We’re two people who’ve watched our world turn to ash, and have finally realized that even the charred remains of our past can’t keep us from finding our way back together.
The suspended chord of time that’s paused the Earth’s orbit, allowing us to stare at each other, goes taut before launching into hyperdrive. Suddenly, her mouth is on mine again. We’re a clash of caressing limbs and discarded clothing. We’re touching, feeling, and tasting every inch of skin available to our hands and mouths.
My tongue licks the seam of her throat as her hands dip into the waistband of my jeans, flushing us tighter together. Elena’s a mess of moans as she unbuckles my belt and unzips me. My lips don’t leave her skin as I stumble out of my pants.
She’s pulling down her panties, and I’m taking them from her hands when they reach her knees, slipping them off and throwing them behind me. Soon enough, we’re both completely bared, and my palms are digging into the flesh of her flawless ass, pulling her to the edge of the counter and angling her hips upward, just enough for my cock to notch at her entrance.
The soft, “Please” that leaves her lips is all I need to push myself inside her.
Both of us go still, all of the air stolen from my lungs. I watch her eyes as her pupils blow, and the radiant caramel of her irises are swallowed by black. Elena’s full lips part as her breath hitches with a silent moan. Her nails dig into my shoulder and my lower back as I press deeper.
The slide inside her is so fucking wet—soft and warm. Yet, she’s impossibly tight, gripping around me like a silken vise. I don’t want to leave her face, watching her eyes go half-lidded and her throat move with her moans, but I’m desperate to know what I look like sinking inside her.
“Elena,” I rasp, reaching behind her head and knotting my fingers in her hair. I pull her close, pressing our foreheads together. “Look at it, baby. Watch us become connected.” I thrust another inch, and the first of my piercings slides againsther inner walls, causing her to whimper. “Watch us become one.”
“August,” she cries as I inch deeper.
Her mouth falls open as I thrust to the hilt, and I catch her astonished gasp with my lips as my cock pulses at the perfect spot, causing her body to spasm around me.
I tangle my tongue with hers, flicking the ball of my piercing against her lip and clattering against her teeth. Her nails dig into my flesh like she’s desperate to force us closer. Her moans taste like a teenage dream come true.
Pulling away, I drop my head so we can both watch me retreat before plunging back in. With each thrust of my cock, the tight grip of her soaking pussy follows me, and the sight is fiercer than erotic, wilder than obscene. It’s undeniable proof of two bodies created to be joined together.
“Do you see how you grip me, Little Vice? It’s like you don’t want me to leave.”
“Never,” she breathes, nipping at my mouth. “Stay right here.” Pulling away with a slow tug on my lower lip, she whispers, “Paint your name inside me.”
My cock throbs at the insinuation. I begin pumping faster, savoring the slick, wet slide of my cock through her arousal, the way she tightens when my piercings hit the spot deep enough to send her spasming, and the lock of her legs around my back as her nails slice through my skin.
“Remind me that my body is your favorite canvas.”
I groan, dragging my tongue along her jaw. “Be fucking clear, Elena. Tell me exactly what you want.” I rock my hips to hit her deeper, quickening my pace until she’s panting—practically crying—into my mouth.
“Fill me…” She pants through each thrust. “With your cum. Please.”
“Fuck.” My head falls forward as I latch my teeth onto her shoulder.
She lifts her hips to meet my movements. My fingers grip her thighs, digging into her flesh with enough pressure to leave bruises, like she’s my anchor. Her tether wrapping around my soul, keeping me in this moment with her.
There’s nothing outside the two of us, no force that could unbind our beings now. Every lie ever told and every secret ever kept is freed by breathless moans we swallow, by the untamed words whispered into sweat-slicked skin.
“Are you sure?” I ask against her neck.
“Yes,” she whispers. “Be the first.”
My cock fucking throbs, body tightening and needing release, desperate to claim her the way she’s pleading for. I rock her hips against me, moving us faster. Harder. What was first a slow, steady rhythm becomes a chaotic cadence of our bodies slamming against the bookcase. The spines rattle, threatening to fall down around us, but I can’t stop the ferocity of my movements.
“The only,” I rasp, fingers flexing, digging into her skin.
“Yes. The only.” Her eyes fall closed.
The furniture shakes violently, like the rupture of the world around us, but we hold each other through it. The universe itself could rip open right now, and we’d sink into it without care, so long as we’re doing so in this embrace.
“Grip the shelves, Little Vice,” I groan through clenched teeth. Elena lifts an arm, clamping onto the edge of the bookshelf with her hand. I fold my palm over it, using our limbs as leverage to fuck her harder. “Look at me,” I rasp. “Go with me.”
She lifts her head, lust-laced gaze blazing through me. “I’m with you, baby.” She uses her free hand to cup my face, slippingher thumb into my mouth, and I bite down onto it as my body tightens with demand to fill her. “I’m yours.”
My vision blurs, release barreling through me like a bullet. I watch Elena through hazed eyes as my warmth floods her. Her pupils expand, and her lips part in a silent scream, like the sensation is something beyond words and sound. Her ankles cross at my back, hips locked around mine, pussy clenching me impossibly tight as she rides out her own orgasm.
