I kiss her skin. “Yes, Love?”
“Don’t tease.”
“Your wish is my command,” I spread her lips and dive into her slick heat. Lost in the taste and texture, I make love to her with swirls, flicks, and licks. She grips my hair, and tightens her legs around my head, surrounding me. For the first time in years, I feel truly whole. She lifts her hips, riding my face as her muffled cries and whimpers fill the room. I tip her hips up and thrust my tongue inside, circling her walls. She flexes her muscles, shaking as she floods me. I pull back and lick my lips as I take her in. She’s a vision with her hair sprawled across the pillows, her shirt pushed up over her breasts, and her lips swollen. I grip my base and stroke my sensitive prick. Pre-come leaks from the swollen purple-tinged tip.
I’m no stranger to sex. But none of the women I’ve been with since were Athena. I haven’t even slipped inside her, and I’m close to bursting.
“Are you ready for me, Thena?”
“Condom.”
“In the drawer beside you but I’m clean love.”
“Yes, you’re also very fertile. Birth control baby is proof of that.”
The thought of seeing her swollen with my child makes me moan. I want to see her swell with the life we’ve created. I missed that the last time. She turns and pulls out a silver packet. Opening it quickly, she hands me the clear condom I slip-on.
“Open those legs for me, Thena. I need to remind you whose pussy this is.” She pulls her legs back and grips my base easing m
y tip in. I groan as she contracts around me. “You feel so damn good.” I continue to stretch her slowly as I move deeper inch by inch. When I’m almost fully seated, I twine our fingers and drive home. She digs her heels into my back. I capture her swollen lips, capturing her vocal displays of pleasure. I take them in, using them as fuel as our bodies catch a quick rhythm.
She’s like a glove, wrapped around me, pushing me to my limits as she pulses and flexes. I swear I can feel her heartbeat through her pussy as my own muscle pumps overtime in my chest.
“Fie.” I feel my name against my lips as she begins to shake. Our movement becomes frenzied as I bottom out inside her and slam home over and over, unable to pace myself. She meets me stroke for stroke. My whole body tingles as my balls draw up. She tenses, gripping me like a vice. I flood the condom and rest my head between her breasts as I keep the majority of my weight off her. I never thought I’d be here, as close as I can get with the woman I love. Her heart beats in my ear, and her scent engulfs me. I want to prolong this for as long as possible because all too soon the day will come and bring with it madness.
***
I wake as she pulls from my arms.
“Where you going?”
“Back to my room, where I belong. We shouldn’t have done this.”
Her words wake me like cold water over my head. I push to a sitting position. “Why not?”
“Because it complicates things, and we have enough to deal with.”
“You think denying ourselves is going to make anything easier?”
She frowns. “Don’t mistake the physical response of my body as anything more.”
“You don’t do sex without serious emotional investment,” I say.
“I didn’t. Don’t think you know me as you once did. That was me then.”
“Cold and callous is never going to be you, Thena. There might’ve been men who warmed your bed, but they weren’t random or numerous. It’s not in you. I know how you’re built. That doesn’t change.”
She narrows her eyes. “We’re not going to sweep what happened under the rug and just pick up where we left off.”
“Who said I wanted to?” I ask.
“What are you trying to do then?”
The ringing of her phone kills the moment. She snatches the shirt off the floor, tugs it over her head and rushes out of the room like the hounds of hell are nipping at her heels. I toss the sheets aside and swing my legs over the side of the bed. A sense of urgency fills me as I scramble for my boxers. I shove my legs through the hole and step into the hall as the sobbing begins. Alarms blare inside me as I rush to her side.
“What’s going on, Athena?”
“They have him.” Her words are garbled, and her body shakes as she lifts her phone to me. The image of Porter, bound to chair with rope. Blood is oozing from multiple wounds. His face is swollen to nearly twice its regular side along with his lip. I squint. Is he missing his ear? The irony of the role reversal isn’t lost on me.