happens. Something changes. My breath is coming so fast I can’t keep up. It’s like this body is ahead of me and it knows just where it’s going. Grabbing his head, I press him hard between my thighs, feeling something wonderful cresting there.
“Ooooohhhhhhhhhh!” I gasp and moan, the sensation beyond sensation, spreading outward in hot, pulsing waves, extending past the borders of my flesh, moving in delicious, shuddering waves. I can’t stop it and don’t want to. I want it to last and last, his face pressed between my thighs, making those sweet noises.
When he kisses his way back up my belly, I’m breathless and wet, the air cool over my skin. The weight of his body covering mine dispels that in an instant, and there’s something stiff and insistent pressing between my legs. I know what it is, of course, but nothing could have prepared me for the feel of it.
“Easy.” His hand reaches between us, guiding himself. There’s a wonderful moment when he’s finding the right spot, slipping the head up and down, making me moan and clutch at him. “I’ll be gentle…”
Huge! He feels enormous as he eases his flesh into mine, letting out a pent-up breath in my ear. There’s no pain, just that feeling of fullness, being spread wide. I hold him tight, my eyes wide, and he looks at me and smiles.
“Easy,” he whispers again, touching his lips to mine, just briefly. “Let go…relax…”
I take a deep, shuddering breath, and feel the gentle swell and pulse of him inside of me. Reaching my hand down, I feel where we’re joined together.
“This is sex?” I look at him in wonder.
“Almost.” He smiles, beginning to move inside of me, slow, short, gentle thrusts, moving his hips in easy circles. “This… is sex…”
“Ohhh.” I close my eyes and smile, wrapping my legs around his waist. “I like sex.”
“I thought you might.”
We rock together, our eyes locked, and I feel it, that connection. It’s rising and warm, like the sensation in my belly. I recognize it now, and I want more. His eyes half-close as I watch and he thrusts deeper, harder, making the bed shift beneath us.
“Look at me,” I beg him, and he does, my breath coming so fast, our bodies coming together, the thick pulse between our legs driving us onward. There’s a moment so intense I can’t look anymore, I have to hide, and then he bites his lip, groaning and driving in deep.
“I’m gonna come!” And he is, and I am, too, the hot waves of pleasure rippling through us both at once, as if we’re one thing, and I wonder for a moment if we are. When he collapses onto me, I cradle him, kissing his brow. I’m smiling so big. I can’t help it.
“Thank you,” I murmur as he rolls next to me, covering us both with a sheet.
“No… thank you, little one.” His smile is sweet, but a little sad, as if he knows this is just temporary, that I will be gone soon.
Part of me doesn’t ever want to leave, but I know I can’t stay. I’m not meant to be human. My body feels like it’s singing or humming, and I like it. I also feel something else… as if I’m floating or drifting again.
“Zeph…” His hand caresses my hair, making me smile “I can’t keep my eyes open… what is this?”
“You’re just sleepy.” He chuckles, pulling me close and kissing the tip of my nose.
“I don’t like sleepy.” I yawn. It doesn’t seem to matter, though, because having a body is very demanding. It wants what it wants, and I don’t seem to have much control. My eyes close and I drift away.
Chapter Eight
“Zeph?” The bed is empty, but there’s an indent where he was when I run my hands over the sheet. The clock on the night stand says it’s just after midnight. So much time lost! I hate this thing called “sleep.” Why do humans need it? It’s so annoying!
My stomach isn’t growling but I want some more food. I want to taste . And I want more sex. More of his hands on me, his mouth, his
“Ooooohhhhhhhhhh!” I gasp and moan, the sensation beyond sensation, spreading outward in hot, pulsing waves, extending past the borders of my flesh, moving in delicious, shuddering waves. I can’t stop it and don’t want to. I want it to last and last, his face pressed between my thighs, making those sweet noises.
When he kisses his way back up my belly, I’m breathless and wet, the air cool over my skin. The weight of his body covering mine dispels that in an instant, and there’s something stiff and insistent pressing between my legs. I know what it is, of course, but nothing could have prepared me for the feel of it.
“Easy.” His hand reaches between us, guiding himself. There’s a wonderful moment when he’s finding the right spot, slipping the head up and down, making me moan and clutch at him. “I’ll be gentle…”
Huge! He feels enormous as he eases his flesh into mine, letting out a pent-up breath in my ear. There’s no pain, just that feeling of fullness, being spread wide. I hold him tight, my eyes wide, and he looks at me and smiles.
“Easy,” he whispers again, touching his lips to mine, just briefly. “Let go…relax…”
I take a deep, shuddering breath, and feel the gentle swell and pulse of him inside of me. Reaching my hand down, I feel where we’re joined together.
“This is sex?” I look at him in wonder.
“Almost.” He smiles, beginning to move inside of me, slow, short, gentle thrusts, moving his hips in easy circles. “This… is sex…”
“Ohhh.” I close my eyes and smile, wrapping my legs around his waist. “I like sex.”
“I thought you might.”
We rock together, our eyes locked, and I feel it, that connection. It’s rising and warm, like the sensation in my belly. I recognize it now, and I want more. His eyes half-close as I watch and he thrusts deeper, harder, making the bed shift beneath us.
“Look at me,” I beg him, and he does, my breath coming so fast, our bodies coming together, the thick pulse between our legs driving us onward. There’s a moment so intense I can’t look anymore, I have to hide, and then he bites his lip, groaning and driving in deep.
“I’m gonna come!” And he is, and I am, too, the hot waves of pleasure rippling through us both at once, as if we’re one thing, and I wonder for a moment if we are. When he collapses onto me, I cradle him, kissing his brow. I’m smiling so big. I can’t help it.
“Thank you,” I murmur as he rolls next to me, covering us both with a sheet.
“No… thank you, little one.” His smile is sweet, but a little sad, as if he knows this is just temporary, that I will be gone soon.
Part of me doesn’t ever want to leave, but I know I can’t stay. I’m not meant to be human. My body feels like it’s singing or humming, and I like it. I also feel something else… as if I’m floating or drifting again.
“Zeph…” His hand caresses my hair, making me smile “I can’t keep my eyes open… what is this?”
“You’re just sleepy.” He chuckles, pulling me close and kissing the tip of my nose.
“I don’t like sleepy.” I yawn. It doesn’t seem to matter, though, because having a body is very demanding. It wants what it wants, and I don’t seem to have much control. My eyes close and I drift away.
Chapter Eight
“Zeph?” The bed is empty, but there’s an indent where he was when I run my hands over the sheet. The clock on the night stand says it’s just after midnight. So much time lost! I hate this thing called “sleep.” Why do humans need it? It’s so annoying!
My stomach isn’t growling but I want some more food. I want to taste . And I want more sex. More of his hands on me, his mouth, his
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