my heart and makes me suck in a breath. He stiffens, rubbing his chest like he feels it, too.
Pushing his hand away, I kiss him right where I know it hurts. Then I press my cheek against his sternum and listen to his pulse drum out a song that sounds just like mine.
It saysThis might be the end.It saysAll I want is you.It saysLet’s run away.
I would run if I could. Pick him up and carry him on my wobbly legs, take us someplace else where nobody will keep us apart. But I can’t, so I just scrabble the sash of his tunic open so I can drink up the smell of his skin and taste the lines that describe the shape of his bones and muscles.
His hands slide from my shoulders down to my waist, walking over my ribs like he’s counting them. His thumbs press into the hollow of my hips as he drags me against his body. I can feel how much he wants me in the hot, insistent throb of his cock through the fabric of our clothing.
My core gives an answering pulse, heating me from inside. Oh, I want this. I know it will cost me, and I want it anyway.I melt into him, sliding one trembling hand down his stomach to palm his shaft. It fills my hand, comfortingly thick and solid and...huge.
Oh, he’s going to ruin me for anyone else. That’s the price I’ll pay, though, because I know...Iknowthat there’s no one else in the universe for me.
I squeeze his hardness, and he falls back into the grass, supporting me on top of him so he cushions my landing. It’s like falling into a mattress, an exhilarating kind of comfort.
Propping up to a sit, I straddle his ribcage. The posture makes my borrowed wrap tunic split open in the front, exposing me, but my modesty is long gone. His thumbs stroke my inner thighs as I lean forward to kiss him.
I let gravity bring us together until our lips brush just as his gentle, patient petting bumps against my clit. His other hand grips my waist, half support and half firm guidance as he urges my hips forward so I’m grinding forward against his thumb and then back so my ass bumps against the head of his cock and then forward again.
Delivering and promising, a melody and a chorus.
Oh my word.Nothing’s ever felt like this. I want to tell him out loud. I want to sing it.
But every minute of silence is another minute of safety, so I let it out inside, let it sing through my body in the form of a shuddering, breathless orgasm that makes my temples pound from the force.
My fingernails dig into his chest as I slump forward, trying to regulate my breath before it turns into a moan. Oljin’s touch is so delicate as he holds me while I calm. Likethe way you might deliver a cup of tea to someone you love so it doesn’t spill.
I’ve never had a partner with this kind of patience. Most men would be pushing my head down by now, greedy for their turn. I thought that’s just how it was. The funny thing is that they’d be a lot more likely to get what they wanted from me if they just waited another couple minutes and let me come up with it myself.
Spending my last moments of freedom tasting Oljin’s cock suddenly sounds like a wonderful idea. I shimmy down his body and untie his sash as fast as I can. I have to figure out the knot by feel because my eyes still won’t focus on anything, and I end up using my teeth to rip out the last twist of the fabric.
He shakes with silent laughter at my impatience but stops as soon as I tug his pants down and put my mouth on him. His hips buck up involuntarily, and it’s my turn to swallow my giggle. My turn to make him feel good.
I can take my time, too. Floating on my afterglow, I tease and test every part of his cock from the slightly flat, clefted head to the wide, hairless base and the heavy sac beneath, enjoying every jolt and twitch I can coerce from him.
Warm, slippery liquid oozes over my tongue, sparking my tastebuds. He has the bright, bitter tang of orange peel, and I lick it up. It’s so good, it stokes my craving to have him inside me any way I can.
Using both hands, I squeeze out even more, and his pelvis twists with pleasure underneath me. No matter how much I get, it’s not enough, so I don’t stop, not even when we’re both struggling to contain our sounds. It takes all my concentrationand strength to perform the task, though, and I can feel my sapped muscles trembling with the effort.
Oljin notices and slides a hand around the back of my neck to support my head, replacing my hands with his free one to milk his own shaft. He does all the work, feeding me fresh drops until he can’t stand it and pulls away from me with a gasp.
It’s fine. I was at my limit, too. I’ve realized my craving for him has moved deeper.
With his help, I crawl up to position him at my slick, swollen entrance. His broad tip stretches me as I push back against it. I was so confident this would work, but now I’m not so sure I’ll be able to take him. It’s been years since I had anyone inside me, and even then, none of them were as big as he is. Maybe I can’t anymore.
I press harder, and the head of his cock slides inside, my flesh burning slightly from the stretch. My core grasps at him with enough force that it almost pushes him back out. He strokes my cheek, nodding his encouragement as he nudges his way to the point he was before, then a little beyond.
The stretch is exquisite, sending electric signals zipping through me as my body struggles to accommodate him. It’s so good and so scary at the same time. I’m already at my limit and there’s so much more to go.
He grasps my shoulders, squeezing them to tell me I should be patient. To take him slowly. That we have time.
But we don’t. Not if our unwelcome visitors are who I think they are.
I wriggle my hips, sinking a tiny bit further down on his length. I can’t wait. I won’t make it through another captivity if I can’t have this first. If I can’t havehim.
He wraps both arms around my waist, pinning me in place so I can’t rush it. Instead, he circles his hips, dipping in and out of me, movements slow and reverent. Bit by bit, my clenched channel loosens enough to let him inside. Every heated slide gets us incrementally closer and never far enough.
