Chapter 6 An Immortal Life
The moment I cover her warm mouth with mine, her body melts into me, her arms drifting lazily around my neck.
I plaster her body to me, one hand finding the small of her back, the other instantly finding purchase in her hair, keeping her exactly where I need her, caressing her lips with my tongue, all but begging her to open those soft lips and let me inside.
With a soft moan, she does just that, and I waste no time, sliding my tongue against hers as she meets me halfway, sighing into the kiss.
Every inch of her body that touches mine makes me feel alive for the first time in years. Her sounds, from each quiet moan to the racing of her heart, surround me, drowning in her and hoping that it never stops.
Without warning, I grip her thighs, bringing them to cradle my hips as I sink into the couch. Her surprised yelp gets cut off when my lips find hers again, my hands pulling her until we're flush, pressed together so tightly I can feel every soft curve of her body through our clothes.
Buried underneath the scent of my clothes and soap, her blood and her arousal scream my name, begging me to rip everything off of her, make her heart pound and her cunt squeeze around me.
She rocks her hips, rubbing the haven between her thighs against my cock, the heat seeping through the sweatpants, pulling a groan from my lips as I push and pull her hips, both of us working to find our rhythm that'll bring us to the brink of insanity.
My lips follow a path down her neck, following that pulsing artery, licking and sucking her skin into my mouth to lave over it, my tongue tracing patterns against her flesh, tasting every inch I can reach while I lift my hips, dragging my cock against her until her soft moans turn desperate and pleading.
Mindlessly, like I'm fucking drunk off her taste, I rip her shirt up over her head, needing to get my hands on more of her skin, needing to feel those perfect tits, the peaks of them calling for my touch.
My lips wrap around one hard nipple, and Nat cries out, one of her hands digging into my hair to keep me trapped against her.
Her hips move against me, harder and harder as I lick and bite her nipple, torturing her with my mouth while she teases me with her hot pussy, so close and yet, not close enough to bury myself inside.
My free hand finds her other breast, kneading it and pinching the peak, again and again until Nat is whining, writhing on my lap, the scent of her cunt filling the air with the proof of how fucking badly she needs this.
Barely holding back an unearthly growl, I remove her from my lap, making her stand on shaky legs just long enough to pull the sweatpants down, watching with rapt attention as every inch of her is finally on display for me.
"Jesus Christ," I mutter, lost in how fucking stunning she is.
My hands move on their own, tracing over her full hips, the strong, carved thighs beneath them, the soft curve of her stomach, her tits that perfectly overflow my hands, and those fucking nipples that taste divine.
Taking one of them in between my fingers now, I watch how her face twists with pained pleasure. I revel in how her body moves with the torturous touch, how, with every stroke of my thumb, the wetness between her thighs grows.
Not an inch of insecurity is written across her, even standing on display for me, someone who is still hardly more than a stranger.
She and I both know that she's a fucking vision, and I'm just lucky to even be allowed to look at her and touch her this way.
This is a gift.
She's a fucking gift.
One I have no intention of squandering.
Gracelessly, I tear my shirt over my head, throwing it behind me, followed shortly by my jeans, lifting my hips and shoving them down until they puddle at her feet with her sweats. Left in only my black briefs, I grab Nat's hand, pulling her back within my grasp.
"Come here, gorgeous," the gritty whisper that escapes my throat feels garbled with anticipation as she climbs back onto my lap where she belongs; the only thing keeping me from being inside her is a single layer of underwear.
As her cunt lands on me again, her hard nipples dragging against my chest, she whimpers, the sound music to my ears.
She's so responsive, so fucking sensitive that just the brush of her bare pussy against my hard ridge makes her quiver, breaking goosebumps along her flesh.
Her fingers dive into my hair as she grinds against me over and over. My hands traverse every inch I can reach, digging into her full ass, her thighs, grateful for every bit of skin I get to touch.
I can't stop myself anymore. Can't hold out for one more second.
My fingers find their destination between her legs, the velvety liquid heat pouring from Nat's pussy soaking me instantly.
I rub her sweet, swollen little clit, watching her brows furrow in pleasure, and her mouth drop open in a low moan, her body filling with both relief and an aching need to find release.
I sink two fingers inside her, sliding into her without any resistance, her perfectly drenched cunt welcoming me in, taking my fingers into that hot cavern like it was made to be pleasured by me.
I lazily pump in and out, fucking her with my fingers and rubbing her clit with my thumb, dragging filthy cries of pleasure from her throat with every thrust, her pussy already flexing around me, needing so desperately to come, echoing exactly how my cock feels from being this close to her.
"Marcos," she moans my name, her tone pleading and wild.
"Yeah, baby?" I need her to tell me exactly what she wants before I give it to her. With a loud moan, she rolls her hips, fucking herself on my hand. "What do you need?"
"You," she answers with no hesitation, "I need you."
Yes. Fuck, yes. "Like this?" I pant, thrusting my hand into her harder, relishing the sounds of her pussy soaking my hand, "You want to ride my dick right here on the couch?"
With a frantic nod, she kisses me again, her moans and cries of pleasure spilling out into my mouth. I drink them all down, using my free hand to push my underwear down until my cock is free, bobbing up against my stomach, so fucking close to heaven it's almost unbearable.
I grip it, angling it towards where my other hand works her cunt, making her sweetness drip all over my hand, down onto my cock.
She watches in rapture as I use it to lube myself up, pumping my dick until it's coated in her slick, precum dribbling from the tip.
"Oh, my God," she moans, her cunt squeezing my fingers as her hands dig into my shoulders, those fucking nails pinching into my skin with the perfect pressure, the pain adding to the sensations flooding my body.
"You want to sit on it?" I grunt. I need to be inside her more than I've ever needed anything.
She nods again, unable to take her eyes off the scene unfolding between her legs.
With great effort, I manage to stop my fingers and remove them from her heat, using that hand to grip her hip, guiding her until my tip brushes her entrance, making us both groan.
I hold perfectly still, my cock angled right at her entrance, just waiting for her to make that final move and take me inside her.
If I thought she'd go slow or take her time easing down, I was dead wrong.
All at once, she seats herself on me, her body wrapping around mine and taking me inside, enveloping my dick in heat, drawing a mangled grunt from my throat.
Her sharp intake of air as she takes me sets my blood on fire.
She wastes no time taking what she wants from me, rocking her hips forward and back, using her grip on my shoulder to ride me into the couch, controlling us both with her powerful movements.
My eyes roll back in my head, the pressure of her cunt around me so intense I see fucking stars. She's so hot, so wet, so god damn tight around me that all I can do is sit back and let her use me.
Moans and cries spill out of her mouth, all the earlier teasing and playing leaving her sensitive and so close to orgasm already.
She's so fucking beautiful, taking my dick like she owns it, rolling to rub her clit against me with every motion, bringing herself closer and closer to the edge.
One of my hands digs into her waist, wanting to feel those muscles as they work, praying that she'll never stop fucking me like this.
Christ, I could stay here forever.
My other hand pinches her nipple again, toying with the hard bud and making Nat scream.
"Oh, fuck," I groan, "You're so fucking good, Nat. Look at you—shit. Look at how you ride that dick. So good. So hot. Take what you need from me, use my cock to make yourself come."
A small squeal slips from her lips. Oh, fuck yeah, she likes that. My sweet little pet loves this control, loves taking exactly what she wants, how she wants, and far be it from me to stop her.
"Keep going, gorgeous," I use my grip on her hips to keep her moving, keeping her at the same pace as she starts to lose her rhythm, frantically chasing the high. "Don't stop until you come all over me. Oh— oh, that's it. Use me. I'm your fucktoy. Made just to pleasure you. Now fucking come."
With a sharp, loud cry of relief, she finally falls over the edge, her cunt squeezing around me as her hips move of their own volition, screams and chants of my name spilling from her mouth over and over as hot liquid soaks my dick and my lap.
I push and pull her, making her orgasm stretch, blissfully indulging in the pulsing of her hot body around my dick again and again as her cries turn into quiet moans.
Her body turns languid as she melts against my chest, and her lips land on mine as she rides out the last dregs of the orgasm, lazily fucking me as I relish the sound and feel of her coming down from the high.
"You're so beautiful," I whisper against her lips, "So perfect."
I feel her smiling, feel the pull of the corner of her mouth as our lips dance lazily together.