Page 88 of Light As A Feather
I’m ready to protest before he yanks me closer and lines himself up once again. My hips buck forward of their own volition as he guides the head into me. My pussy pulses, greedily opening wider for him.
“That’s it, take me, baby. Show me who this dick belongs to. Swallow all of me with that pretty cunt.” His eyes widen as he watches me pull him inside me.
I enjoy one moment of fullness before he’s rocking back and gliding out of me. I whine as he presses himself against me once again, pushing through the threshold as pleasure erupts white hot at my core.
“Look at that. Like I’ve always said, baby, we fit so fucking perfectly together.”
I can’t peel my gaze away from where he slips in and out of me, and neither can he. It’s not just the erotic sight of it, either. It shouldn’t be possible, and yet here I am, fucking the man I love even though I died days ago. We’ve been through so damn much; this is a small consolation for our suffering, that there is something more, that our hopes weren’t unfounded.
“You might be dead, but this pussy is mine.” He thrusts into me so fully that it could be too much, but it’s just enough, exactly what I need. “I know you feel me the way I feel you.”
“Yes,” I affirm. “You make me feel alive again.”
As that reminds me of just how fleeting this all could be, he pulls me into his lap once again, thrusting harder, with purpose. I return each thrust, vigorously riding him and taking everything he has to give.
While we don’t know anything for certain, there is no doubt in this, the way our bodies meet and come together, an unspoken language that we both know intimately. Lips meeting, hands searching, skin slapping, we chase that gauntlet of truth that’s nearly within reach.
I’m a quivering mess as I take his brutal thrusts that shake the last of the mortality from me. Thorne fucks me with intent, like he can bury himself inside of me permanently if he just goes deep enough. Like maybe he can lock us together until we’re inseparable for good.
Of course, he can’t, but I’m not going to be the one to stop him from trying. No. I match him, ignoring the shadows thatgather and shift around us just outside the circle he’s created. All that matters is us.
Us touching again.
Us feeling again.
Us coming together.
Us breaking apart.
Losing myself in the moment. In the movement and allowing myself to follow through. Like spinning in teacups when you lose control of the wheel, leaning back, letting your head swim with the dizzying giddiness. Chasing that, I come gripping around him, him emptying inside me, filling me with what I’ve been craving.
It’s not easy to come down from that, fracturing from the pressure, giving myself so wholly to the physical, but then he’s there, his hands roaming over my skin, guiding me back down to reality, putting me back in touch with myself.
When our breathing evens, Thorne lowers me to the ground. But he doesn’t lie next to me. Instead, he rolls me over and shifts my hips so my ass is raised in the air. I shiver under his attention, my pussy spasming.
“Fuck, you look so pretty bent over for me like this,” he groans while rubbing comforting circles over my cheeks. “I could watch my cum leak between your thighs all day.” His eyes are half-lidded as he stares at me with pure lust. His fingers slide up my sensitive inner thighs and push the dripping cum back into my cunt. “But it belongs in here.” With slow, methodical thrusts, he finger fucks it back into me, and I can’t tell where my own juices end and his begin as another rush of arousal drenches me.
“Lift my hips more, I don’t want to waste a drop,” I say as I clench, fighting to keep everything inside of me. Watching him over the curve of my ass, I’ve never wanted anything more than for him to fuck me again.
“I need you inside me.” The sound of my own wetness short-circuits my mind, desire overriding everything else.“Right now,” I plead as he continues fingering me.
“You know you never have to beg, but it makes me so hard when you do.” Sure enough, I can feel his cock stiffening against me again as he rubs the tip up and down between my ass cheeks. “Are you ready for me?”
“Yes. I need more of your hot cum deep inside me, please.” Arching my back, I spread my thighs wider, ready to take him again.
“So perfect,” he groans as he slowly shifts his hips forward, sinking into me at an achingly slow pace. As his dick fills me, our cum leaks out, sticky and warm on my thighs. “Does that feel good for you too, baby?”
“Yes. This is exactly what I needed.”
Thorne picks up his pace just slightly as he rubs a hand along my back, tracing the repelling spider down to where it rests at the dip just above my ass. Stopping for a moment, he holds my hips still, forcing my cheeks to meet his abs while he leans down to kiss that sensitive spot.
“I’m going to be gone for a day or two, Nightingale.” He sighs as he starts shifting his hips again.
“What?” I try to sit up, panic making me grip around him when I do. “No, don’t leave me.”
“Shh, shhh, shh,” he soothes, arm banding around my waist as he continues to thrust. “It’s going to be okay. I won’t let you disappear again. He won’t be able to touch you while I’m gone.”
“You can’t—” I lose my words to a feral moan, Thorne cutting me off with a deep thrust.
