He lays me down on the couch and I stretch long, displaying myself to him. The silk gown hangs loose now and I let it fall from my arms as I writhe, watching the way he reacts to the sight of me spread before him.
My inner core is hot, the molten need spilling between my legs, and I know I’m ready.
“Amara,” he says simply, as he fists his cock. I watch his balls bobbing between his legs, filled to bursting with what he’s about to give me.
When he crawls over me, I feel his lips at every touch. Kissing my pelvis, my stomach, tongue languidly rolling over my belly button, the lower edge of my ribcage, the sensitive domes of my breasts. He kisses my throat, my chin, my cheeks, as I squirm beneath him, and then I feel it.
His cock pressing at my pussy makes me gasp. He’s so big, and I’m so tight and small, I’m not sure if it’s physically possible for him to fit inside me, even wet as I am.
As it slides inside I bite hard into my bottom lip, but he’s there too fast, taking my mouth with his as I wrap my legs around him and lift, giving him a better angle, spurring him on to impale me with his full shaft.
If I die like this, I’ll die happy.
***
Saint
As I finally take her, raw, I growl out every ounce of need within me. She’s mine now, bound to me, and I’m never letting go. My cock is squeezed so tight by her virgin pussy I half believe it’s going to be strangled to death, but somehow we figure it out and I start to move inside her. I’m buried to the hilt within a moment, and already I’m not sure how long I’ll be able to hold on.
The moment of resistance broken, I’m able to push deeper and deeper, filling her, digging a trench through her untilled flesh. Her body glistens with sweat as we moan together, words no longer any use in this moment. I can feel her leaking out around me, smoothing the way, her body accepting my cock like it was meant to be, and that’s exactly right because fate has brought us here, to this moment, the two of us together. It’s the culmination of my life, everything I’ve done until now pales in comparison to this.
Her body writhes beneath me, drawing me in, trying to take as much of me as she can and I know how she feels. I want deeper, I want to live inside her, and the only thing that will satisfy me now is to know that’s exactly where I am, to see the fruit of my seed growing in her belly.
That thought makes me roar and clench tighter, moving faster inside her even as she rocks and writhes, trying to draw as much from me as I’m able to give. My hips pump back and forth as I build momentum, heading for the cliff edge, knowing that the drop will be worth it.
And it doesn’t take long.
Moments later, I hear her scream as she rolls into another orgasm of her own, and my cock pumps round after round of come directly into her womb. We kiss, we writhe, and I hold her steady for my load, filling her to bursting as she pants and takes me, and I know that I’m with her forever.
***
Amara
When it’s over, I can barely think straight.
Saint is everything to me. Lover. Protector. Owner. I belong to him and whatever he says is my world. He lifts me so tenderly from the couch, taking me into his arms and carrying me through to the bathroom, holding me close as he runs the shower over us both, his fingers going again to my aching pussy, insatiable even now, and I grasp his cock, hard once again, and we make gentle love under the warm flowing water.
I don’t ever want him to leave. I don’t ever want this moment to be over. I need him here, and I hold him tight to me, knowing that I’ll never let him go again.
I don’t care what life throws at us any longer. It’s us. Saint and Amara. Together, we can face it all.
As he lays me gently in the bed, climbing in behind me, I smile and wriggle myself against him, and feel his lips against my bare shoulder, ticklish kisses planted along the naked flesh, up my neck, into the base of my hair.
“I love you,” he says again, and I turn to face him, curling small into the safety of his chest.
“I love you, too,” I tell him.
Chapter 11 – Saint
The banging at the door wakes me, and I feel Amara jolt in my arms, suddenly aware that we’re not alone. She grips me tighter, but I knew this was coming and I’m prepared. There’s one thing left for us to fix, and then we can be together forever, without fear.