Then she opens her pretty lips and says the words I was not expecting—ones that light my blood on fire.
“Yes, fuck,” she moans. I push to the hilt and hold her there, breathing hard against her lips. Her tight grip holds my cock in a vice. “I don’t want your cum on my chest tonight. I want it inside me.”
My breath shudders. The idea of filling her with my arousal has me ready to forget my earlier words and come now.
With a low growl, I pull out slowly and push back in, holding her slick, wet body against mine. “You’ll have to work for it.”
Sliding her down my body, I grab her hips and turn her around. With her chest pressed against the wall and her back to me, I grab the back of one of her knees, lifting it to allow me better access and press my body against her.
My hard cock rubs between her ass cheeks, and we both groan.
“When I get back, I want you here,” I say and slide one of my hands over her ass cheek until I find the tight hole. My thumb rubs, not hard enough to push inside, but adding enough pressure to have her moaning and clawing at the wall.
Moving my hand to the base of my length, I tease her entrance before pushing back into her. “When I return, Renata, I’m going to spenddays filling every hole, creating any fantasy your pretty little mind has conjured up.”
She lets out a desperate whimper when my fingers find her clit and rub in slow, tight circles. Her hips buck back, looking for friction, but she’s trapped between the wall and my chest. I hold her in place and don’t move my cock from where it’s buried inside of her.
“Whether it be for one day or one century, you’ll remember what it feels like to be owned by me. You’re mine in every lifetime, Little Wisp,” I murmur against her lips, teasingly biting on the bottom one.
With her head resting back on my shoulder, she nods, and I watch the way her throat constricts with each panting breath.
“Let me hear you say it, baby,” I demand in a gravelly voice.
“You own me,” she whispers. It’s a low, vulnerable admittance—one that makes me feel like I’m a fucking god amongst mortals. “I’m yours, Archer. In every lifetime.”
“Mm,” I hum and kiss along her neck. My hips begin to pump lightly, matching the languid speed of my fingers on her sensitive bundle of nerves. “And I’m yours. I’ll wait for you in the afterlife—doesn’t matter how long it is. You’re worth every agonizing second.”
A sob breaks out of her and she turns her head further back, seeking my lips. I drop my mouth to hers, claiming it like I promised.
She begs for more but I don’t rush, choosing to enjoy this moment with her wrapped around me, for as long as I can. When the morning comes I’ll be on my way across the ocean for who knows how long. For now, I can pretend that this moment will last an eternity.
With every second, I fall deeper into her. Each slow stroke, each of our erotic sounds mixed together, each time she clenches around me or digs her nails into my neck has me giving another small part of my soul to her.
I was Renata’s long before she ever agreed to be mine.
Renata is pushed to her edge after the soft touches and languid pace of my hips. Her body is tight in anticipation and her walls flutter around me, looking for the climax that has been out of her reach for too long now.
“Archer, please,” she begs. “Please fill me up, baby. I want to come with you dripping out of me.”
“Fuck,” I groan and pump my hips faster, harder. Those words are all I need to take us both over the edge.
Within seconds, my balls are tightening and I’m pumping every last drop of my arousal into her.
“You were so greedy, begging for my cum, so you’re going to take it like a good fucking girl,” I praise and nibble against her jaw. “Exactly like that, Renata.”
Her inner walls flutter around me and her muscles tense up even more as her head falls back on a scream. I fuck my arousal back into her, pushing her to be louder, to ride this out as long as I can. My magic is creating another sound barrier for us, and I revel in the knowledge that all of these sexy little noises are mine alone—just like the rest of her.
“Oh my Gods,” she mewls as her body begins to relax.
She slumps against the wall, letting her arms fall to her sides. I’m still inside of her, enjoying the feeling of her soft aftershocks after her orgasm. My lips find the back of her neck and I trail kisses along there for a few minutes, getting lost in the warm spray of the water and her familiar, intoxicating scent.
When she lets out a little chuckle, I reluctantly pull out and turn her around by the hips. She looks at me with a smile and teases, “Your dick is reason enough to follow you into the afterlife.”
Shaking my head and trying to hold my chuckle back, I admit, “I never thought I was a selfish man until you.” The amusement fades from her eyes and she tilts her head, waiting. “I want you to have a full, happy life—one where you are loved and accepted and never have to hide. More than that, I want to beg you to follow me into the spirit realm so we can have an eternity there.”
One of her hands brushes along my jaw, gently scraping through the stubble there. “I’ve already made up my mind. I told you that.”
With a regretful, but relieved breath, I nod. “You can change your mind.”
