Page 83 of Risking Immortality

Bending forward, Erin brushes her nose against mine. I hear her inhale deeply. Her grip tightens on my head, causing electricity to bolt through my pussy. God, I want her. Instead of our lips meeting, Erin swipes her tongue across my bottom lip faintly. I respond by dropping my hands to her ass, pulling her forward until she’s straddling my legs.

With her dress bunched up around her thighs, I massage her backside, encouraging her to move those sensual hips. Erin’s pillowy lips find my neck. I feel the tip of her tongue against my skin and then a delicious pain as she bites down.

Twisting my body, I flip us ‘round. Erin lands on her back with a soft bounce. Releasing my grip, I push her dress up higher and then I see she’s gone commando and all my birthdays and Christmases have been made. “You’re not wearing any panties,” I growl, my mouth salivating at her pink, swollen folds.

“Nope,” she states, and her eyes flash with need.

“You are perfect, Erin Hanson,” I mutter, already lowering my head. The first taste of her sweet ambrosia makes my eyes retreat to the back of my skull. She’s like fine wine.

Her clit is rigid. If I close my eyes and focus, I can almost hear the blood pulsing through it. I can feel its desperate cry for attention. My tongue traces the edge of her desire. Erin shivers and groans. Her hands grip the duvet hard.

“Amelia, suck me, please.”

Her pleas obliterate my restraint. Surging forward, I take her clit into my mouth. Her hips move with every slow suck and together we form a rhythm that is moving Erin closer to exultation. My hands travel up her torso. I blindly pull at the cups of her strapless dress. My fingertips meet her supple breasts. I palm them, massaging, then pulling her nipples, all the time amping up the tempo of my sucks and licks.

“Yes,” she hisses, as I pinch her nipples a little harder. I am completely in tune with her body. I can feel the exact moment my actions breathe life into her building pleasure.

Opening my eyes, I am stunned to see waves of light radiating off Erin. Gold and blue hues pulse and she shakes. “Oh… oh, Amelia… I’m… I’m com—” Her voice cuts off abruptly as her orgasm rips through her body. I continue sucking until Erin’s hand on my head begs me to stop. “I… I can’t take it anymore.”

My face is covered in her come, and I want more. Sliding up her body, I rest myself on top of her. Our kiss is fierce, but full of love. Erin cleans my mouth with her tongue. I reach between her legs and enter her. I love the way I steal her breath and the way she bites my chin.

Her hands fumble with the clasp of my pants. Moving, I create space for Erin’s fingers to slide into my panties. I know I’m dripping, and Erin’s little pleasurable groan tells me she’s just as happy as I am that her fingers are being coated with my arousal.

Our tongues and teeth clash as we fuck each other. Erin wanted me to make love to her, and I am, but I can’t go slow, not right now. My carnal desire to ravage her is too strong. Although, with the way Erin is pumping into me, I don’t think she could slow down either.

“Er—Erin,” I grunt, my hips pushing her fingers deeper and I am about to explode. “Fuck, yes!” I gasp as I flood her hand. Those blue and gold hues dance in front of my eyes once again. Our collective screams are swallowed by each other.

Rolling off her, I take Erin into my arms. Her head snuggles into my neck, and we simply lay there, recovering. Minutes pass before Erin stirs. “Did you see that?” she asks. My mind is still in a sex haze, and I don’t really understand what she’s saying. “Did you see the colors?”

I shift my head to see her better. “Yes, I saw. I saw them when we mated as well.”

“I think that’s all the proof you need, my love, that we are made for each other. We literally create beauty together.”

“I’ll never question us ever again. I swear it.”

Epilogue

Today is my thirtieth birthday. At the stroke of midnight, I’ll become immortal. Sounds like a fairytale, doesn’t it? But I assure you it’s real. This year has tested me in ways I never believed possible.

After finally talking through all my fears with Erin all those months ago, I vowed to myself I would never let my fears and insecurities get to me like that again. It’s been a process, let me tell you. I spend a lot of time practicing mindfulness and yoga.

Whenever I feel that fear creeping back into my mind, I bend myself like a pretzel for an hour whilst listening to ocean sounds. I’ve never felt more Zen, and I have Erin to thank for that. She has been my rock and greatest supporter. However, to her chagrin, she still hasn’t gotten me to where I can spend more than an hour with Lucille without wanting to commit homicide. What can I say? I’m a work in progress.

So, instead of worrying myself to death, I spent this last year getting to know my mate. Although our souls are bonded for all eternity, we became a couple extremely fast, even by lesbian standards—as my mother likes to joke.

Erin deserved—and still does—to be wined and dined. We went on a second first date—without the piercing pain of my suffering soul, this time. On the third date, Erin did in fact put out (again) to my utter delight. Everything with her has been so easy.

We still have two years until Erin hits The Big 3-0. I can’t deny it hovers at the back of my mind most days. All signs point to Erin changing, but there is no guarantee.

Unlike last year, I am not woken by my brother Laurence but by Erin’s tongue sucking on my nipple. I’ve tried to pretend I’m still sleeping, but the moment she clamps down, just the way I like it, my body betrays me, and I let out a small gasp.

“I knew you were awake,” Erin mumbles, my stiff bud still in her mouth.

“I didn’t want to distract you,” I reply, my hand making its way to her hair. The sun is shining through the open double windows. The ocean air gently wafting over our warm bodies.

“You couldn’t distract me from this if you tried,” she adds, swapping to my other breast.

Closing my eyes, I bask in the sensations Erin is eliciting with her tongue. All too suddenly, that sensational appendage disappears, forcing me to open my eyes. Erin is leaning over the side of the bed, rifling through her open luggage.

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