24. God Giveth and Taketh Away #3
“I do not act blindly,” I continue. “Nor without measure. I weigh. I choose. I take only what must be returned, and only where it will serve a higher purpose and to aid in what comes next.” My voice lowers. “This isn’t cruelty. It’s stewardship.”
She studies me, searching for something. Mercy. Doubt. Regret.
“I know what it costs them, and I’m not without a conscience,” I add, and the bitterness edges in now.
“I see the fear. The desperation. The violence that hunger can breed. But I also see what happens when life is taken for granted, when greed rules man, and when abundance becomes entitlement. When growth is treated as a right instead of a gift.”
I rub her cheekbone and memorize the hue of her gorgeous freckles.
“My purpose is not to punish,” I say. “It’s to test. To bring balance.
The needs of humanity. The will of God. And the space required for what follows this world.
” A sigh. “Those things cannot all be served at once without sacrifice.”
She exhales slowly. “So you believe what you’re doing is right?”
“I believe it’s necessary.” I nod. “And necessity has never been kind.”
Another quiet moment passes.
“I don’t enjoy taking life,” I say at last. “But I accept that it must be done. Because if I don’t, no soul in our current existence will be able to prove themselves worthy of returning to Him and the afterlife that promises even greater gifts.”
She doesn’t look away. There is something there in her eyes. My hope is that she's beginning to understand it better or at least taking the time to think about what I shared.
My hand shifts to the back of her neck, just under her hairline, and a curious thing happens.
Her eyes flash with divine light, and a tremor runs down her entire body.
Her mouth parts on a gasp. Intrigued, I softly pet the spot again.
Her reaction is instant. Another flash, another deep breath, her lungs expanding and pushing out her chest.
I lift her and let the cover fall to reveal more of her. Grabbing her thigh, I roll and pull her on top of me. Her body softens, and her eyes fall closed, her head kicking back as I watch desire take hold of her.
The back of her neck must be an erogenous zone for her. I take full advantage and keep delicately touching the spot that seems to be sending her into a frenzy.
My cock hardens to her body’s call. I adjust her so she sits forward to ride me. Her wet center slides over me, and though she tenses the moment she feels my erection beneath her, she also presses down as if her need overrules all thought.
Yes, little one. Take what you need from me.
Then she’s water in motion, rocking those hips of hers. I meet each thrust with one of my own. Palming her breasts, I test the weight of each, and begin to play with her nipples until they ripen under my ministrations.
She doesn’t just respond to my intimate touch. She seems starved for it.
“Put me inside you.”
She stares down at my cock, as if unsure of what to do. Then her hand caresses it for long moments as if learning it first. I smile as I watch her tongue dart out to swipe across her lower lip.
“Keep staring at it like that, love, and I might just beg you to put your mouth on me.”
Her eyes snap to mine. “I’ve never.”
With an eyebrow arched, I clarify, “Never put your mouth on another in that way?”
She shakes her head. “No.”
“When you’re ready, I’d like very much to be the first.” I can’t help but groan as the thought takes hold. “You have no idea how bloody much.”
A small smirk is the only answer she gives, as if emboldened by my declaration.
“Go on, love, rise up, and guide me back inside you. Sit on my lap and let me fill you once more.”
The second her center greets my tip, a primal hunger sets in.
Sitting up, I cup the back of her neck, softly touch the spot that sets her aflame, and then revel in her reaction.
Her moan. Her hands, as they roam wantonly over my chest. My other hand circles her hip, and my fingers dig into her flesh as I drive up into her, then retreat, only to force her down over me until she takes me in fully.
“That’s it. Heaven’s Gate, Eridessa. Do you feel how your body molds to mine? Welcomes me?”
With my grip on her neck, I bring her to me.
I take her mouth and kiss her with all the yearning I’ve kept leashed these past few days.
When she finally lets go, something shifts.
She seems to find a high in the power she has over me, while I take pleasure in the way her body loves being taken so thoroughly.
My kisses are demanding, leaving no room for her doubts.
Hers are an exploration across lips and skin.
Together, we bask with ardor in the sins of the flesh for as long as our bodies hold out.
My thrusts speed up. Her moans come more often.
For hours, this new, lovely madness consumes us.
And in a life of endless days, this one stands out above all others. Because I have never felt more at one with another soul, and I have no desire to see it come to an end.
My primary focus becomes her pleasure. The world and all its troubles can wait.