Chapter 46 – Oliver #2
She licks her lips before she speaks. “I don’t want to feel empty ever again.”
Tears prick my eyes as I watch my mate rock her body over mine.
Her movements are gentle and unhurried. She places her hand over my heart and shudders.
I lift my hand from her hip and place it between her shoulders, pulling her down onto my chest. She slides a hand under my neck and cradles my head, her fingers sliding through my hair.
“You’ll never feel that way again, I promise.”
She hovers above me, and our breath mingles as she rocks against me. Her whole body trembles. I feel her shaking from the inside. She feels so good. I’m in awe of her. She’s all mine. I feel blessed.
I run my hand down her spine, spreading my hand wide over the base of it.
With every rock of her hips, I press her forward, giving her my strength as she makes love to me so achingly slow and soft.
I wonder if she can come like this, but her desire fills the air.
Her wetness slicks my cock more and more, gushing out of her.
I lean in closer as she supports my head with her hand.
When our lips meet, she moans into my mouth.
I tighten my hold against her lower back as she rocks forward, and when I tilt my hips up into her, her breath comes hard against my lips.
I lick at her mouth, tasting her lips, nipping at the bottom one with my teeth.
Her heart speeds up and I feel her inner muscles clamp down on me.
The way she makes love to me is like floating on a gentle sea.
Our bodies get lost in the rhythm as we become one.
My tongue is inside her mouth, tangled with hers.
Our breaths mingle, but still we don’t pick up the pace.
I lift my hips when she rocks forward, but it’s all I offer her.
We move like a wave for what feels like hours.
I lose time while we’re wrapped together so tightly.
Our skin is heated, slicked with sweat, sticking together.
And still she rocks. Both of her arms are around my head now, her breasts smashed flat against my chest. As we kiss, I have one arm wrapped around her waist, while the fingers of my other hand thread through her hair, curling against her scalp.
I’m not trying to force her into another orgasm, and she isn’t trying to force me to have one either.
It’s just easy. She’s loving me, showing me how beautiful this can be.
My heart fills, and I gasp against her lips when it hits me.
I’ve never done this. I’ve never been so close to another.
I’ve never felt so fulfilled by the act.
Sex has always been a rush to make my partner feel more pleasure than they’ve ever experienced, to feed, but this, this is a thoughtful kindness. This is the ultimate beauty when it comes to lovemaking. This is something I could never have with anyone else. My Vale offers all her love so freely.
Tears fill my eyes, and she backs away from my lips. She looks at me in the gloom, the look so desperate, like she can’t possibly take it a moment more. “Do you feel it?” she asks, her voice a barely audible whisper.
I do feel it. Maybe there aren’t words to explain this all-consuming love, this feeling of oneness, this ache inside that’s being filled for the first time, but I know exactly what she means. I feel it so completely that I never want it to end.
“I feel it.” The words stutter from my lips like I don’t have the strength to speak them.
I pull her back, pressing my lips to hers. “I feel everything,” I say against her mouth. “I’ve never felt the like or equal.”
Breath is sucked into her lungs and her hips falter. She moans against my lips, tightening her hold on me. Her muscles quiver inside, and I feel the gush of her slick. Her entire body starts to tremble harder over mine. “Oliver,” she cries, and I feel her clench so tight around me, it sets me off.
“Yes,” I groan into her mouth, pleasure spiking inside me, but it isn’t a violent storm of an orgasm. It’s sweeter and it continues on and on as I spill into her.
As Vale comes, that beautiful energy inside her glows through her skin, lighting her up from the inside. She rides me through it, her body so loving and tender.
“I love you,” she gasps.
We cling to each other as the orgasm goes on, unhindered. I wish I could show her the way she shows me, but I truly believe she already knows. We are one.
“I love you,” I moan into her mouth, my own body trembling at the pure power and intensity of this shared moment.
I couldn’t say how long it lasted, the pleasure that filled us both, but it felt like an eternity, like time had no meaning while we were locked in each other’s arms. When it was over and our breaths calmed, we both smiled.
We held each other close and she kept me buried inside her body.
I would stay for her because, for once, I didn’t want to go.
I feel the dawn creep forward as she falls asleep on top of me. Her face is buried in my neck, her lips against my skin, her palm over my heart. Even in sleep she claims me. I hold her with my wings folded around her, keeping her wrapped up in a tight cocoon.
I tighten my hold on her as tears fill my eyes, and I let them come.
I don’t fight it. I cry for my past and mourn the man I was before her, the one I’d never be again.
I leave that man there, the one who was empty inside.
The one who’d never loved. I cry for the painful memories, the things that happened and made me that apathetic creature.
I finally feel able to leave it behind, to let it go.
This woman, she’s my future. I no longer have time to duel with the pain in that past. I don’t need it anymore. I won’t cling to that trauma because all I need is her. I need her love. She’s more important, and I’ll never let her go.
I’d thought I could let her go at the end of summer, but now I know I can’t.
She’s mine, and I’m hers. We belong only to each other.
I don’t know how to explain it to Nick, and I don’t know what tomorrow will bring, but I know it’s a future with her.
We’re intrinsically linked for all time, our souls will bond eventually.
I’ve known love this night. And I’ll embrace her love because she’s mine, always and forever.