Soulless (Page 7)

He didn’t move away this time, didn’t try to escape from me. We’d gotten over that, it seemed. It would die down, a natural reaction.

I didn’t want it to die down, though.

"Where do you live?" I asked.

Evan breathed hard against my neck, distracted. "There’s a survivor’s camp on the other side of the city. I live there with some others. It’s mostly a bunch of tents, but we’ve got all the necessities."

"Is that your long term plan?" I asked. "Is anyone planning something else?"

"Well…"

I shifted beneath the blankets. My h*ps wiggled back against his hardening cock, teasing against it. Careful, slow, I spread my legs slightly, shifting back further and further. The heat from his c*ck brushed against the bottom curves of my ass and inwards towards the center of my thighs.

Evan gulped, having said nothing more than "Well…" once I started moving. "We’re… we’re settling down for the long haul," he said. "I’m not sure what the plans are after that. I’m studying, of course, and we’re stocking up supplies. Once winter comes it’ll be rough, but maybe we can find someplace to stay that’s safe. We have a few more months until that, though."

"Evan?" I asked.

"Yes, Sadie?"

"Do you like me?"

I sidled backwards, sneaking around until the head of his c*ck touched lightly against the lips of my p**sy. Shifting just a tiny bit more, I angled him and I so that one slight movement would bring us together fully.

"Sadie…" he said, at a loss for words.

"I know that this is wrong," I said. "I really do. I shouldn’t put you into this situation. I’m… I know that you’ll deny it, but I know what I am, Evan. Even if I have a pulse, I’m not normal. I’m inhuman."

Evan pushed forward, rolling his hips. The head of his c*ck disappeared into my cool slit. Cool before, but not for long. A raging inferno flared through my body, stimying my cold and replacing it with warm, lush arousal.

"Evan," I whispered, frantic. "You don’t have to. It was silly of me. We shouldn’t do this."

He pressed his lips against the nape of my neck, lighting me ablaze with his touch. I let out a cry and my body tensed tight, desperate for his heat.

"I want to," he said. "You’re beautiful, Sadie."

I nodded my head up and down, unsure why I was even nodding. He’d said something, yes, and I loved hearing it, but I became mindless once more when he pressed further inside of me. His c*ck dipped between my folds, pushing into my p**sy, further and further still until I felt the wondrous feeling of his pelvis held tight against my rear. He was all the way inside of me, deep.

I shivered in delight and he held me close to him. His lips kissed along my neck and my shoulders and his hand gently caressed my stomach. His leg wrapped around mine, entwined, pulling me closer to him and he pressed inside of me more, filling me as much as he could.

"I was worried," Evan said.

"Why?" I asked, gasping out the word.

"I don’t usually do this," he said. "I like you, Sadie, but I don’t have casual sex. I…"

"I’m sorry Evan but I can’t think right now."

He laughed. "Alright."

I would’ve been completely content if he just stayed inside of me. He didn’t need to move or do anything in particular to make me happy. He did, though. Easing himself out of me, his thick warmth heating my core, he settled the head of his c*ck at the entrance to my slit, then pushed right back in. A piston of fire, melting me inside and out. I tensed against him, squeezing my thighs shut, my inner walls clamping down tight on his cock.

Evan kissed me and held me and made love to me. His throbbing c*ck teased me into a heightened awareness of myself and my body. Everywhere he touched, inside of me or out, he left light tingles across my skin. I closed my eyes and focused on our intimacy.

Like small fireworks being set off inside me, his heat flared to the forefront of my thoughts. Crackling sparks shifted around me in my mind and I felt like we might ignite the bed and burst into flames if we continued. The bed didn’t catch fire, but right then I doubted I would have cared if it did.

"Sadie," Evan said, his voice thick and heavy.

"Mm," I murred.

"I’m going to soon. I… you feel so good."

"It’s alright," I said, feeling glassy and soft. "It’s alright."

His very essence filled me, his soul, like a hearth, warming his body. He warmed me, too, built me up, made me feel wanted.

And hot.

I clenched around his cock, shivering in delight whenever he pressed through my defenses. So deep inside of me, tight and fiery, then slowly easing out. I gasped through ragged breath, shuddering at the sensation of our coupling. Soon, he said. I thought I was already there.

I started as kindling, but he fed me a spark. I savored it, tended to it, and when he gave me more I accepted it fully. Now I had a full blown fire, but I wanted more. I wanted a pyre, conflagration, burning combustion.

My body blazed and I spasmed as my orgasm overtook me. Quaking and clenching, clutching hard against his cock, I practically roared with each of his thrusts. High up now, soaring, I felt like some elemental being made of pure flames. Crackling, crisp and delightful.

Evan pushed hard into me and held himself there. I squeezed against him, massaging his c*ck with my frenzied cli**x. He pulsed inside of me, once, twice, and more. Deep and hard and, oh, so wonderful.

He came. His seed filled me completely, finding every possible spot that his c*ck hadn’t heated already and finalizing my sultry fire. I shuddered and shook in his arms, blinded by the flickering firelight behind my closed eyes.

Evan held me tight, embraced me, squeezing me against him. His c*ck twitched inside of me as I coaxed forth more of his cream with my desirous cli**x. He held me and kissed my neck and my shoulders and strained to kiss my cheek. I nearly died; I felt so overloaded with pleasure.

This was unlike anything I’d ever felt before. I wanted more.

Evan softened inside of me and I fluttered down from my sexual high. Slow, gentle, still ablaze, I could at least think better now, though. I turned to him and pursed my lips and tried to kiss him and he slid forward and touched his lips to mine.

"I can think again," I said, giddy. "I’m sorry I interrupted you."

"It’s alright," he said. "I can’t say I minded."

"What were you saying about… about…" I remembered now. Casual, he said. Casual sex. This was that, wasn’t it? I fell, dropped, cooled down suddenly.

"I don’t want this to be casual," he said. "Sadie, I’d like to see you again, if that’s alright?"

I spun around. His c*ck slipped out of my folds, leaving a taste of warmth and coolness where it had once lay inside me, but I didn’t care. I hugged him and wrapped my legs and arms around him, pulling him to me. I kissed him, ignoring the tingling flares sparking along my lips whenever we touched. He kissed me, too, caught up in my passion.

"Is that a yes?" he asked when I finally let him free for a second.

"You’ll really come back?" I asked, still unsure if this was all real or imaginary.

"I’d like to. I…" He paused and frowned. "I need to leave in the morning. If I don’t, they’ll send someone looking for me. I wasn’t even supposed to be in the city today. I was supposed to be hunting. I’ll come back, though. I promise."

I listened and nodded. I touched my nose against his and laughed at the tickling feel of it. He smiled and watched me with glimmering, happy eyes.

"You don’t think I’m… strange, then?" I asked. "I know I’m different. I’m sorry about that, Evan. I don’t look nice anymore. I can’t help it but I’ll try. I might be able to find some makeup to cover up my skin. It’s this color all the time and I don’t know why. I’ll try to look regular for you. I’ll…"

"Sadie," Evan said, shushing me by putting his finger on my lips. "I think you’re beautiful. You don’t have to do anything special for me. I like you the way you are."

Did he really, though? I thought about it while we huddled together, cuddling. Drifting to sleep, happy for the first time in months, I wondered if this could work.

Everything seemed perfect now, but what about when he left?

The haze would overtake me, spreading throughout my body. Coolness replacing Evan’s warmth and confusion muddling my mind.

And then what?