Chapter 37 #2
“God, you’re everything,” he whispers over my head as I kiss up his neck, my hand groping him, his hardness bulging in my palm.
I unbutton his jeans as he unbuttons mine, and once we have them off, I take his hand and pull him to the break room, the same room where he first tried the potion, the same room I got the tequila from the night I captured his blood tears that propelled this crazy journey.
It’s dark, so dark, just the light of the moon shines through the back door, but it’s just enough.
I push him down, his back against the couch Chantal and I nap on during our lunch breaks.
“Aster, if you don’t get on top of me right now, I’m going to lose my mind,” he growls.
“I like when you beg,” I tease, unclasping my bra and letting it fall to the floor.
His eyes flare, arms stretching out across the top of the couch, hands gripping the back, readjusting in his seat. And out of the corner of his upturned mouth, his grin pulls slyly, sensually. “I’m begging you baby, come get on top of me.”
That’s all I need to hear, my desire for him ready to detonate, and he hasn’t even touched me yet. I walk over to him, falling between his knees, grabbing the elastic of his boxers, and he lifts, allowing me to throw them aside.
He’s so hard, hissing when I take him in my mouth, the familiar taste of him, making desire pool inside my core. It doesn’t last long as I stroke him up and down, because he’s begging again. “Get on top of me, God, please.”
I rise, sliding my knees against his hips, sitting on top of him, and he says, “Ride me.” His arms are still outstretched on the couch, and why is that so hot?
He slips inside so perfectly like he was meant only for me, and I sigh at how he fills me up.
The stretch, the warmth. I start slow, the rise and fall, allowing the feeling to take over every nerve exploding through my body.
That blush I have grown to love more than anything graces his cheeks, and I smile at the beauty of human Bastian.
The sexy lust in his eyes, the smolder, the desire for me and only me.
He doesn’t touch me; in fact, his strong hands look like they might break through the top of the couch, his grip is so tight, the skin of his knuckles stretches forcefully over the bone.
“Use me,” he commands, his voice hard through his gritted teeth.
I go faster, my hands on his shoulders, his mouth dipping down to lick my nipples, but then his teeth slide along my flesh and he nips, taking that bite he threatened me with before.
Electricity spasms from his mouth to my breast with him inside me, overtaking every piece of flesh on my body.
“Touch me, Bastian,” I say, and his lip tugs, that sensual mouth pleased with my request, and then one hand is between us, stroking my center, while the other firmly grasps my hip, guiding me, and everything tenses, everything builds.
He knows how to move me just right, his thumb making those circles that aren’t too fast nor too slow, with the perfect amount of pressure.
He knows how to take me over the edge, and he’s watching me with so much pleasure as he enjoys his own.
“Oh, my God,” I moan, not ready yet, wanting this feeling to last forever and ever. Love of my life, father of my child, skilled lover—it’s too much, and then it hits, the precipice, the eruption inside me, and I come undone all over him. “I’m coming,” I cry as I push up and down harder and faster.
“Let me hear it,” he goads, chin tilted up to me, and I moan, I cry and let it out as his finger takes me up and over. We aren’t floating, but it feels like it as I press his face against my chest, having to squeeze something, anything.
“Oh, baby, that’s so sexy, oh, my God.” He looks up.
Chin between my ribs, as I ride out the ecstasy, still hard inside of me.
I slump over on the couch, seeing sparks in my line of vision, little bursts of color in the dark.
My legs are shaking, my heart beating in my chest as he slides out from under me, getting on his knees on the floor.
He flips me over, pulling my body so that my back’s on the cushion seat, my head resting against the back of the couch.
He’s at the perfect height, and I watch him sink into me, my arms reaching over my head, my fingers digging into the cushions.
I’m so exposed, lying like this, legs wide open, watching his fingers gently return to me, his eyes penetrating mine.
“More?” he asks, and I can only nod, my teeth clenching my bottom lip, and he fucks me faster, his fingers gliding over my slick center.
“More. Always more.”
“Yes, ma’am,” he groans as one hand slides up to my neck with his beautiful fingers, his body hunched over me now, the other hand still working my clit, and his dick inside me.
Veins bulge from his neck, our bodies wet from sweat and rain, his jaw clenching with each hard thrust. My hands dig into the flesh of his hard stomach, begging for something to hold onto.
“Come again for me. I need to see it again on that beautiful face,” he whispers before pulling back, his hand sliding from my neck, brushing over my breast, thumb circling my nipple, and bolts of electricity rip down my stomach right to my core.
The thrusts come hot and reckless, like there’s no time left to waste, like we need to come together and fast. His skin slaps against mine, pushing me harder into the couch, a feeling so delicious, so scandalous, I’m getting close.
The stars he summons from me assemble, and I close my eyes, falling into the pleasure, falling into the bliss and then they burst.
I grab his hand with mine, both of us squeezing as I come again, clenching so tightly around him that the last thrust moves slower inside me, gliding with intention.
Aventurines pin me to this couch cushion, his moans of ecstasy the biggest turn-on of my life.
To think this beautiful creature is all mine to love and fuck as I want.
“I love you, Bastian,” I cry, and then he’s coming, his thighs slamming against me for the last time, and my body shakes, his body falling against mine, his mouth marking mine with kisses I’ll never get enough of.
Our clothes are still wet as we fight to pull them on, our eyes following each other with satisfied smiles on our lips.
“You made me forget,” he admits, pulling me into his arms, his exhale tickling down my neck.
“I wish I could erase all the horror we’ve seen this past year, but it could erase the good too.”
“I understand. I would rather live in a world with all the horror for just minutes of the spectacular we have. I’ll get better.” His eyes look to the ceiling, his mind on what lies above it. “I’m not ready to go up there yet.” He points up.
“One day at a time. You never have to go up there again if you don’t want to.”
“But I do. I want to take the power back. I will, one day.”
I turn my head, pulling him tighter against me. “My sunshine boy.” I run a hand up his cheek until I’m clutching his dark hair, taking in the beauty that is everything Bastian. “I love the good, the bad, the hurt, the angry, the sunshine. With my entire heart.”
He kisses me then. “We better go or I’ll have to fuck you again, and I don’t have the same stamina I had when I was a vampire.” He laughs, but I shake my head.
“Oh, you have all the stamina I need.” I kiss his chin, and he smirks.
“Let’s go home.”
Home.