Page 78 of Bleed the Shadows
He stretched out his arm and stroked the back of my neck. “It’s true. I can’t remember what life was like before you.”
I looked over at him. “Honestly, same.”
“Really?” He sounded surprised.
I nodded. “I remember what things were like way before, when June…” I took a deep breath. “When June was still alive. But then there’s kind of this… empty space until I came to live with you for the first time.”
I didn’t want to tell him the truth: that the year and a half before that had seemed colorless and two dimensional. That I’d been like Dorothy in Kansas, and the Butchers had been my Oz, bringing everything to life.
It sounded too trite, too sappy.
“I really like having you live with us.” His voice was soft, his eyes like amber in the moonlight.
“Me too.”
He leaned over to kiss me and I held my breath in the moment before his lips touched mine. They were impossibly soft and sensual and I sighed when he licked the seam of my lips and slipped his tongue into my mouth.
He slid one hand into my hair and cradled my face, angling his head to take the kiss deeper. I disappeared into it, into him, the stroke of his tongue erasing all of my earlier fear.
The emotional stuff was hard and scary, but this? This was easy, elemental.
There was no need to think. All I had to do was heed the call of my body, and I leaned in, hungry for more of him.
He pulled me over the Hummer’s console and onto his lap and I accidentally hit the horn. It blasted through the night like a siren, and we froze, then burst into laughter.
“Come here, you little wrecking ball,” he said, settling me on his lap.
My dress was hiked up around my hips as I straddled him. His cock was already hard, and a shot of lust ran through my body when my throbbing pussy nestled against it.
His kiss turned feverish, my face in his hands. I couldn’t get close enough, and I tugged at the hair at the back of his head and molded my body to his.
We were both gasping when he broke the kiss and he pulled down the top of my dress.
“How is your skin so soft?” he murmured against my tits, still inside the black bra I’d worn under the red dress. “And how do you smell so good?”
He pressed his lips against my chest and pulled down the top of my bra, and I kissed his head as he took one of my nipples in his mouth. My pussy was slick with desire and moved on his dick, desperate to feel the pressure against my cunt even through his pants.
He sucked my nipple, his tongue hot and urgent as he palmed the other one.
The promise of his cock inside me was the only thing that gave me the strength to pull his mouth off my nipple and I reached for his zipper and unfastened his pants, freeing his cock as he slid my dress up around my hips.
His hands smoothed a path over my thighs and he grabbed onto my ass, bare thanks to my thong underwear.
“Hang on, killer.” I gasped as he lifted his hips to fish in his pocket for his wallet. The friction against my clit was almost enough to send me over the edge. I’d stopped thinking about anything but feeling him push inside me.
He removed a condom and I took it from him and reached between our bodies to smooth it over his hard dick. He pulsed in my hand, moaning as my palm closed around him.
“Fuck…” he gasped. “Fuck.”
I positioned myself over his thick head and he guided it to my entrance. It was enough to make me draw in a sharp breath, my cunt sensitive and ready for him.
I bent my head to kiss him, our tongues tangling in a heated dance.
His fingers dug into my hips as he pushed me onto his dick, thrusting up into me at the same time.
I cried out in his mouth, the pleasure that washed over me so total I felt like I’d been shocked. My nipples tingled until they almost hurt and goosebumps rose on my back and arms.
His tongue dove deep into my mouth as he became fully seated inside me and I moved my hips, already seeking the friction on my clit and the orgasm that came with it. He moved with me, his tongue stoking fires in my mouth that traveled to the far corners of my body, his dick filling every inch of my soaking pussy.
