Slamming (Through Time 3)

At some point he put back his head and whispered, “Jazmine Decker… everything will be okay…”

“Is it? I don’t know Trev. There are so many of them and they just keep coming. You have to promise me you won’t get killed. I can’t live an eternity without you. Promise you will always save yourself.”

He chuckled as she got angry, “It isn’t funny. Promise!”

“I can promise you that I don’t want to cease to exist. Especially now that I have you in my life,” he answered.

“Not good enough,” she said as her voice trembled.

“Jazmine Decker, I won’t let anyone kill me if I can stop them from doing so. What more can I promise and still be honest with my one true love?”

She made a whining noise and held him tightly.

“Hush,” he said as he nibbled at her neckline, down towards the fullness of her breast and then back up again to her earlobe. “Aww sweet life, you thrill me,” he said on a primal note.

She felt his lips burn her flesh as though branding her with his name and she was exulted by the sensation. She nibbled at his chest, his arms, down to his belly, covering him all over with her own hot kisses.

Hunger ravished her and she felt a gnawing in her stomach that needed to be satiated. That hunger was for him and she heard his name in her soul, calling for only him.

She wanted him more than she had ever wanted anyone in her life. She never wanted this touching to stop.

As he parted her lips she was overwhelmed with love for him and waited for his tongue. Waited with a yearning she had not thought possible. When that slow, expert tongue of his wrapped around hers, she tasted vanilla and honey. She knew that she would never share anything like this with anyone else for as long as she existed.

Her life now was entwined with his and she knew she would have his back. She would keep him as safe as he meant to keep her. How could they fail when they loved so strongly? They just couldn’t.

His kisses increased in intensity but he made no move to take it further and came away just a moment to say reverently, “You taste so good love, you taste like forever…I want this to go on forever.”

She responded with wild abandon. She pressed herself against him as his hands found and cupped her breasts. Tremors burst through her when he caressed her nipples and walked her backward toward their large bed.

All at once, he broke from their kiss and growled, “You drive me beyond reason.” He had her on her back and spread her knees apart with his knee as he bent and suckled her pert rosy buds. His kisses traveled over her belly. He nipped at her here and there and she pumped herself against his hand which had found the tuft of hair between her thighs.

He licked her as his fingers parted the lips of her love nest. She arched, thrilled with the sensation his tongue, teeth and fingers produced.

He worked her until she released a little cry and exploded with pleasure and then almost convulsed from the tremors of aftershocks her climax produced.

Jazz looked up at him then as he knelt over her, she saw his hard cock . She whispered, “Give that to me now, big guy. All at once…and now,” she said in a voice full with wantonness.

“This?” he said rubbing his hard huge shaft along her thigh. “You want me to give this to you? Where would you like it first?”

“I want to lick it,” she said hungrily. She was wild beyond reason for him.

He put it to her lips and she sucked it in, thrilled to hear his intake of breath. She then stroked it while it was in her mouth. She sucked it harder and then the next thing she knew, he took it away from her. He was rolling her over onto her belly, lifting her up onto her hands and knees with his massive arm bringing her into place. “Now, Jazmine Decker…shall I ride thee now?”

“Oh yes…yes…now…”

And he drove that cock home while pumping her hard. He worked her butt while he worked her clit. When she climaxed, he grinned and picked her up again. This time he sat on the edge of the bed and turned her around to face him. He fondled her breasts and told her, “Let me pleasure you love. Let me give you everything I have.” His voice was full of love and that love wrapped around her as though it were a living thing. She heard his hungry need as he told her, “ride me love. Ride me hard and fast and take all that you want for I mean to do the same…”

~*~

Alone with Morgan LeBlanc, Aaibhe took his hand, put it to her lips and spoke softly, “Morgan, the time has come for me to face the Council.”

“Face them? Ye should trod them into the earth,” he said irritably.

“Do you trust me?”

“With m’life and the human heart that never completely left m’chest when we became immortal. Aye then woman, I trust ye,” he answered her.

She loved that he called her woman. He saw the woman in her first and always. When she was with him, she could be just a woman in love.