The sight of him falling apart is too much for me. The feel of him cumming all over my hand and stomach, his body clenching so tightly around my cock and again the sound of my name falling from his lips has me thrusting all the way up in him, my hand now on the back of his neck holding him tight.
I erupt inside him, my cum filling him and surrounding my cock making him slick and wet. Thrusting a few more times the sound of our sex filling my ears. Our eyes lock as we both shiver and try to regain our breathing.
Neither of us talking, but so much being said in our eyes. I want him, I want him with me, by my side - for more than just a night. For more than just a fuck. The need in me for him threatens to overwhelm me and cause me to react rashly.
I close my eyes trying to calm myself and make sense of my feelings. This can't be, I don't do this - this isn't what I've ever wanted! My mind is telling me that I can not fight the nature of things though.
Pulling him closer, I wrap my arms around him and rest my head oh his shoulder. I can hear his heart beating - it's beating in time with my own. Biting my lower I know I am lost to him now. There is no denying it - at least not to myself.
I know two things as we rest against each other. The first being that was the most incredible - words can't even describe it - I have ever experienced in my long life.
The second being that I don't want him to leave. And I have never wanted that before.
I want to fall asleep with him, with the feel and smell of our sex and blood and bodies mingled amongst the bedclothes.
I don't want to lose this. I don't want to lose him. Not yet, not anytime soon.
But I know he doesn't do this, no matter what I saw in his eyes, it will fade, it will become something to keep in his memory bank. Until next time. He does not need anyone, not like this, not how I am feeling. He fucks and leaves. I try to tell myself this was more than that.
But I need it.
I turn my head and close my eyes whispering against his warm musky skin. "Take me to bed Mikael. Please..."
I gasp softy and moan. The thought of holding him through the night, waking next to him.... I want it so much. But I want him in my bed. Not here - he doesn't belong here anymore.
Even though my legs are shaky, I cup his ass with my hands and stand, holding him against me. His legs tighten around my waist and I hiss at the pleasure.
Placing a soft open mouth kiss on his neck I tell him, "I want you in my bed - let me share it with you Christian, let me take you home."
I lay him down then lie on my side next to him. Caressing his elegant face, still stained in our blood, I feel his beauty overwhelm me. My eyes take all of him in and my lips twitch into a smile,"You are home Christian, my Christian, my love."
I erupt inside him, my cum filling him and surrounding my cock making him slick and wet. Thrusting a few more times the sound of our sex filling my ears. Our eyes lock as we both shiver and try to regain our breathing.
Neither of us talking, but so much being said in our eyes. I want him, I want him with me, by my side - for more than just a night. For more than just a fuck. The need in me for him threatens to overwhelm me and cause me to react rashly.
I close my eyes trying to calm myself and make sense of my feelings. This can't be, I don't do this - this isn't what I've ever wanted! My mind is telling me that I can not fight the nature of things though.
Pulling him closer, I wrap my arms around him and rest my head oh his shoulder. I can hear his heart beating - it's beating in time with my own. Biting my lower I know I am lost to him now. There is no denying it - at least not to myself.
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The second being that I don't want him to leave. And I have never wanted that before.
I want to fall asleep with him, with the feel and smell of our sex and blood and bodies mingled amongst the bedclothes.
I don't want to lose this. I don't want to lose him. Not yet, not anytime soon.
But I know he doesn't do this, no matter what I saw in his eyes, it will fade, it will become something to keep in his memory bank. Until next time. He does not need anyone, not like this, not how I am feeling. He fucks and leaves. I try to tell myself this was more than that.
But I need it.
I turn my head and close my eyes whispering against his warm musky skin. "Take me to bed Mikael. Please..."
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Even though my legs are shaky, I cup his ass with my hands and stand, holding him against me. His legs tighten around my waist and I hiss at the pleasure.
Placing a soft open mouth kiss on his neck I tell him, "I want you in my bed - let me share it with you Christian, let me take you home."
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The thought of Gaspard rests in my mind. The implications of what this means.
I do not want to take too long to give him an answer but the weight of my decision rests very heavily in my heart.
I tighten my hold on him knowing my decision is already made. "Yes Mikael. Take me home."
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Closing my eyes I take us home. I can feel the excitement in my coven. They know I have found my mate - my equal.
When I open my eyes again we are in our bed.
I lay him down then lie on my side next to him. Caressing his elegant face, still stained in our blood, I feel his beauty overwhelm me. My eyes take all of him in and my lips twitch into a smile,"You are home Christian, my Christian, my love."
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