I pulled the daisy from behind his ear, and his eyes followed it to his nose. I hesitated, waiting for him to give me the go-ahead before I allowed him to inhale the fresh floral scent.
His eyes told meyes,permission granted, by blinking twice.
I called out, “Woodrow, come back to me.” And I invited him to the here and now.
I didn’t feel bad about bringing him here in the middle of a sexual act. He’d read Hell’s ideas for the book; he approved.
He wanted this, too.
His muscles twitched, his hands tightening on my body. His bite turned to a kiss. Harsh and lustful to sweet and loving, and I craved both.
I was in sensory overdrive, and the moans slipping through his mouth as he blinked away his confusion, told me he was, too.
He was confused, but my scent and the smell of his sweaty skin on mine and the sex surrounding us, had him quickly realizing where he was and what was happening.
And he loved it.
A blast of pain hit my heart because our moments like this were numbered. Our time was expiring.
He feared going to hell. . . I told him he wouldn’t, but maybe I was wrong.
Because. . . this was heaven. And he wouldn’t get to stay here.
He leaned into me, knocking the painful thoughts to the back of my head as he rocked his hips, his legs pushing us higher. He tucked them up, and for a moment—a very special moment—we were flying. Making love under the stars.
“I love you,” I said, with the intensity of all I felt. “All of you. Completely you.”
I leaned in until my hair brushed his ears. He laughed, nuzzling in closer, enjoying the feel of me in his arms, and I enjoyed it, too.
“I love you more.” He smiled, taking the hair that was tickling him between his fingers. I almost locked up, but the love embedded in his touch kept me present. “Don’t think of him; think of me. Only think of me, and let it bring you comfort.”
And by doing that, he gave me the greatest gift of all. He gave me a new memory, and it wasn’t associated with pain.
I relaxed in his arms, and he went deeper. Deeper into my body and soul. My body tightened around his pulsing cock when it rubbed that magic spot inside me. I reached for him, my mouth desperate for his kiss.
His tongue danced with mine, tipping me over the edge as we dropped from the air, pushing deeper inside me at the perfect moment.
I broke off the kiss, a scream frantically climbing my throat. I startled the birds nesting nearby, but I didn’t care.
I didn’t even care as Woodrow took the daisy from me, dropping it to the ground where he could no longer smell it.
I’d have felt him tense again, but I felt nothing but bliss as his cock still moved inside me as I drenched his balls in my cum.
When my eyes rolled back to the front of my head, a different stare was on me. But it wasn’t cold. . . just determined.
Determined to make me come again as he fucked into me harder, driving himself closer to the release he’d been chasing and pulling me along with him.
His teeth were on me again, my hard nipple between them. He clamped down harder. One hand moved to my clit and he played there. His thumb rubbing eagerly while his fingers felt around himself as he dipped in and out of me.
“Who do you belong to?” he asked through his teeth, biting harder when I didn’t immediately answer.
“Y-y-you. . .” I stuttered the word. “I belong to you.”
“And what is my fucking name?”
“Hell. I belong to you, Hell.”
“And do youlike me owning your mind, soul, and tight cunt?”
