Chapter 24 Hallum #2
She hugged the mug to her chest. “If I could have saved one thing from that house, Hallum, it would have been this. Thank you so much. You don’t know what this means to me.”
I brushed my knuckles across her tear-dampened cheek.
“I have something that means a great deal to me now. So I can imagine.”
“Is there anything you would have saved?” she asked, putting the mug down on the one piece of furniture in here so far – a little table. “If you’d had the chance?”
“Hmm. Just one thing, I think.”
Her brows lifted expectantly. “Oh?”
“Your shirt. The one you left on my bed that first night.”
“You kept it? I had no idea! I never saw it anywhere!”
“It was in the drawer of my desk.”
“Ah ha! I knew I should have looked there. Damnit! I was too busy trying to be polite and protect your privacy!” she laughed again and shook her head. “Well, you can have as many of my shirts as you want, Hallum. Once I’ve got a few more in my collection, anyway. Here. Start with this one!”
She whipped her shirt off and threw it at me. I almost didn’t catch it, so distracted was I by the sight of her heavy breasts encased in her lacy black human bra.
“Maybe you’d like this, too?” she ran her hands over the material. I watched in lurid fascination as her nipples hardened beneath. My cock thickened.
The air between us shifted, seemed to become somehow charged, even without the electricity hooked up in here yet. She let one strap fall over her left shoulder, then the one on the right. One more twisting sort of manoeuvre later, and the bra was off.
“Touch me,” she whispered. My hands rose at once to obey her, cupping her there. Groaning, I relished the hot weight of her human flesh.
The bra had left little red marks and lines on her skin.
I traced them tenderly with my thumbs. Then my tongue.
She arched, clutching my shoulders tightly, making needy little sounds that turned into a breathy moan when I captured one bud-like nipple in my mouth.
I sucked her like that, alternating one side after the other, until she pulled her delectable flesh from my mouth and fell to her knees before me.
“Now you,” she panted. My cock leaped when she mouthed it through the fabric of my trousers. Her fingers dragged up my thighs, tugging at the belt buckle and my trousers’ fasteners until it all came apart.
She caught the stiff bob of my cock in one hand. Her other hand she gave entirely to the cock tail, gently pinching and stroking it until, with a great stab of pleasure, it wrapped tightly around her thumb. The next moment, her mouth was on my cock, and all thought was lost to me.
Her tongue slid and teased, her lips forming a tight ring as they slipped up and down my length. It was a paradise of suction that I fought to withstand. It took a great amount of will not to thrust hard into her mouth. My body wanted to. Begged me to.
But her mouth was so small. No, I would not do it.
So I stood taut as the electrical lines of the ambulance slicer’s engine, my hands clasped so tightly behind my back the knuckles cracked.
“Is this alright?” Lualhati asked. Her breath kissed my cock, sending the organ shivering. “You’re so tense.”
“I am trying not to rut your mouth.” I saw no point in hiding this fact from her. “I must stay still.”
She gave my slick tip a loving lick then said, “There’s another part of me you can rut.”
With some gentle prying, she unloosed my cock tail from her thumb and stood.
She took the mug from its place on the table, returning it to its closet perch.
Then, she returned, sliding the pants of her scrubs down her legs and kicking them away.
She turned so her smooth, lovely back was to me, placed her hands on the table, and bent over.
I nearly ejaculated then and there.
This was just the way she’d been that first morning, when I’d glimpsed her through the window. Bent over, her cunt on display.
Only this time, she was bending over for me. For my viewing.
For my rutting.
But first, I would do what I’d wanted to do from my place below her window that day.
I knelt, gripped the curves of her backside, and shoved my face into her cunt. She cried out in delighted surprise, her hips pressing back towards me in response. I tasted the sweet give at her entrance, letting my tongue slide deep inside.
“Oh, yes,” she groaned. Her inner walls quivered around my tongue. “Fuck! I can’t take it! Enough, Hallum! I want to come with you inside me!”
I am inside you, I wanted to point out. But I knew what she meant by now. She wanted to reach climax while wrapped around my cock.
Standing rather shakily (though I would admit such a thing to no one), I clasped her hips and drew her back against me. Her wetness seemed to suck me in, and things progressed more easily and more quickly than last night. It took only three measured thrusts before I was in her, truly in her.
She gripped my cock like she’d been made for me.
I could not think how anyone could be more exquisitely pleasing, both to my touch and my eye.
Her body rippled and shook with the growing power of my thrusts.
Her beautiful face was turned to the side, one cheek plastered to the table.
I could get so far into her body like this.
The angle was new and intoxicating. Her cunt was holy perfection.
It drew ecstasy from me, bursting in great jets that went deep, deep, deep inside her.
She came on my spasming cock, milking me with her body, before collapsing onto the table.
Afterwards, I had to help her dress, she was so weak from the pleasurable exertions. As I pulled her shirt over her head, I told her she could keep it for now. It was not really a joke, but she laughed anyway.
In the end, it worked out well that I had let her keep it.
That afternoon, we took the ambulance to the station property. Lualhati found it too painful to enter the burnt-out house, so she remained with the shuldu, patting Berta’s sleek neck and murmuring quiet sentiments.
As predicted, the kitchen was nothing but a blackened shell of what it once had been. Lualhati’s room, too, was destroyed. She’d left her door open, and the fire had spread swiftly inside.
My door had remained closed. The fire had chewed through it, but it took more time. My bed and the blankets were all burned, as were my extra uniforms.
The desk had burned, too. At least, I thought so on first glance. But when I looked again, I noticed it was only the legs holding the desk up that had been destroyed. The top of the desk was more or less intact, blackened but whole on the floor.
I lifted it and opened the drawer.
Inside, entirely pristine and folded precisely as I’d left it, was Lualhati’s shirt.