“Never, Chris. We're solid. We're lovers. We're –“
“No, no, no, no.” It comes out like a mantra, perfectly timed to his next four thrusts, body shaking strokes that leave my clit humming and breasts flopping. “We're meant to be, baby. I don't give a shit if it's crazy. I've never fucked anyone like you. Never wanted to spend time outside bed with a woman 'til you got your little nails in me. I'm never letting go of this, and if anybody wants to pull you away, I'll fucking kill them.”
Holy shit! His cock sinks deep, and he holds it there, then pulls back and begins power fucking me in quicker, shallower strokes.
There's no holding back. He jerks my hair tight, pulling my lips to his, swallowing the pleasure that comes screaming out of me when my pussy clenches a second later.
Soon, I'm not the only one screaming. Chris buries his length to the hilt and explodes, pouring his essence into me, pumping so much come into me I wonder if my pill will even protect us. In the moment, it's not such a sick thought. I'm thrilled by him knocking me up, taking full possession, owning me the same way he means with his words.
I know, I'm crazy. I know I'll feel something different once the spell is over, but maybe someday, we could have kids together. Maybe I could call him my husband. Maybe the whole world won't wag its finger at us for kissing, passion, making love...
We come together, locked like animals, thrashing in the stray sand that's blown up from the beach on this high cliff. I'm grateful for his strong arms holding me down, or else I might roll right off it. It's not the widest space, but it's the most amazing place we've ever done this.
Or maybe it's just his body digging into mine, filling me completely. I come so hard, I see stars in the rolling, red blackness my eyelids have become. There's a current flowing through both our bodies.#p#分页标题#e#
I've never been into supernatural crap, but it's almost mystical.
His kisses soften as our bodies stop convulsing. His cock tips into me, forcing out a few last strokes of pleasure, the last of his seed. I can already feel it running down my ass, onto the ground below us like some kind of ancient mating ritual.
“I love you,” I moan, when he finally lets me come up for air. Why is it still so hard to say it?
“You'd better. Whatever shit you're gonna say about me in your college paper's gotta be flattering.”
I laugh, and once it starts, I can't stop. He hasn't even pulled out of me yet. Something about the scene is quintessentially Chris, and my heart throbs, finally understanding his strange, magical enigma.
It's everything I can't keep myself away from. Everything that's pulled me into his embrace, so tight and deep I never, ever want him to let go.
We kiss a few more times before he pulls out and cleans up, before he straighten our clothes. I carefully stand on the cliff, wiping the dirt off my butt. I'm about to roll my panties back on when he grabs me, fisting my hand by the wrist that's holding them.
“Save yourself some time and leave those fuckers off. You ought to know by now I'm not a once-a-day kinda guy. Let's go get some dinner, and then we'll pick up right where left off.”
I blush, smile, and don't fight as he pushes the panties into my purse. I feel so vulnerable out here like this with nothing on underneath my skirt. But if there's any man who can make me feel secure, it's him, and tonight he's going to get whatever he wants.
Later that week, I'm eating with Evie and dad for the first time in forever. It's an awkward, tense dinner.
Nobody's talking since he tried to tell her about the latest crap with the airlines, some ups and downs in the stock prices making the shareholders nervous, all the worries I've heard a million times since I was a little girl.
Evie mutters incoherently and picks at her food. I down some extra wine so I don't explode, grab her by the hair, scream at her until she acknowledges my poor father fucking exists.
He's dying a little more day by day, and it's awful to watch. It's been months, and their relationship is already on fire. He can't take another collapse – I just know it. I look on sadly, feeling as if I'm replaying the last days of our family life before mom walked out and moved east, running off with her fitness trainer.
“Ladies, I'm going to be gone next week at the North American division conference I told you about. I trust you'll both be able to make do without me. I've got all the usual arrangements in place for the staff. And Cordelia, if you're going to have people over, please respect Evie's space. I don't want anyone coming upstairs to –“
Suddenly, the bitch slams her fork down, giving us both a look like a scolded cat. “Do you ever shut up and stop worrying, Bruce? You really think she's going to drag one of her little friends upstairs to disturb me with her fucking? She's too busy riding my son for that, and they like to keep it away from the house most nights.”