Page 29 of The Last Feast
I don’t know how long we lie there when an owl hoots. It snaps her out of the blank staring, and she lifts her head to softly kiss me. Threading my fingers through her hair, I deepen thekiss, feeding all the illogical emotion from my chest directly into her as I cup between her thighs to pull her closer.
My breathing is heavy when I pull back to look at her. I don’t know what I’m looking for, but I search her eyes, and I can’t even focus on breathing at a regular pace with her in front of me. She’s changing me. I don’t understand it, but she is. Then, she smiles. She fucking smiles. So innocent, one side of her lips slightly lower than the other, and I know I don’t give a fuck about however I evolve, just as long as it’s under her command.
I pull her closer, resting our noses together so I can get deeper into her open eyes that dazzle me. But she kisses me again, rethreading my DNA so the strands have her name weaved between them. The irony is, I was planning on leaving medicine to go into research, specifically triple helix DNA and how it can be used to heal diseases with no cure. Coming home was supposed to give me breathing room to make that decision. Now, I’ve found the physical personification of it in Hana. She’s healed what she didn’t break, what I thought I’d never be able to recover from.
So, I kiss her with gratitude for a life she saved as I free my dick. She kisses me deeper as I slowly push inside her, moaning and clenching around me.
“Shh, don’t move,” I coo, stroking her hair. “Keep daddy’s dick nice and warm.” I slip my thumb into her mouth. “Suck until you feel better.”
She lays back on my chest, allowing me to slowly bury my dick inside her as she sucks on my thumb. Both of us are soothed, and I continue stroking her hair as I close my eyes.
The little brat bites my thumb with more energy than she previously had and sits up, clenching around me and dropping my arm on the bed. Wrapping her hand around my neck, she grits, “You are my whore, Jamie.”
“Yes, baby,” I moan, silently begging her to use both hands as I tilt my chin up to expose the side of my neck free from her violence.
This crazy woman is scared of vulnerability. If she needs to control my air to find her comfort, I’ll gift her my lungs like balloons with little bows on them. I just want her.
And she gives it to me as she wraps both hands around my neck, slowly lifting her hips to ride me. I massage up her body to her tits that are heavier than I would expect for her frame. Without the lens of fear, I really see her. Beyond the scars, the terror she hides behind, is a woman who’s been hurt. That changes now as I softly massage her tits. She will never know pain again. Every touch she experiences will be one she craves, filled with love.
“Is this good, baby?” I ask.
“Harder,” she moans, throwing her head back as she rides me faster. Her thighs slap down on mine, leaving red marks on both of us as I pull her nipple between my thumb and forefinger.
“Like this?”
“Yes,” she moans louder, grinding on me to give her clit friction. “More.”
“Look at me when you ride my fucking dick,” I grit when she closes her eyes.
“No,” she snaps, tightening her hands around my neck. “I’m going to use my whore how I want.”
“Fuckkkk,” I groan as she slowly lifts her hips while clenching around me then drops down, flexing her inner muscles.
She rides me faster as she pulses her hands on my throat, exercising her control over my air. Her eyes are on mine, though, like a reward.
“You’re doing such a good job, baby,” I praise as I force myself to remain still. “Show me how much my clever girl needs her daddy’s dick.”
“Jamie,” she moans.
There’s a current of fear when she plants her feet beside my hips, but she applies more pressure on my throat before she removes it entirely and leans back to grip my knees.
“Fuck, Hana, baby,” I breathe out in awe at the muted view of her open for me.
Just like she did in the maze, there’s uncertainty in a position that has her exposed. There’s no demand or violence. She gulps and slowly circles her hips. Cupping her cheek, I place my thumb on her bottom lip and wait for her to take what she needs.
“You’re perfect, baby,” I whisper.
Tonight is about her comfort. When we redo the day, we’ll make it better and find out each other’s likes and dislikes, each little thing that drives the other crazy. Yet, she’s still perfect as she mumbles, “I’m clever?” before sucking my thumb into her mouth.
“Yes, my beautiful, clever girl.” I slowly turn, careful not to push my thumb deeper into her mouth as I switch our positions. I turn her head to the side, exposing her neck so I can feel her pulse against my lips as I slowly fuck her in long, hard strokes.
“Jamie,” she moans around my thumb, her nails digging into my back.
“My good little girl. Keep moaning my name.”
Her moans get louder as I kiss down her neck to her chest and even louder when I bite the side of her tit. “Harder.”
I lift up with my hand against the wall to see her clearly as I grind into her, giving her clit friction. “You’re not in control right now, baby.”
