Last Chance for Love(10)

Katie responded by wrapping her arms around his neck and pulling him closer. Her touch was nearly enough to undo him, and they became tangled in one another. Lips to lips, bodies to bodies and simultaneously they began to slither out of their clothes. Katie’s ripped robes hit the floor with a thud. Nick’s clothing, the very items he’d died in, followed and before long they were falling back onto the bed, completely consumed with one another. “I’m going to love you in every way I can,” Nick said. “To celebrate this. That we’re together again.”

“Yes,” she whispered. “Love me, Nick. Love me, just as I love you.”

And with those words, Nick’s heart seemed to magically repair. Like the pieces of a jigsaw, they pulled themselves back into place so that the picture was complete all over again. Katie had taken it with her, and now she gave it back. He wouldn’t keep it for long though. How could he? Why would he want to? It was, and always had been, always hers.





Chapter Thirteen





When Nick lowered his head to kiss her breast, Ripley felt like she might die all over again. His mouth fastened itself around one nipple, licking and laving, tugging and pulling, and she arched her back to him. Desperate for the sensations to continue. It was like nothing she’d ever known, and she couldn’t work out whether it was because it had been so long, or because this was her soul now not her body and of course sensations would be different. More intense maybe.

“Yes…” she whispered, encouraging him. “Yes, Nick.”

His tongue stiffened her nipple until she thought it might explode, and a delicious ache spread right from it all the way down her body, winding and spiraling right to her core. To her wet heat, the place where she needed to feel him. The place where she’d missed him so fucking much.

She reached down between them, unable to wait another moment, and gripped his shaft. It was hard beneath her fingers, feeling as always like steel encased in silk. Hard and pulsing and her hot pussy clenched as she imagined it inside her. Filling her up, stroking her walls, making her scream—something she never thought she’d do again.

“I need you inside me, Nick. I need to feel you stretching me again,” she said. “Please.”

He settled between her thighs, and she pulled her hand away, wanting nothing to halt the contact between them. His skin to her skin. His cock to her cunt. The two bound together as they should be. “Fuck me,” she begged. “Please, Nick.”

Nick continued to consume her breast and then the other, moving between them. Tasting and teasing and Ripley groaned as both turned into little bullets. “Please….”

He kissed around the areola, before licking his way down her stomach, twirling his tongue into the belly button, and she giggled. She couldn’t help it.

“This is where you want it,” he said, dipping a finger into her pussy, gathering the juices before spreading them around her aching clit. His thumb pressed down on it, rubbing in little circles, stoking the pleasure until it gathered, circled, and extended from her clit, to her fingers, all the way to her toes.

“Yes,” she gasped. “I need it now, Nick please give it to me.”

He lifted himself up and entered her in one quick thrust. Ripley gasped and clutched her hands around his shoulders. Digging her nails into the soul flesh, urging him on.

“More,” she said. “Give me more.”

“There’s always more,” he said. “They’ll always be more. I’ll never let it be any other way. Not ever again.”

He pulled out, a slow movement, before thrusting back in, slow again. She felt his hardness against her heat and quivered beneath him. “Yes….”

Another thrust and then another. Their movements increasing. Both of them urging each other on. The barriers broke away all together, whatever had lingered, the hesitation, the tentative moments of that first meeting where neither could quite believe it nor accept it and none of that mattered anymore. None of it even meant anything. They fucked each other fast, frantic desperate. Each of them pulling for the pleasure, each of them desperate to make the other feel what they’d missed for so damn long.

Ripley’s pussy contracted and clenched. Drawing Nick in, her walls encouraging him to give her what she wanted.

“Oh God….” he groaned. “Katie….”

She arched her hips, wrapped her legs around his waist and pulled his lips hers. Their tongues met, chasing one and then the other back and forth. Dancing and playing in tandem with the movements of their bodies.

A tongue in, a cock in, a tongue out, a cock out. Over and over and then everything crystallized—everything hit in one amazing explosion.

The orgasm was beyond anything she could ever have expected. It flashed through her body like a wave of fire. Searing her spine, scorching her fingertips, and nothing mattered in that moment. Nothing could have stopped it. Only her and Nick. Only this and them.

She screamed, and he screamed and the feel of his orgasm extended her own so that they both cried out in one. Pleasure gathering between them and wrapping them both up. A perfect moment—nothing could have made it more so.

Moments passed, and they let out shaky breaths, both trying to get a hold on what had happened. “Nick,” Ripley breathed. “Oh God, Nick.”

“I love you, baby,” he whispered, his breath hot against her ear, his words so full of meaning.

“I love you,” she replied. Her heart feeling like it, too, might explode. “Always have, always will.”





Epilogue





“Coffee?” Lucia asked. “It’s almost as good as the stuff down there. Though not quite. They can’t quite work it. Though you think they could huh? After all the boss made everything so you’d think….”

Nick looked down at the gunky liquid and smiled. He couldn’t frown. He doubted he ever would again. After all, he had Katie. Katie in his arms and Katie in his bed and he loved her so damn much. Even the reaping wasn’t as hard as he’d thought it might be. They had an actual office and computers and filing systems. It was like something that would be found on Earth, and Katie had laughed when he’d gaped at it all. The boss made everything. Why would you think this stuff wouldn’t be up here? In fact they had some stuff he was damn certain had never been seen below, and it was unbelievable. After two months, he was still taking it all in but there was never any doubt in his mind that he’d made the right decision. No doubt at all.

“I’ll pass I think,” he said. “Wait till Katie’s back.”

Lucia laughed. “I so cannot think of her as Katie. She’s Ripley for crikes sake.”

“She’ll always be Katie to me.”

“Well, she’s gonna be pissed when she does get back. She hates collecting the babies. It hurts her.”

Nick sighed. Collecting the souls of those tiny beings wasn’t his most favorite activity either but it was better than the alternative, and he sort of thought now that he and Katie were doing this together they made it a little bit easier for each other.

“I’ll look after her.”

“I’m sure you will.” Lucia shot a smile in his direction, swigged down the coffee, and grabbed her robe. “Got my own shift to start, mostly oldies, so I’ll see you tomorrow I guess.”

“Yep. You can count on that. We’ve got another ninety-five years of this.”

“Bring it.”

It was over two hours later when Ripley arrived back, he’d spent the intervening time trying to work out the elaborate filing system she and Lucia had constructed.

He stood when she entered the room, smiling widely at her. “Hey, baby.”

Her robe was askew and her hair, her wonderful hair, was damp. She looked so fucking beautiful. “That was horrible,” she muttered. “God damn teenagers.”

He pulled her into his now hardened arms, because over those two months, his form had returned to the way it had been when they’d been together—all muscle and sinew. Katie had shrugged and explained that it always reverted to the time when you were most happy with it, and of course, he’d been most happy when they were together. She told him she missed the paunch. He planted a kiss on her scowling lips and rubbed her hair back. “I haven’t had one yet, not looking forward to it I gotta say.”

“They’re breaking you in gently, baby. Giving you the easy ones. It won’t last long believe me. You’ll realize soon enough.”

“I know,” he said. Because he did. It wasn’t always going to be easy he totally got that, but as always it was better than the alternative. “I’ll take it on the chin.”

She pulled off her robe and hung it on the hook behind the door, next to his. Her scythe, too, joined his propped up next to the desk. “Because of me,” she said.

She still wasn’t over the guilt, he knew that. Blamed herself for putting them in this position, but Nick was happy. Happier than he’d been in so long. Nothing could spoil that.

“Yes,” he said. “Because you came for me and brought me here, and I love you so much.”

She smiled, a small smile but one all the same, and he ran a finger down the sweep of her cheek. A limpid look filled her eyes, and he saw her shiver. “I love you, too.”