Page 50 of Absinthe Dreams
CHAPTER TWENTY
Chainsaw…
I’d done a lot of different drugs in my time. Due to my status as a ginger, not a lot of them did much for me, except when I got hold of some really good absinthe. The good shit, therealshit that was banned here in the US for a long, long time due to the wormwood in the list of its ingredients.
I’d chased the green fairy, the closest thing I had to any kind of addiction, to be totally honest. It was the one thing I kept returning to, the green of the drink turned milky with the right combination of water and sugar… maybe the green of some good-quality weed. But again, neither had I found to be as instantly or as all-consuming as lying with Genesis Bordelon.
One taste of her and I knew I was fucked. That one taste would never be enough, and that I’d be craving her for the rest of my life, the rest of my existence.
Fuck.
She was good. So sweet, so fiery, sointense.
She didn’t just lie there either. I mean, I know,shehad kissedme, but more than that, she wholly participated in things, didn’t just let me love her, but actively loved me back. From the sweet bite of her nails into my skin, to the way she caressed my calfwith the bottom of her foot, to the way she kissed me and the side of my neck or shoulder when she couldn’t reach my lips.
There were points as I let my body inside her do all the communicating, where I lay my head between her perky tits, pressing the shell of my ear over her heart to listen to it flutter like a caged bird against the bars of her ribs.
…and the way shetouchedme when I did?Damn. Her hands, sliding through my hair, her nails scratching lightly against my scalp as she drew steady, deep breaths and let herself luxuriate in the sensations that I fought to bring out in her. It was erotic, it was beautiful in its otherworldliness, and it wastranscendent.
I had dreamed about this. About lying with her, about the look in those beautiful green eyes of hers as I drove myself deep into her hot and ready pussy, and none of it disappointed. If anything, the reality of making love to her far surpassed the dreaming and the wishing, the wanting and theneedingthat I’d built up in my head more times than I cared to admit over the years.
Was I maybe a little insane, or obsessed? Probably… but it wasn’t like I’d tried to find her. She’d found me, and the attraction seemed mutual and was certainly undeniable.
I didn’t think too hard about any of it, choosing to let my mind go pleasantly blank for a bit and just indulge in her soft femininity, holding me, hands stroking over my heated skin, cooler somehow yet still warm. She was so soft, and her body fit mine like a glove.
I couldn’t deny how good it felt to be inside her. How good it felt to be with her and in her bed.
I couldn’t understand why anyone would want to harm her, and I would be damned if anyone would.
I would burn the world for this fair maiden, and fuck anyone or anything that’d try to stop me.
She gasped and let out a little “oh!” and I worked myself back and forth over the place inside her that was doing it for her. I was rewarded by a gentle gripping, a throbbing, a pulsing around my cock that left me close, so very close myself. Even though I knew it was weak, I still pulled out, rearing up on my knees, andfuck,the sight of my pearly jets of cum splashing against her fair skin in the low lighting of her room made my balls clench that much harder.
There was just something about it.
I didn’t leave her body for very long. I didn’t care about messes or get precious. I lay right back down over the top of her and brought my lips to hers in a kiss that sealed my feelings over her with something more possessive than I’d felt about anything other than my bike.
She wrapped her arms around me, her fingertips tapping lightly over my spine in between my shoulder blades, sending a ripple of pleasant sensation through me like a shot of mercury silver.
I pulled back and looked her in the eyes. She blushed and bit off a slightly nervous laugh and murmured, “Well, that was hot.”
I chuckled, kissed the tip of her nose, and murmured back, “I’m here at your disposal any time you want me.”
She giggled, and I grinned and delved my arms beneath her, holding her tight to me.
“Be careful what you wish for,” she cautioned.
I chuckled and pulled back to look her in the eyes once more and said, “Oh, I know exactly what I’m signing up for.” I kissed her again before she could get all flustered.
Allthatdid was serve to stoke the embers of our cooling passion back to a blaze, which I wasnotcomplaining about.
Before long, I had her on her knees and was pushing into her from behind, hands on her hips, thumbs caressing the small ofher back as I took her harder this way than I’d been before, but I just couldn’t resist.
She bowed down to the mattress, sliding her arms above her head, gripping the edge of the mattress below the headboard, and making these hot little feral sounds with every thrust I made.
Fuck yes,that was hot. So hot.
I implored her to hang on for me, and I drove into her, and oh, man, she responded beautifully, arching, pressing her hands against the top of her bed to press back onto me as I worked myself in and out of her in a punishing rhythm and steady pace.
