Chapter 5 #2
“I’m not afraid of you. I don’t think that you’ll hurt me at all.”
“Will you tell me to stop, if you get scared?”
“Yes, but it won’t happen. Because I’ve never wanted anyone more than I want you.”
Her words echo through my body and I swear I can hear her heart beating.
“Heartbeat,” I whisper.
I can’t feel my own. I assume I still have blood flow somehow because of erections, but aside from that, I don’t know. I’m not the only zombie in town, but I’ve never exactly sat down to have a conversation with the others to see how things work for them.
“I don’t have to touch you to do this, but it would help if I could just look at you—”
She takes my hand and places it on her breast, arching towards me. “Please. I really want you to touch me.”
My cock surges in my pants. I unbutton and unzip my jeans to give my shaft some breathing room and then I cup both of her tits with my hands.
“Fuck, you’re so damn perfect, Vivian.” I rub my thumbs against her nipples. “So damn responsive. Look how hard your nipples are now.”
She moans into my touch. “I’ve never been this turned on.”
I grab her face and pull it to me, slamming my mouth onto hers. There’s no gentle seduction in my kiss. No, I slant my lips across hers and slide my tongue into her mouth as if the very taste of her will sustain me. Maybe it will because it feels like a live wire goes off inside my body.
“I want to fuck your tits, then come all over them,” I tell her once I pull away from her mouth.
“Yes,” she breathes. “Take your clothes off. I want to see your body. God, you’re so hot.”
I step back and kick off my jeans, toeing off my shoes and then my boxers.
“Your skin is lavender. Just makes your muscles and tattoos stand out all the more.” She trails a hand down my abs and my muscles twitch in response. “I can’t believe I’m doing this.”
“Why? Because I’m a zombie?”
“No, because we just met. I don’t ever do this.”
“Me neither. Do you want to stop?”
“No! Don’t you dare stop.”
Her eyes lift to mine and that eye contact feels like more intimacy than anything I’ve shared with another being. Ever.
“To be honest, I would want you regardless of the bug man and anything else happening. I feel a connection with you.” She puts a finger to my lips. “It’s okay if you don’t feel it. I just want to have this time with you.”
I pull her to me, pressing all my bare skin to her soft curves. The press of her full tits and softness of her stomach. I want to strip her bare and consume her. A growl rumbles from my throat.
“I refuse to hurt you. It would kill me if I hurt you,” I say.
“Have you ever hurt anyone?”
I shake my head. “No, never even really had the appetite for human flesh. Of course there haven’t been many humans around here until recently.”
Up above we can still hear the mothman scratching and screaming.
Vivian lowers herself to her knees and then sucks my entire cock into her mouth. She loosens her throat when she reaches my root and I nearly come right then and there.
“Holy, fucking shit,” I moan.
She releases me and looks up at me. “Needed some lube.” Then she raises up high on her knees and presses her tits together around my cock.
I rock my pelvis backwards, then forwards, sliding my dick through the tight, slick skin between her breasts. It’s like heaven. “Vivian, fuck, I’m not going to last long.”
“Don’t care. Just give it to me. Come all over my tits.”
I fuck back and forth faster, gripping her shoulders and staring into her eyes. And I swear I do feel my heart thump out her name. Then I’m cumming all over her pale, creamy chest, covering her nipples and aureolas.
I fall to my knees. And I kiss her again. I try to be more gentle, but there’s nothing gentle about the way that I crave this woman. I inhale deeply and a new scent fills my nose and I lean back from her. I search her face, then press her to the floor.
She’s still wearing her leggings, but had removed her shoes before I returned. I grip the waistband of those pants, along with her panties and strip them down.
“You’re aroused,” I say.
She nods.
“That turned you on.”
“Very much,” she says.
“I can smell your arousal. I’ve got to taste you right now.” My voice is rough, more growl than anything and I hope I’m not scaring her. I’m not feeling hunger like I do when I know I need to feed. This is different. This is the kind of ravenous desire a man has for the woman who belongs with him.
By the time I get her thighs spread and I see the glistening dew on her folds, my mouth is watering and my dick is rock-hard again.
“Vivian.” Then I bury my face in her cunt. I’m sure I have no finesse because I just want to lick up every drop of her essence. I slide my tongue through her folds and around the hood of her clit, then back around and plunge it inside that hot, wet channel.
Goddamn, she’s the most delicious thing I’ve ever tasted. The more I lick her, the more I want her, and the better she tastes.
She grabs onto my head, her nails scoring against my scalp.
“Atticus. That’s so good. So good. Yes, oh fuck the way you eat me like that.” She rocks her pussy against my face.
My dick is hard again, which normally would fascinate me since it’s yet another change. I haven’t been able to have more than one climax a week, let alone in a day, in these last two decades. Yet, here I am getting actual erections from a woman.
“Make me cum,” she chants.
She’s so sexy, so damn delicious, I want to eat her—and by her, I totally mean her pussy—every day for the rest of our lives.
“Yes, just like that. Oh my God!” Then she’s pulsing against my mouth and giving me fresh juices to lick from her pussy.
When her orgasm subsides she grabs my head and pulls upwards.
So I crawl up her body. She leans up for a kiss, seemingly unaffected by the fact that my mouth is covered in her orgasm.
Our kiss is wet and hot and so damn sexy.
I want this woman. More than anything. More than being human again, I want to be able to call Vivian mine.
“Please fuck me, Atticus. Just put that dick of yours inside me. Please. It feels like I’ll die if you don’t. I’m so damn empty.”
She doesn’t have to ask me more than once. I rear back and plunge forward, sheathing myself to the hilt. I don’t move though. I just brace myself above her and stare into her beautiful face.
“I’m bare inside you.”
“You feel amazing.”
“I don’t know if I can…”
She shakes her head, then raises her legs up and wraps them around my waist. “No, this is just us right now. Nothing else matters but this moment. Please just make love to me.”
“I know you told me not to say anything earlier, but I feel it too. That connection. I knew you were mine, the minute I laid eyes on you. I would never ask you to sacrifice your everything to stay here for me. But I just want you to know that I want you, Vivian. I want you forever.” I pull back and then I thrust forward.
Nothing has ever felt better. I know, in that moment, when she leaves, I’ll never be able to touch myself again. Because nothing will compare to how it feels to be inside her. This feels like my salvation.
Her hands come up to my chest, then one cups my face. “You’re so beautiful,” she whispers.
My orgasm builds from the base of my spine and I want to climax with her. I concentrate on how I’m sliding in and out of her to make sure I’m hitting all of her special spots.
“Atticus, I’m cumming.” Then she does, her pussy walls squeezing my dick so hard as she cums around me.
Then I explode inside her.