by Dark Angel
She nods her head in agreement but I can tell she doesn't really mean it. She probably would want to die if something happened to any of us, and that's a pain I can't bear to focus on.
I have her to think of now and I might have to start considering her before all things, including war.
I hold her to me and I suggest we take a shower. "Come on, I can wash the blood off and I want nothing more than to see more of you naked."
"Are you sure you can manage it?"
"I’ll just let you wash me, okay?"
This idea seems to perk up her mood. Poor thing has been through enough in her short life. For her to consider not living because of me, well…that reveals the depths of her feelings. But it also shows how crazy she is to think that she couldn't be happy unless we were here. She would find another round of guys - at least I hope she would. I can't imagine her having our connection with anybody else.
If I died though, I'd want her to be happy for sure. And besides, what am I thinking? If something happened to her my life would be equally over. I have to banish these thoughts and return to this moment with her.
That’s all that matters.
The fighting is over and hopefully, that will be the last of it.
"Come on, let me help you." I allow myself to lean on her and she guides me to the shower. She gently strips off the rest of my clothes. She examines me thoroughly for any other wounds and then as she's on the floor inspecting my legs she begins to tenderly trail kisses up and down them, all over my body. I can tell she's happy to have me home, basically in one piece. She comes up and her lips meet my mouth and I begin to consume her. All I want now is to forget the past, for my soul to merge with hers and we will become one. In that space of ultimate contact, I can be me and I will be free. I want to penetrate her with my cock that is rising fast and hard to meet her tight little pussy. What a treat to come back and find her in the nude.
She helps me into the shower and she makes the water a little cool so as not to aggravate my shoulder. She washes me off. Carefully she soaps the wound and the rest of my body. I have never been nurtured like this before and I never realized how good it would feel to be in the grace of someone you love.
Most girls come and go out of my life, like fleeting images, never permanent. But there in the background, seeking me out from the shadows of the stage curtains, was my Zeva. She always had her eye on me and mine were on her. Little did we know it would bring us through this incredible journey of being together for the rest of our lives. I relax into that thought.
"I'm so glad you're here," I tell her.
"I will always be here, Wade. You know that, don’t you?"
I stare up at her, a tired smile on my lips. "Of course I do. We all do, Zeva. Me, Jason and Alex. Our lives are yours now. "
"But the war…I can’t stand having you at war.” she says. " Was it worth it? Was it worth risking everything because of that?"
"Yes…because it kept you safe. That will always be my priority."
I let her hold me in this moment, she's clinging to me like she's wanted it for years.
By the time we step out of the shower, I feel like a new man. She caressed me gently, her fingertips working wonders all over my body, and I feel more exhausted than I’ve ever felt.
I allow her to lead me toward the bed, and the moment I lay down on the mattress, all lights go out inside my head.
Chapter 33
Zeva
I lay next to him for almost an hour, just watching him sleep.
I keep my head on his chest, my arm draped over his body. My eyes are closed as I feel the steady rise and fall of his chest, and I keep a large smile on my face.
Being here with him, snuggled against his body, it’s perfect.
“Zeva,” he whispers, stirring in his sleep. He opens his eyes lazily, and then his lips curl into a smile. Reaching for me, he strokes my face with the back of his hand, doing it gently.
“Oh, crap!” He suddenly mutters, sitting up on the bed. He rushes toward the door, almost as if he’s still asleep, and then turns on his heels to face me. “How long was I out?”
“Wade,” I whisper, coming up to him and laying one hand against his chest. “You barely slept for an hour. Come back to bed,” I tell him, purring out each and every word. “This is perfect,” I continue, my eyes locked on his.
“What is?”
“Just...just being here with you,” I tell him, not really sure how to process everything that happened. “It feels...right.”
“It feels right,” Wade repeats after me, his words charged with lust. Then, his lips turn into a wicked grin and he’s on me before I can do a thing.
My back hits the wall with a dull thud, and the impact is enough to make me become as wet as the Pacific. My thong becomes drenched in the blink of an eye, and desire takes over me before I can even process what’s happening.
His mouth finds mine a fraction of a second later, and our lips lock themselves in a frenzied embrace. My tongue meets his and I close my eyes, surrendering all of me to the flavor of his mouth. It tastes of oak and leather, a blend of manly scents that make a tingling sensation run up and down my spine.
“I want you… I want you to fuck me,” I tell him in a single breath, my heart tightening up as I press my body against his. Opening my legs, I press my crotch against his thigh and bite on my lower lip, the pressure on my pussy making my heart gallop inside my chest. “Fuck me,” I repeat, taking my lips to his ear and brushing them against his skin.
“That’s all I wanna do,” he replies, laying one hand on the nape of my neck and tangling his fingers on my hair. Holding my head still, Wade presses his lips against mine again, kissing me deeply as desire keeps on bubbling inside me, scalding like boiling oil.
Still with my crotch pressed against his thigh, I sway my hips gently, rubbing my wetness against his leg and allowing that electric warmness to spread all over my body. I keep on pressing harder and, with one hand, I pull my dress up to my waist. As I do it, the wet fabric of my thong presses against his pants, staining them with my fluids. But I don’t care; right now, I don’t care about anything but satisfying the cravings of my body.
With a knot in my throat, I grab his shirt and pull on it, untucking it from his jeans. I move straight down to his belt then, my anxious fingers fumbling with its buckle. Once I hear the metallic jingle that tells me the buckle’s off, I push his zipper down; I run my tongue between my lips as I feel that bulging shape under his boxer briefs, straining against the fabric and bumping against my knuckles. He’s as hard as I’m wet, it seems, and that’s exactly what I need right now.
“I want it now,” I groan, hooking my fingers on the hem of his boxer briefs and pushing them down. “I want you to fuck me … right now!” I continue, giving his boxer briefs one final tug and allowing his cock to spring free; the moment it does, it whips me across the back of my hand, and I feel my brain overheating as I can’t help but imagine his cock pushing its way into my depths. I don’t know what it is about this man, but he drives me utterly crazy.
“You want it now… You’ll get it now,” he groans, his hands sliding down the side of my body. He takes them down to my ass and over the rising curve of my cheeks; there, his fingers turn into claws and he pulls me up. My body reacts on its own and I lace my legs around his waist, throwing my arms over his shoulders at the same time.
Taking one hand to between my thighs, he pinches the fabric of my thong and pushes it aside. My eyes roll in their orbits as I feel the tip of his cock brushing against my drenched folds, and my insides clench in anticipation.
“Is this what you want?” He asks me, his mouth against my ear. I say nothing - I just tighten the hold my legs have on his waist and, taking that as a yes, he simply thrusts with all of his might.
His cock parts my inner lips in a fraction of a second, and I can’t help but gasp as I feel his long inches straining against my inner walls on the way in. Fire seems to spread from my pussy to the
rest of my body, my nerve endings heating up all at once.
“Oh, fuck…” I whisper, my pussy stretched wide by his huge cock. I’m running both my hands through his hair, my movements loose and erratic. I don’t even know what to do with my hands right now, to be honest. All I want is for him to start thrusting, to rave my tight little pussy and—oh, seems like he can read my mind.
Reaching for my neck with his mouth, Wade pulls at my skin with his teeth and, at the same time, he starts rocking his hips against mine. His cock slides in and out of my pussy at a steady tempo, and it feels so gloriously amazing that I can’t even think straight. Thankfully, thinking straight isn’t necessarily a prerequisite to enjoy this moment.
“Happy now?” He asks me, grabbing me by the hair and yanking on it. He holds my head still, forcing me to look into his eyes, and then he shows his devilish grin.
“I am… For now…” I manage to say between hard breaths, my lungs struggling to get the air.
“Oh? Maybe if I go a little bit harder,” he teases me, and then starts doing exactly what he threatened - he goes harder. And by harder, I mean to say that he’s fucking me mercilessly, pistoning his cock into me so fast that I can already see bright colors exploding behind my shut eyelids.
“So… so… so good!” I cry out, digging my fingernails into his back as my eyes roll in their orbits. With my back pressed against the wall, I buck my hips against, trying to match the rhythm of his body. I fail miserably, of course (how do you even measure up to a God like him?), but I keep on doing it, impaling myself on his cock over and over again.
As my pussy starts tightening up around his cock, I grit my teeth and start breathing deeply through my nose. I can already feel every single muscle in my body tensing up, almost as if concrete is being poured into them, and I know that all this pressure will inevitably end in a bright explosion of ecstasy.
“Come, babe… I want you to come hard… I want to feel that tight pussy become even tighter,” he whispers into my hair, and the cadence of his deep baritone voice is enough to make my brain start boiling inside my skull. I feel a shiver shoot down my spine, my pussy becomes electrified and—OH GOD!
All that tension from before dissipates as my muscles start to twitch and spasm, a sudden seizure of pleasure taking over me. I throw my head back, bumping it against the wall, and hiss through my gritted teeth. Even though my eyes are open, I can’t see a thing - pleasure has left me momentarily blind, my brain devoting all of its power to processing the ungodly amount of endorphins raging through my body right now.
Jesus, this isn’t an orgasm. This is magic. I don’t care what you call it, but this is one of the best feelings I’ve ever had in my entire life. If I died right now, you can be sure that I’d go out with a large smile on my face.
“Hey, you okay?” I hear him say, his voice jolting me out of my heavenly reverie.
“Me? I’ve never been better,” I reply with a smile, taking another deep breath.
“You seemed like you were about to pass out,” he laughs, slowly sliding his cock out of my pussy. I tremble as I feel his long inches leaving all that space inside my pussy empty, and I allow him to put me down on the floor. The moment my feet touch the floor, I have to lean back against the wall to remain standing; my knees are wobbly, and the muscles in my legs seem to have grown so weak I no longer trust them to keep me upright.
“I’m good,” I assure him, reaching for him and grabbing him by his shirt. I look into his eyes for a long moment, allowing the air to grow heavy around us, and then I get to work - popping open the top button on his shirt, I then keep my fingers busy as I undo the rest of the buttons, baring his sculpted chest. My heart seems to gallop faster with every inch of his chest that I reveal, and that gallop turns in frantic desperation as my eyes meet his perfect washboard abs. God, I just can’t help but imagine these abs flexing as he thrusts, everything in his body working like the perfect piece of human engineering that he is.
“Still want more?” He asks me as I push the shirt down his arms, doing it slowly and allowing the palm of my hands to brush against his triceps.
“Do I even need to answer that?” I shoot right back at him, biting down on the corner of my lip as I look into his eyes.
“No, I don’t think you do,” he chuckles, his hands darting to my waist. Grabbing my blouse by the hem, he pulls it over my head in one flowing motion. As the fabric falls from his hands to the floor, his eyes wander to my breasts, and I can feel him mentally undressing me.
“What? You want this off me?” I purr, grabbing the right cup of my bra and pulling it down slowly, allowing my rosy (and definitely very hard) tip to peek over the rim of the bra. He doesn’t waste a single second: he leans into me, parts his lips and wraps them around my nipple, sucking it into his mouth.
I let out a loud moan as I feel his tongue running in circles around my nipple, and I let instinct take the steering wheel: taking both my hands to my back, I find the clasp on my bra and open it. The moment he feels the cups drooping over my breasts, he pulls back from me and grins; grabbing at the front of my bra, he yanks on it hard and rips it off me, my nipples hardening even more as the air in the room laps at my naked breasts.
“Lovely,” he breathes out as he takes in the smooth curve of my breasts, reaching for them with his open hands. As he squeezes them softly, he takes one step back and kicks off his shoes; immediately after, he steps out of his pants and boxer briefs, standing in front of me completely naked.
“I can say the same,” I whisper, my eyes roaming up and down his naked body. I let my gaze linger on his cock, his shaft glistening from my fluids; next thing I know, I’m going down on my knees in front of him.
“Where are you going?” He asks me with a chuckle, but I think he already knows the answer: after all, both his hands are already on my head, ready to guide my mouth to where it belongs.
“I’m going where I need to be,” I respond, keeping my gaze locked on the huge member right in front of me. Hesitantly, I reach for it and curl my fingers around his thickness, feeling it slippery and wet, my juices still hanging to his skin. My eyes follow the movement of my hand as I start to stroke him, the coming and going motion of my hand simply too hypnotic.
As I pick up speed, I lean in and part my lips, reaching for his cock with my tongue. Instead of going for the tip of his cock, I tilt my head and lay my tongue on his shaft; as if I were licking an ice-cream, I like down his shaft, only stopping when I have one of his balls over my tongue. I suck into my mouth then, feeling its weight over my tongue, and I close my eyes for a second to savor the moment.
“Having fun?” He asks me, his voice strained and heavy. Allowing his ball out of my mouth, I run my tongue back up his shaft and wrap my lips around the tip of his cock, sucking it hard. Yeah, I’m having fun, I think to myself as I push my mouth down his shaft, feeling his long inches roll over my tongue all the way to the back of my throat.
Still with one hand wrapped around his cock, I start bobbing my head back and forth, sucking and stroking at the same time. I allow my unconscious mind to dictate the rhythm of my movements, and time becomes something abstract and ethereal. I have no idea for how long I keep on sucking but, by the time I finally pop his cock out of my mouth, the muscles around my neck and jaw feel as if they’re on fire.
That doesn’t mean I stop, of course. I look up at him with a smile, running my tongue between my lips, but I keep on stroking him with my right hand, moving it over the length of his shaft as fast as I can. He smiles back at me, the expression on his face one of pure delight. Yeah, he’s enjoying this as much as I am, no doubt about it.
“This was your break,” I purr at him, slowing down my stroking motion until my hand finally stops. “Now I want you to get back to work.”
“Work?” He asks me with an amused whisper, lowering himself until he’s on his knees right in front of me. “What makes you think that this is work?” He continues, running one hand through my hair and then all
owing it down, his fingertips brushing over the skin on my neck and then moving straight to my breasts.
“Then what is it?”
“It’s everything I want … and it’s everything I need,” Wade replies softly, both his hands now lying on my waist. Grabbing the zipper on my outer thigh, he pulls it down slowly; then, using one hand, he pushes me back and forces me to sit on the floor. The moment I fall on my ass, he grabs my skirt and pulls it down my legs, throwing it over his back.
“I like you better like this,” he continues to say, his gaze now focused on the wet fabric of my thong.
“Yeah? Maybe you’ll like me even better without this,” I purr, lifting my ass up from the floor and pushing my thong down my legs. His eyes narrow as my pussy reveals itself to him, and I notice his cock pulsing hard, almost as if it’s commanding him to fuck me as hard as is humanly possible.
“You’re right… You look so much better without any clothes,” he laughs, and I can almost see the hunger in his eyes growing. I almost expect me to jump on top of me like a tiger, but that’s not what he does; instead, he places his hands on my knees and spreads my legs wide. Then, moving fast, he leans in and starts kissing my leg, his lips slowly moving toward my inner thigh.
Throwing my head back, I sigh heavily as I feel his mouth closing in on my pussy. I grab his hair, but I don’t even dare direct his movements - no, I just keep my hands there to feel the sway of his body, every single cell in my body readying itself for an overdose of pleasure.
“Ah, God,” I moan as he wraps his lips around my clit, using his tongue to jab at it. Tangling my fingers on his hair, this time I don’t resist - I pull him into me while, at the same time, I thrust my pussy against his face. Swaying my hips, I keep on rubbing my wetness against his mouth, his lips struggling to find a place they can hold on to.
Giving up on trying to control the situation, he simply opens his mouth wide and starts devouring me, eating me out like a man that needs to do it in order to survive. There’s an unbridled hunger dictating the movement of his lips and tongue, and it just feels amazing.