Our tongues part the sea of our lust. Together, we form a new ocean. I'm wetter than I've ever been, and his hard cock begs to be set free from his worn denim jeans.
He bites my lip and pulls back. "Fuck being a god. You're the only gift I've ever received," he growls.
I push against his chest and squeeze his shirt. I never want to let go. "Shut the fuck up and take me," I beg.
This is so not the place to be doing this. Yet, here we are with no regard for any norms. We both want this, so we're going to take it. And why not? Don't we deserve a chance at happiness?
We stumble into the main living room, practically tripping over Odin's loose trinkets and woodcut statues of bears and ot
her terribly stiff taxidermy animals. I slam into a coffee table and wince in pain, but nothing can take me out of this mode I've found myself in. I need him, now more than ever.
It's impossible to see. Impossible to know where the hell we even are.
He rips off my clothes and pushes me backward. At first, I wonder if I'm falling into an abyss, but I trust him. My back hits a mattress on the floor. I spread my legs and wait for his girth to force me open.
I've wanted this all of my life. In the past, I allowed myself to let a good part of my soul go to waste. All these years, pretending I was someone who I definitely was not nearly ruined me.
But Ash came. He found me. He spilled coffee all over my thousand-dollar suit, and my God, I'm so fucking grateful for it.
Two fingers slip inside me. A firm pressure before he curls them up, massages my soft spot, and dives in with his tongue.
It's so unexpected. None of my exes ever ate me with this much hunger, but here Ash is, on his knees, enjoying my pussy like it's a honeypot.
"Give me all of you," he commands.
And I do. I spread my legs wider, and he pushes my hips up for more control. His tongue glides against my lips, circling against my clit. He tastes me like no man has ever tasted me before.
The pressure builds, and I'm latching onto the loose sheets that cover the mattress. I push my heels down and try not to scream loud with passion.
"You taste so fucking good," he says.
"You're going to... make me come," I garble and swing my head around.
He darts his head up, eyes manly and determined. "Then fucking come," he demands.
When he lowers back down, he latches his mouth around my pussy. He sucks and licks, applying more and more pressure. More and more fingers until I'm growling so loud that he has to force his palm around my mouth to shut me up.
"Close your eyes and feel it," he says. "Come for me."
My body feels weightless and heavy, all at once. Trembling, I let it all go. I become his and explode.
And that's when things get a little spicy.
I'm coming. Every emotion I've been feeling pushes to the forefront. The good, the bad, and the ugly. All of it takes me to a place that feels too good to be true. It's so powerful that it hurts, but I can't turn it off.
And just when the bottle of pressure explodes inside of me, I flood outward, and he penetrates me. Long and deep, but not soft and slow. He takes me hard.
I'm caught off guard by his strength. Before, he was timid and confused, but the emotion he showed for me and the world at large allured me.
Now, he's a beast both capable and commanding. His fingers indent the flesh around my hips, pulling me around his shaft. As he grows inside of me, I look down and see his massive size, the cock that is currently giving me everything I plead for.
This is wrong. It's not our house, and the world feels like it's stacked against us. But there is nothing that can drive us apart.
This lust is the only source of strength we have.
He rocks his hips, muscles glowing in the moonlight. I look up and see his unfaltering gaze. Is this just lust that I'm feeling, or is it becoming something more?
Within a second, the room seems to disappear. Another vision forms within my mind's eye, but this time, it's something much more palatable. I'm kneeling against the earth, kneecaps digging into the cold soil. I can feel every grain as I dig deep.