Where’s the bed?
My eyes flew open to see the ceiling, up and close and personal. “Oh my god, don’t stop! Saaaaammmm . . .” I didn’t recognize the harsh scream of my own voice. I reached up, pressing my palms into the ceiling while trying to push my pussy back into his face as he smirked at me, full of male pride, from between my legs while hovering impossibly above my bed with his body lit up like the sun.
Holy fuck.
“Please,” I moaned.
“Do you want more, love?” He darted his tongue out to wet his lips.
I blinked. It was forked like a snake’s.
I blinked again when I realized exactly how long it was.
Or was it?
It looked normal again. “I can be anything you need me to be,” he answered mysteriously.
“I want . . .” How could I ever know what I wanted when it seemed as if I could have anything? “I want it all.” I finally answered, laughing to myself when I realized nohumanwould get near my happy place ever again, just like I’d vowed.
“Then you shall have it.” As if kicking gently up from the depths of a pool, he rose the remaining inches that separated us until my hands pressed to the ceiling again, legs spread wide with his tongue wrapped around my clit.
“Mmmmm . . . yessssss.” One movement told me we were weightless, but instead of falling into a fit of vertigo, I just went with it.
I palmed his shoulder and guided him to pivot around so I could return the favor. I tugged at him until his legs hovered on either side of my head to cage me in, hot and hard against the ceiling, giggling as his cock tickled my nose. I reached for him, licking out with my tongue until I could grip his hips and fill my mouth with his hardness and suck him into place. He was all mine now.
“Anna,” he gasped as I stroked him with one hand and licked hard at the tip. We were floating in a wild sixty-nine up against the ceiling fan in my bedroom, with no leverage other than our grabbing hands and hot sucking mouths.
Could one die from an orgasm?
I had heard it called a little death before but never understood why until now. I let him slip from my mouth. “I need you,” I panted in between licks. A yearning desperation filled me as suddenly his tongue was no longer enough. My legs spread wider as I arched into his face and my body writhed in uncontrollable waves. “Get inside me again, Sam. It hurts. I need you—please.”
He pulled back and kissed my pussy like he would my lips. “You need my seed, love. It is how we become.”
“Become . . .?”
“How we become more.” His hands at my hips tugged me down, down, down against the bed, until I felt the tip of his cock poised at my entrance once more. My hips strained against his hands with the need to feel him have me again.
I couldn’t concentrate on his words. His explanation was lost in my mind, as all I could focus on was the need to feel him back inside me. “More? Ah, please . . .”
“You called to me as I called to you. Let me fill you up and make you mine, Anna.”
“God, yes. I feel like I would die without you, Sam.”
“You would.” He was grim as he surged into my core, slamming me into the mattress. “We can never be apart now. We are one. We will each give as much as we take.” His hands pressed down on either side of my head, my breasts flattened against his chest and he filled me over and over with his relentless, driving thrusts. I was overpowered and undone as I became something impossible, something I had only started to understand mere hours ago.
Everything turned blurry. My vision filled with shimmering stars in the dim light of my room as my body became one with Sam’s. His strong hands moved down my body to grip me tight on my hips as he pulled me relentlessly onto his cock, taking me harder . . . deeper . . . winding me up in order to let us both fall apart. What was once split into two was now rejoined as one.
He wrapped me in his big arms as he slid to my side, holding me so tight I could hardly take a breath. “Anna.” His voice filled my ears as if he were a million miles away and I felt myself start to tremble against his broad chest. “I’m here, my love. Open your eyes.”
As I opened my eyes tears spilled forth, like an unending river. “Sam,” I managed to choke through the lump in my throat. “What just happened? What did we just do?” He pulled me close, tucking my face against his neck, pulling the covers over us and letting me cry and cry as he soothed me with his whispered words. He told me I was beautiful, I was perfect, that I was his and he would give me everything I would ever need.
“For now, know that I love you. I will never leave you. And later, I will explain it all.”
