Page 58 of Imbalance
My entire chest flared at her admitting that I had her heart forever, but I had to hold back my retort that I didn’t want a different life. I wanted this one that we were living with her now.
“I love you.” Her voice was soft and had my entire body freezing. “I love you, Adrien, and I know it probably seems too soon—”
My lips pressed against hers, silencing her protest, “I love you. I love you so much, beauty.”
Her hand drifted from my cheek, down my neck, coming to rest on my chest above my wildly thumping heart. "Can you take me away from here? I want a moment alone with you."
My shadows responded before I could even process her request fully, wrapping us in their dark embrace and re-materializing us on a bed of soft grass under an area particularly well-illuminated by the moon's rays. A groan nearly slipped from my throat when I realized that my magic had deposited me on my back and Ama was straddling me, her hands pressed against my chest as I ran my fingers up her waist, keeping her locked to me completely.
Glancing around to ensure we were safe, she looked nervous at being exposed and so far from everyone. I hadn't meant to transport us this far out, where the light of the campfires was just a speck in the distance. At the same time, my magic sometimes knew what I needed better than I did, and I could already feel myself being able to breathe—being able to escape the pressure of everything that came with being back at camp.
Reaching up, I gripped her chin lightly as I cocooned us in my shadows once more, creating a dome around us. "My shadows will alert me to anyone or anything around us. We're safe here, beauty. Safe to escape all of that."
I was worried she would feel even more nervous within the pitch-black shadows I'd shrouded us in. No light was able to get in, leaving us relying on our senses of touch and sound to navigate in the darkness. Much to my surprise, I felt her body instantly relax under my touch and at my words, and she slid her hand down my chest to the top of my pants.
A low rumble erupted from my chest as she leaned forward and pressed her lips against my ear, softly saying, "I don’t want to escape us, though. I want you to feel me. I want you to feel that I'm alive and with you in this moment, body and soul. I'm here with you right now and no one can take this from us."
I knew what she was saying without her even expanding upon it. She couldn't guarantee that we would have forever together, but what she could give me was the memory of a moment in time when we lost ourselves in each other. A moment that was just ours.
There was something extremely sensual about losing the sense of sight. Every brush of her fingers against me felt like an electric undercurrent beneath my skin, which only heightened as she pulled my shirt off and leaned down to press kisses from my neck all the way down to the cut muscle of my hips. Her lips burned a trail of fire across my skin, and I groaned as she pulled at my waistband, reaching in to grip my cock in her hand to free it from the fabric.Shit.This woman clearly had no idea how much control she had over me, considering her touch alone had me feeling like I could fucking come.
"Ama," I breathed out, trying to maintain some level of rationale, "You don't have to do this just to make me feel better."
A low guttural sound escaped my throat as she began to slowly pump her hand up and down my length. She moved off of me for a brief moment. I wasn't sure what she was doing because my brain had instantly turned off, letting my other head take over. My worries fled from my mind as the sensations completely overrode my brain function. I had never explored a physical relationship with a woman prior to Ama, and the moment, paired with the intense emotions I felt for her, was causing a darker, more base instinct to come out—and I wasn’t positive how to handle it.
I wasn't sure if Ama knew I was a virgin. That all of my firsts had been with her. That she was the only woman to inspire this level of passion, protectiveness, and possession...but it was important to me that she knew.
Her hand left my cock for a moment, and I heard the rustling of clothes being removed. I tried to sit up in order to grab her soft waist, wanting to be the one to undress her, but with a small laugh that had my cock hardening even further, she managed to evade me. Seconds later, she draped her leg back over me and gently pushed my chest back down, the heat of her pussy settling over my cock.
“Fuck,” I let out a rumble as my hands found her waist to hold her there. Instinct had me wanting to slam up into her but knowing that I needed to tell her. “Ama, beauty, I’m a virgin.”Smooth. Real fucking smooth, Adrien.Nothing like blurting out “I'm a virgin” to set the mood. I honestly wasn’t sure how I’d expected it to come off, but it had sounded way fucking worse than I’d intended.
I groaned in embarrassment, but she was quick to giggle and brush it off. She replied, "That isn't something to be ashamed of…I like the fact that you haven’t been with anyone else.”
Relief swept through me swiftly, and my hands moved to rest on her hips as she asked, "I should ask, though...is this something you want? I don’t want to rush anything—"
"Yes, devil yes, I want this," I answered, my hand drifting across her stomach and knocking her hand off my cock as my thumb found her folds, slick with arousal already.
"What are yo—" she began to ask but was cut off as my thumb found her clit and began to rub it in slow, teasing circles.
She let out a soft moan, and my cock twitched, loving that I was the one to make those sounds come from her. She quickly moved up my body to position herself directly above my cock, and as she lifted up, my hand fell from her pussy.
Her hand gripped me once more, aligning it with her hot, tight center. She slowly lowered herself onto me, squeezing me tight, and I lost my fucking mind in that moment—seeing stars and unable to remember my own devildamned name. All brain cells had officially vanished. My entire being was completely focused on how amazing she felt wrapped around me. Ama was fucking meant for me, and we fit together perfectly.
When I was balls deep in her heat, she clenched around me, letting out a small moan as I filled her and rocking her hips to adjust to my size. No one had ever fucking told me, but I was well aware that I was large enough that Ama’s body seemed to need to adjust, so I began to rub her clit again, the feel of her body relaxing around me and the whimper coming from her throat nearly my undoing.
Her hand came to rest on my abdomen, and she rolled her hips at a languid pace, her voice breathy, "Shit, Adrien. You arereallybig."
A strained chuckle came from my lips, “Keep talking like that, beauty, and this will be over way before it even starts.” I could feel my threads of control slipping as it was, and I didn’t trust that I would be able to keep this slow, relaxed pace for long.
“Does it feel good?” Her next question was a little vulnerable, but equally needy, “Do I feel good?”
Instead of answering, I rolled us, the inner battle for dominance coming to a head with her question.Did she fucking feel good?My voice was choked, “That is not a strong enough word to describe how fucking amazing this pussy feels, beauty.”
Her voice was almost a purr, “Good.” I could feel her Succubus magic saturating the shadow dome around us as I began to stroke in and out of her. My hands were on either side of her as I pinned her to the ground, and I loved the way her fingers threaded through my hair and her soft moans filled the space.
Despite this being my first time, there was an innate, instinctual part of me that wanted to rut her into the ground. To use my shadows to hold her there until she was screaming out in enough pleasure that she never forgot what it felt like to have me inside of her.
“I want to ride you again. Please?” Her legs wrapped around me as she tried to flip us. My eyes nearly rolled into the back of my head in pure euphoric pleasure as she took my full length inside of her, beginning to move faster against me, my hands tightening on her hips.
