Making Love To Death (One Night With Death)

by Kristen, Natalie

  Breaking away from her lips, Death took a long breath and closed his eyes like he was in pain. His hands were still holding her face, and he tilted it up for one last, long kiss before moving his lips down the length of her body. He kissed down her shoulders, her chest, around the swell of her breasts, her nipples, her flat belly and down the inside of each thigh and calf. When he reached her toes, he sucked every one of her tensed, curled toes before flipping her onto her front. Emma found herself pressed against a hard, cold surface that was the same color as the surrounding blackness. It was like making love in pitch darkness, except that she could see him in stark clarity. Her nipples became erect at the sudden chill against her skin. Emma shivered when she felt Death's hot breath on her back. He was breathing and kissing down her spine, from her nape to her butt. She braced against the invisible black surface when he parted her legs and she felt his tongue dart in between the round globes of her butt. When his tongue found her hole, her shivering became more intense.

  Death continued exploring her with his tongue, pushing deeper into her hole and making her muscles clench in pleasure. Her juices were trickling down her thighs and she moaned when he reached out and started to finger her clit. His probing tongue and fingers were driving her wild with desire. She pushed her hips up to him, urging him deeper into her.

  With one arm under her belly, he pulled her up and eased her legs apart. Emma could feel his cock pulsing against her thigh. She closed her eyes as he rubbed his cock up and down the crack of her butt. The tip of his cock slid between her folds, and felt her dripping vagina. “You're so wet,” he whispered.

  She swallowed and nodded, her fists clenched to prevent herself from screaming out. She wanted to feel him inside her, feel every inch of that beautiful cock deep in her.

  “Breathe,” he commanded. “Breathe deeply.”

  She sucked in a breath, and felt him dip his cock into her slit. But he didn't push in. He just held still, letting her squeeze the head of his cock in anticipation and want. His hands were holding her waist, as he gradually guided himself into her. Inch by inch, he slid his cock in. Her vagina walls were already rippling and clenching around him as he entered her. “You're too tight,” he gritted out.

  He was only halfway in, and Emma already felt like her pussy was stuffed full of his cock. She wanted to take him all in, but she could feel spasms of pain from the girth and length of his huge cock.

  “Please...” she gasped.

  Without warning, he slammed into her, and she would have flown forward had he not encircled her waist with his arms. He kept his hands on her hips as he began to pound into her, and the sound of his flesh slapping against her buttocks ricocheted around the darkness.

  He pounded his huge cock into her mercilessly, relentlessly. Emma closed her eyes and felt the pain melt into a liquid warmth that spread from her hips to the rest of her body. The more tense she was, the harder he punished her. But once she started to relax, his strokes slowed and he glided in and out of her smoothly and gently. He tilted up his hips with each thrust so that his cock scraped against the roof of her vagina. Emma moaned at the giddy pleasure, and she pushed back against him, her breasts swinging with the movement. Her breasts felt heavy with need, aching to be touched. She could feel him gyrating his hips, massaging every inch of her pussy with his cock. He fingered her navel with one hand, and reached down to rub her clit. He continued thrusting steadily into her while increasing the pressure on her hard, pulsating clit. Emma lifted one hand to squeeze her own nipple and that was her undoing. Her orgasm came in a violent, shuddering rush, surging and crashing over her in a ferocious, hammering wave. Her senses and strength fled from her as raw pleasure wrecked her body. As she struggled to catch her breath, she felt strong arms holding her protectively as she slumped against him.

  Death hugged her to him, stroking her arm and kissing the back of her neck and shoulders. He wasn't moving and she simply savored the sensation of her pussy clutching insistently at his hard, still cock. Slowly, he withdrew from her and she whimpered at the sudden emptiness that she felt. She just couldn't bear the feeling of them being apart.

  Whipping around to face him, Emma kissed him passionately on the lips then moved her way down his lean body. God, how she missed this solid, sexy body. She had dreamed and fantasized about this moment for so long. She could remember how his body looked and felt, and her memory had been spot on. Every contour, every muscle, every line and angle was the same. Hungrily, she ran her lips and her tongue down his chest, while her hand played with his nipple. She heard him whisper her name as she pulled his erect nipple into her mouth and bit and sucked it with a singular, predatory purpose. To give him pain and pleasure, to let him feel her, and to let her know and remember the taste of him.

  She closed her eyes, letting her hot tears sting the back of her eyelids but refusing to let them spill down her cheeks. No tears and no goodbyes. Just...this moment.

  Emma took her time, committing Death's hot body to the memory of her lips and trembling fingers. She traced down his waist, his pelvis and cupped his balls in both her hands. He had shot his precious seed into her that night and given her a beautiful little boy. Emma leaned forward and licked the quivering drop of pre-cum from the head of his cock. She wanted to take him full in her mouth and swallow every last drop of him. But first, she wanted to play with him. Make him groan and growl, and beg. Yes, oh yes. She almost let out a low chuckle. Make Death beg.

  Emma ran her nail down the rigid length of his cock before wrapping her hand around it. Her eyes widened at his girth. She had known he was big, but holding his enormous cock in her hand showed her really how huge and long he was. Her pussy began to throb again with lust, and she could feel herself growing wetter between her legs. She wanted him again. She could never get enough of him.

  Inhaling his manly, musky scent, she opened her mouth and guided the head of his cock in. She sucked hard and swirled her tongue around the slit, making him fist her hair as he struggled for restraint. Her name escaped as a strangled sound from his throat. She moved to take him deeper into her mouth. He didn't move at all, for fear of hurting her. He knew his own formidable size, and he wanted her to take it at her own pace, at her own comfort. His trembling hands rested on the back of her head, then moved down to trace the outer shell and lobes of her ears. His fingers caressing the sensitive flesh of her ears made her tingle and she opened her mouth wider to suck in more of his rock hard cock.

  She began to bob her head, sliding her lips up and down his raw, powerful manhood. He filled her mouth just like he had filled her pussy, and she could feel her vagina walls contracting as she sucked him. Emma flicked her eyes up and saw Death's searing blue eyes staring down at her. He held her gaze as she continue doing crazy things to his pulsing cock with her mouth and her tongue. Almost against his will, he began to move, rocking his hips to push gently into her mouth. Emma took a deep breath as she felt him push in deeper. She took him in her throat, but he didn't push in all the way. He just closed his eyes and slid his cock in and out her mouth without forcing himself down her throat. And then he pulled out all the way, leaving Emma gasping for breath.

  Before she could protest, he pulled her up by the wrists and positioned her arms around his neck. She clung on as he lifted up her legs and cupped her buttocks. She wrapped her legs around his waist and felt his cock push at her opening. Kissing him, she lowered herself onto his erect cock and sighed in contentment. This time he didn't wait. The moment he penetrated her, he began to thrust hard and viciously. His hands gripped her buttocks and slapped her body against his. Emma's breasts heaved and bounced, and her nipples rubbed against his broad chest. The friction and the force felt so good. She wanted it harder, faster, deeper. With her hands raking through his blond hair, she pushed his head down to her, letting him bite and kiss her neck and earlobes.

  Looking deep into her eyes, he pressed his forehead to hers and whispered, “Emma, do you...do you want me?”

  Her e
yes rounded and her breath hitched. “Y-yes. Yes, I do.”

  He gazed unblinkingly into her eyes, his expression searching, serious and anxious. “Do you want me...forever?”

  Emma let the question sink into her consciousness and willed her logical, rational mind to wake up from its sex-addled slumber and get to work. Was he asking what she thought he was asking? He was Death after all. Was he asking her to die, so that they could be together in Death, for eternity, forever?

  What did forever mean to him?

  “What are you asking me?” she managed to choke out at last.

  “Simply what I am asking. Do you want me forever?” he said quietly.

  “I have a little boy...” Your little boy.

  “I know. And I want to be with the two of you forever.”

  Oh God, was he going to kill them both?

  Emma began to shake in his arms. She tried to untangle herself from him, but something was pulling her to him, pressing them tightly together. His cock was still embedded in her, and she felt as though his cock was grabbing her, sucking her, melding her firmly to him. There was a fierce suction and she could feel her juices flowing freely. But her juices didn't ooze out of her pussy. They were being lapped up and sucked up—by his cock.

  Her eyes grew wide and frightened. What was happening? She tried to pull away, but she was held fast by his hands and his piercing gaze.

  “Emma...”

  “What are you doing? What is it that you're doing to me?” she breathed.

  Her mind was struggling against the wave of pleasure that was spreading over her body. His cock felt so sinfully good. The way it moved and sucked and filled her. She wanted him to take more of her. Her head fell back as she let out a groan. “Oh...whatever you're doing...don't stop...”

  Her head snapped up as she heard her own delirious words. “Just...what are you doing to me?” she demanded, trying to keep her voice firm. Her body was writhing to give in to the foggy pleasure, while her mind fought to resist the overwhelming desire that was fast clouding her senses.

  “Taking you...and giving me, to you,” he replied softly.

  “What?”

  “You can feel it, can't you? You can feel me sucking you in, drinking in your sweet nectar. And still you are so wet. The exchange is necessary. I have to take you, and give you what I have.”

  “Your...cock is sucking me...?” Emma looked incredulous.

  Death nodded and quirked a wry smile. “You can't compare me to an ordinary human man. I'm not human...yet.”

  Emma blinked at him, her breathing quickening as she felt his cock swell and throb in her. He was so aroused, so hard, so ready. “Come with me,” she whispered.

  His strong hands shifted to her waist and he moved her up and down his shaft. She caught the rhythm and began to move on her own as he thrust into her. Their pace intensified, and he pushed deeper into her. Their eyes burned with hunger as they pushed their bodies towards each other more intensely, more intimately, more urgently. They were both cresting unstoppably towards a violent climax. The heat and the hunger were consuming them both, and Emma felt like her mind and body were going to burst into flames any second.

  Her orgasm shot through her without warning and she cried out as her body lost all control. A white heat burnt before her eyes as she screamed and shattered into a million pieces. She could feel him spurting deeply into her, shooting his warm wet seed into her body. He gave as much as he took, and more. He kept moving in her as she came, prolonging her orgasm and pushing her higher until she thought she might never come back down.

  Her cries subsided into pants and sighs as he lowered her onto her back. Emma buried her face in the crook of his neck and held him tightly. She squeezed her eyes shut as he planted a lingering kiss on her forehead. He had told her right at the beginning that there would be no tears and no goodbyes. She would be strong. But she just needed to hold him for a while more.

  Forever.

  A memory was forever.

  Perhaps that was what he meant.

  Forever and never. Two sides of the same coin.

  She held him until the darkness receded around them. She shivered as she felt his arms release her and the heat around them fade as cool air rushed in.

  Cool air-conditioned air.

  Chapter Seven

  Emma blinked up at the fluorescent lights overhead. She was staring at the ceiling of her office. With a gasp, she scrambled up to find herself sitting on the couch at the corner of her office. She was still wearing her black skirt, and her bra was in place. But her blouse was lying in shreds on her office floor.

  Clutching the side of her head to stop the room from spinning, she became aware of the sounds of chatter and footsteps filtering in from outside her office. Hurriedly, she picked up the pieces of her shredded blouse and shoved them into a drawer. Walking over to the small closet behind her desk, she opened it and pulled out a crisp white blouse. She always kept a set of extra clothes and shoes in her office, for emergencies. And this qualified as an emergency.

  Just as she did up the last button on her blouse, her secretary poked her head round the door and asked, “You were looking for me, Miss Davis?”

  “Yes. Um...where were you, Suzie? You...weren't at your desk,” Emma began slowly.

  Suzie looked confused. “I came back to my desk as soon as I passed Mr Cunningham's documents to the courier. You said you wanted the documents signed by today.”

  “Yes. Yes, of course. And...the other secretaries...were they all at their desks...when you left?”

  “I think so. Most of them anyway. Is anything the matter, Miss Davis?” Suzie frowned.

  “No. No. That is all, Suzie. Thank you.”

  Emma slumped into her chair and took deep, steadying breaths. She had seen him again, and made love to him. That had been real. And it had been so incredible, so sweet and...sad. She could sense that he wanted to tell her something, but couldn't. But how do you question Death? There would always be more questions than answers where Death was concerned.

  Could she live with that?

  Everyone else did.

  So why couldn't she?

  Her tears were falling freely down her chin onto the legal pad in front of her. Emma glared down at the splatters on the paper and with a sudden, violent sob, ripped the page out viciously, feeling as though she was tearing out her own heart. Anger was just as expression of pain. It gave the pain something to do, something to destroy. Crushing up the paper in her fist, she hurled it across the room and swiped away her tears.

  With shaky hands, she yanked her compact mirror out of her bag and concentrated on touching up her makeup. Just as she finished slicking on her lipstick, her phone rang.

  Emma snatched it up, almost grateful for the interruption. “Yes, Suzie?”

  “There's a Mr Damien Blake on the line for you.”

  “Who?” Emma pinched the bridge of her nose, trying to recall all the names of her clients. This name didn't ring a bell. “Is he a client of the firm?”

  “No. But he would like to set up a meeting with you.”

  “Okay. New client,” Emma said curtly. “Set it up then.”

  “Yes, Miss Davis. But...” Suzie's voice faltered over the phone.

  “But what? Tell him our standard rates. And if he retains our firm to act for him, then...”

  “Yes, I've already informed him of our charges. But...he wants to meet you, well, very urgently. He...”

  “Ask him to come down to our office tomorrow.”

  “Mr Blake is in the hospital.”

  “Oh? What happened to him?”

  She heard Suzie swallow loudly. “Er...he...he, um....”

  “Yes, yes, get to it. What does he want?”

  “He's requesting...”

  “That I attend to him at the hospital,” Emma cut in flatly.

  “Yes. I told him that you don't...”

  “Fine.”

  “What, Miss Davis?”

  “I said I'l
l do it. I'll go see what he wants. Let him know that our charges for out of office meetings are triple the hourly rate.”

  “Yes, Miss Davis. I'll let him know that you'll meet him tomorrow evening.”

  Emma put down the phone and powered up her computer. New client, new business. Time to get busy. And in her experience, getting busy was about the only way she could deal with the void in her heart. The void he had left, and left again.

  Quietly, Emma opened her drawer and looked down at the remnants of her torn blouse. She touched the soft fabric lightly, remembering Death's powerful hands gripping her blouse and ripping it from her body. As she ran her fingers over the sheer material, she could feel his touch, his heat, his passion. He had held her and loved her. And this time she hadn't dreamed it. He did come back. He had come for her, for the last time.

  And he was gone.

  She picked up the framed photograph of her six-year-old son, Luc, from her desk and put it into the drawer with her ripped blouse. These were the two things that would remind her constantly of Death and what he had shared with her. Emma exhaled a long, shaky breath. He said he knew. He knew about Luc, and he said he wanted to be with them forever. What did he mean?

  She shook her head and closed the drawer softly. If she had asked him, he would simply have told her that he meant exactly what he meant.

  Ah, he would be the Death of her.

  Emma smirked. That was funny. To a degree.

  But what was even funnier, and sadder, was that she seemed to be courting Death, wishing for Death. Emma gave herself a firm, sobering mental kick and stood up. She needed to be with people right now.

  Opening the door, she stopped at her secretary's desk and said, “There's a staff reception on the thirteenth floor conference room to welcome the two new partners. Shall we go?”

  “Oh.” Suzie looked up, startled. “But you never attend the receptions, Miss Davis,” Suzie blurted out in surprise. “You're forever rushing to finish up your work and...”

  Emma gave a lopsided smile. “Never say never. And forever can't be forever. So, stop typing already. Let's go eat, drink and be merry!”