Chapter 18 #3
“When I said I wanted you to sit. I wanted you to sit. Your absence has been unbearable. I want to feel all of you.” One hand presses on her lower stomach, forcing her back onto me.
“I want to feel myself inside of you as deep as I can possibly go.” She attempts to stand, but with my attentive finger on her clit she reconsiders.
“There we go. That’s nice, isn’t it?” Muscle by muscle, inch by inch, she relaxes against me.
Even the walls of her pussy unclench just slightly, allowing me to slip in even farther.
“Fuuuuck. Sol, you’re so fucking perfect.
” Stroking her hair, I try to soothe her as she adjusts.
“Now, why don’t you pick up where I left off?
‘Know that I am built of death’, I think it was. ”
“Know that I am built up of death from head to foot…” Her voice is breathy as she gasps at the fullness.
“And that it is a corpse that loves and adores you and will never, never leave you…” Even though the trailing words are hardly audible in the fog of her lust, the truth of the quote is an echo of my own devotion.
Her hips twitch as she attempts to shift upward, but my hand snaps around her thigh and squeezes. “I don’t want you to fuck me.”
“What? Why? What do you want then?”
“I want you to sit right here, just like this. I want your pussy to welcome me home. I want to enjoy the long-lost feeling of what it’s like to be buried deep inside you, right where I belong.”
“What if you’re wrong? What if Ivan comes in?”
“I hope that he does see us like this. He’s having a hard time understanding that you’re mine. I think this would be a good mental image to have burned into his memory as we go into this tonight.”
Her nails dig into the tops of my thighs. “You’re going to anger him. It’s going to make things worse. You don’t know him like I do.”
“Will it make him angry to see you being such an eager little cock-warmer for me? Sitting here so willingly while I fill you so wholly; stretching around me like you’ve been waiting for too long; shivering with the delirious need for me to fuck into you.
What about when I spin shining webs of my cum all over these pretty tattooed tits?
” Her pussy grips desperately around me.
“Yes. You have no idea.”
“Was he angry when you brought the others into your bed and screwed them on those stiff motel mattresses?” She tenses, uncomfortable. “I don’t give a fuck. I have a better question, actually. Did you think of me when you were fucking them?”
“I—” Her hips also stutter, slowing to a standstill.
“Shhh.” I lean down and kiss the top of her head.
“It’s okay.” I thrust hard, just once, my hips meeting her plump ass, and it bounces deliciously back onto me.
“I’m not mad. I just want you to tell me…
did you think of me when you closed your eyes and used them? ” She cries out as I repeat the motion.
“Yes,” she nearly moans.
“What was that?” Slipping my hand under her chin, I tilt her head back so I can see the truth of it in her eyes, not just those pretty lips.
“Yes. I thought of you. Always.”
“I know you did. I know you thought about how much better my dick would fill you. How good I taste. I know you missed how my cum would leak out of you, nice and warm down your thighs.” Running my fingers along her bare back, I admire the spider repelling down her spine and the gothic designs that hug each cheek.
I can’t wait to get her on her knees and get a better look at it while fucking her.
“I did. God, I missed it so much.” The affirmation is music to my ears.
“That’s right, baby, because nobody knows how to work this body like me.” Fisting her hair in my left hand, I pull and force her to arch her back. “Stand until just the tip is still in.”
She does, and her pussy clenches around me as she holds the squat. Sol makes such a stunning little marionette dancing on the strings I pull. “Now come back down, nice and slow.”
She does, circling her hips when she swallows my dick whole once again. Uncerimoniously, the book drops from her hand. Forgotten. So unimportant when she’s engrossed with her body.
“Yeah, move your hips just like that.” I rub my hands up and down her thick thighs while she works me over.
“Just. Like. That,” I groan. “There you go. Nice and slow. Slow, slow, slow; now stop.” I return my hands to her heavy breasts while I suck gently at her neck.
Not hard enough to leave a mark, but enough suction to pull a whimper of need from her.
Sol stops moving as requested, and I watch her chest heave with the exertion it takes to restrain herself from chasing her pleasure.
“Look at you taking direction. Such a perfect little cock-warmer, aren’t you?
” Her pussy strangles me. “Like you were made to sit here and look pretty. I told you that you were made for me, My Omen.”
“Thorne, please fuck me.”
I chuckle as my hands come to a rest where her thighs bracket her cunt. “You like that? When I tell you how good you’re taking me.” I finally press my thumb to her clit. Her hips jump at the shock of pleasure. “It’s no wonder there’s never been anyone else who could replace me.”
“What good it's done you.” The comment takes me by surprise. I thought we’d moved past this, but she can’t seem to help herself—a glutton for punishment. Sol’s words pick at that wound of fear that’s festered inside me without her.
“I told you. We’re not having this conversation. There’s no life I will ever lead without you. Stand up.” Bracing herself on the walls on either side of us, she does. “Since you can’t seem to help yourself. I’m going to give your mouth something better to do.”
Kneeling between my legs, she glares up at me, the sharp liner making her eyes severe.
But she doesn’t resist when I press the head against her lips.
Her lashes flutter as I gently shift my hips to push myself deeper.
She tastes me, laving her tongue along the underside of my shaft, then circling it.
I’d be fine with her teasing me for as long as she wants, but it’s not long before she’s sucking vigorously like she has something to prove.
As she works my dick in her mouth, Sol’s forehead rests on my abdomen, her hair tickling me.
Piling it on the top of her head, I take in the view of her hollowed-out cheeks and the occasional sight of my dick bulging against the side.
“You have some fucking nerve, telling me that I should move on in one breath and sucking the life out of me with another.” It spurs her to go harder, dragging a groan from me.
“Fuck, I like it when you challenge me. I love being desperate for you. I like that it drives me a little mad.” Those honey eyes meet mine, a challenge making the yellow tones more prominent.
Her lips tilt a fraction, the flirtation of a smile before the slightest prick of her teeth prods my skin.
My heart skips a beat, heat flooding my system in the intoxicating thrill only she can deliver.
“So, you do want to play.” My grip tightens in her hair before I release her. “My turn, then.”
Leaning back on my hands, I thrust my hips upward, shoving my dick into her throat.
She gags, but her fingers dig into my thighs, the sharp edge of her nails urging me on.
As I continue to thrust, she opens her throat for me.
“Fuck, baby. You always were so good at anticipating my needs.” She hums her agreement, the bass of it making my hips jump.
I’m so close. I chase my release, moving my hips faster and faster, ignoring the burn in my calves and thighs as I abuse her throat.
“When I pound into you like this, do you think they can feel it on the other side of the veil?”
Sol chooses that moment to suction those pouty lips around my dick and swallow as hard as she can. With intent, she summons my climax, forcing me to come down her throat, pulling everything I have to give with each gulp. “Fuck,” I pant as she releases me.
“I think that should suffice, don’t you?” Sol asks with feigned innocence as she licks her lips, then stands and starts dressing. “I’m going to brush my teeth, then I’ll meet you all down there.”
“You don’t want me to wait for you?”
“Nope.”
If I hadn’t been in love with her for most of our lives, my pride would be blistered by the quickness with which the moment of intimacy is snuffed out.
But the shift in her demeanor isn’t jarring; it’s as natural as the strike of the hour on a clock.
I appreciate it for what it is. Her effectively shifting gears to face the unknown.