Chapter 14 #2
My grip tightens and I moan, closing my eyes as the water pours down my back. I suck in a deep breath and let my mind wander, pushing back the thoughts that haunt me. They can lurk in the shadows and I know they’ll return, but I need this now.
I need her now, but I can’t have her.
I need relief, release. I need to connect with my mate.
Even like this. Even in this delusion. This madness.
My wrist move and I stroke my cock, groaning as I imagine my lips rolling over Nia’s. I taste her in my mouth, the sweetness of caramelized apples and cinnamon. Goddess, she tastes of baked apples and home, of everything I want.
Images flash through my mind.
All of her.
All of the things I want to do to her.
I hear her cries, her moans and pleads for more, for mercy.
Her gasps and sighs as I sink my cock into her.
I feel her, her weight on top of me, and her softness underneath me.
I push into her, stroking hard and soft, my rhythm fast and slow, her nails biting into me as her teeth dig into her mouth and she screams.
Nia’s mine and I want her. My cock needs her. It needs the thoughts of her, and the sounds she makes. It craves the touch of her, the feel of her cunt wrapped around me. I need her wet and tight, wet and loose. I want her desperate and needy and sore, begging me for more and pleading for reprieve.
I want her swollen and sore, puffy and pink.
I want to kiss her gently and fuck her hard.
Goddess, I even want to make love to her.
I want those tender moments, the sweet and soft moments that I’ve never let myself know.
Nia deserves all the agony and ecstasy of everything I can offer her, even if it isn’t what I want.
It’ll be what I want because it’s what she needs.
She deserves nothing less than everything, including my vulnerability.
My openness. My intimacy, and the safety and terrifying exposure we’ll experience in it.
My hand moves faster, imaging pinning her against a tree, her legs wrapped around mine. My hips rock, thrusting into my fist as if it was her cunt. It’s not nearly as delicious and I need to know what she feels like.
Goddess, I need to know.
I tip my head back and move, my cock aching as my hand moves furiously and then I slow.
The pleasure coursing through me dies down from its crescendo and I tease myself, desperate to tease Nia.
I want to suck her nipples into my mouth and flick my tongue over them.
I want to eat her clit and devour that perfect pussy again.
I need to hear her cry as I slam inside her and flip her over, filling her so fucking deep she can feel my cock at the back of her throat.
I want her tied and bound, I want her free. I want her to want me and I need her to scream my fucking name. My breathing’s as frantic as my thoughts and image after image of her caught in pleasure flashes through my closed eyes.
Her lips part, her breathing quickens.
Her skin flushes pink and her nails scratch over her chest, her hand finally finding rest in the space between her tits. It’s filling that gap as perfectly as my cock fills her cunt and she clenches around me, matching my pace as I fuck her.
The heat is unbearable and the agony worse. My wrist jerks so fast it hurts and my dick hardens as my mouth falls open. I move wildly, ignoring all reason as my cock searches for Nia’s cunt and my fist is a poor substitute.
Goddess, I’m frantic. I’m fast and far too fucking furious.
I need release and my moans grow deeper and more desperate.
I hear her moans and cries of pleasure as her pitch rises and she loses herself in me, and my delusions run wild.
Nia’s all my fantasies and I live every one with her, pumping wildly as my cock weeps precum and christens the shower in her name.
I groan and imagine carrying her to my bed—our bed—and spreading her legs.
I’d go slow if she wanted, or fast if not.
I’d do anything and everything she asked, even submit to her every whim and want.
There’s nothing I wouldn’t do for that girl and if that means she gets to rule my heart and head then so be it.
My soul is hers and my cock jerks its agreement as I fantasize about plunging into her, impaling her on my dick.
My orgasm is close and all I need is a little more.
Just a few moments more.
I need a little more from the girl I’ve stolen too much from already and my balls tighten as I dream of pinning her underneath me.
Nia writhes and moans, her chest rising and pressing her breasts into me as I kiss her and her tongue plays with mine.
She gives me everything I need, everything I want, and I descend into madness, freefalling into a fiction I intend to make reality.
Heat breaks over me and my muscles strain as my hand pumps harder and I’m desperate to give Nia this pleasure.
I want her pleased and adored, worshipped and content, sore and fucking delighted with herself.
I groan and my breathing falters and the wave of pleasure threatens to break and carry me away, and I let myself go.
“NIA.”
Fuck, I come. Hard.
My cock jolts its climax so wildly that ropes of thick white come spray over the entire shower, painting it in a picture honoring the girl downstairs. I’m moaning shamelessly, flooded with ecstasy, desperately dying a little death as I want more.
I gasp and pant, leaning against the cold, wet shower tiles.
I’m bracing and I don’t know if I’m going to survive this.
Nia’s not the problem and she never was, not when she’s so perfect.
The ecstasy of my climax fades away and it leaves me aching, alone, and lonely.
I’ve never known emptiness like it and the agony of knowing I’ve inflicted this on myself is the second worst feeling I’ve ever experienced.
The worst is knowing I’ve inflicted it on Nia.