Page 154 of Immortal Sun

I squeeze my eyes shut, they burn.

With the suddenness of lightning, he spins me in his arms and cradles my face in his large hands. He gazes into my eyes and then hungrily takes my mouth. He isn’t tender, when has he ever been tender or gentle? No, he’s aggressive, he wants, and I want to give more than anything. His tongue sweeps my lips, pushing inside, thrusting in and out in a timeless rhythm. He still tastes like the sea I’ve begun to crave. I shove past the thought that one day I won’t remember his taste. It will be like two deaths. Mine. His.

“Did you have a good day?” I manage to ask in our little fantasy world.

“The best, but none compares to coming home to you.” His smile is there but his eyes are sad, like he knows we’ve created this moment just for us and nobody else, something that no one can take away, something that neither of us will ever have.

He steps forward, causing me to walk backwards until I find my hips against the table. In one fast movement, he lifts me and sets me down on the hard wooden surface. His movements grow frenzied as he rips my white dress open, popping the buttons and sending them flying all over the floor. Cyrus moans when his eyes fall on my breasts, nipples already beaded with my arousal. He suckles first one, then the other. His breathing is uneven as he steps back and spreads my legs apart, he rips the rest of my dress away, I’m completely bare to him. He’s rough just the way I like it.

He stares for a long moment, his tongue running over his lips like he’s imagining tasting me there already. I squirm under his scrutiny. With deliberately slow strokes, he drags a finger over my clit, down into my slick folds, circling and tormenting. As he languidly leans forward, he slips a finger inside, then two. His lips are next, latching on with an almost painful tug while his third finger shoves in, stretching me, readying me for him.

He sucks and nibbles until I can’t keep my hips still. I buck and grind against his face and explode, diving over the cliff of orgasmic perfection.

“I’ve waited for this moment all day, it felt like an eternity,” he says as he draws back, stroking one finger over his lips tasting me again, sucking, popping.

What a great fantasy.

What a great story.

He unbuckles his belt and unfastens his tight black jeans. As he drops them to the floor and steps out, his cock springs free like he wants to remind me how huge he is, and how much he wants me. He brings the fingers that have just been inside me up to my mouth and drags them across my lips, dipping inside and teasing my tongue.

I taste myself, and my body feels like it’s contracting, ready for another orgasm, ready to do it again. He steps closer, rubbing his dick against my folds, seeking and finding my entrance. With one bold thrust, he’s inside me, not waiting for me to adjust but pumping into me fast and hard, stealing my breath.

His face is contorted with pleasure as he bends forward and presses a kiss to my lips, adding his tongue, giving me more tastes of my first orgasm. His tongue and hips settle into the same driving rhythm as he pushes a hand between us and circles my clit with thumb and forefinger, rubbing fast then slow then fast again. It’s just enough out of sync with the movements of his tongue and cock to make me lose my concentration. I’m no longer thinking, just experiencing.

He's Cyrus. Not Ra right now.

We’re back at our home.

Things are normal.

I’m sinking into him while he sinks into me. Could this moment last forever? Is that why people look into an immortal’s eyes or sink deep into Styx? Because they tell themselves that if they take that one chance they can have this fantasy forever? Not realizing that you’ll be in eternal hell.

It’s tempting, living in one moment, drowning in it.

So while he’s driving into me, while my concentration is gone, I ask the question. “Is this why they search after writing their names?”

“They search because they know.” He hesitates and then clenches his teeth. “What could have existed had Chaos not.”

“I like my gift. My immortal gift.” It’s the only thing I can find to say when my heart is breaking. “I’ve never experienced the sun like this.”

“Then experience it now with me.” He whispers.

“Love me. Just me, Cyrus. In a few hours you can be Ra but be mine now.” I know I’m begging.

“Do I get chicken noodle soup?”

“You get the damn soup.” I start to sob.

He nods and crushes his mouth against mine. I don’t know how much more I can take as my body contracts in pleasure. My heart is thundering an erratic cadence, and I’m about to explode. Abruptly, he stiffens, arching his back, head thrown back as the veins in his neck protrude. He slams into me once, twice, a third time. Then the thrusting stops with his cock hard against my entrance, and a deep groan is torn from his throat as he spills himself inside me. He is breathless as he finishes with some ragged thrusts.

He picks me up, still inside me, still hard even though he’s just spent. With my legs wrapped around his waist, he carries me to the bedroom and lays me tenderly on the bed.

The house dissolves around us, and the cave reveals itself once more. Cyrus fades back to Ra. I’m on my back and he is holding himself over me now, tears leaking from both eyes.

“That was a nice fantasy.” His voice cracks.

I reach up and brush my thumbs across his cheeks. His tears glisten on my fingers. I bring them to my mouth and taste the salty tears of a god. I didn’t mean to make him cry. This was supposed to be just a fun fantasy to escape our damned reality.

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