I’d die for it.
Her legs wrap around my waist, her arms around my neck. She’s velvet locked around my cock, shooting spasms up it that rattle clear up to my brain. I growl deep in my chest, and let myself go, fucking her as hard and as fast as I can.
Her body is fucking beautiful, the way it looks and feels. Her body against mine feels like being poured over with hot, silky milk. Her body giving all to mine and taking all from me, moving with every jar and jab and drive I give out, as hungry for release as I am.
But this fuck is poles apart from anything I’ve ever felt in my soulless life.
I feel it in my bones. The connection of emotion and carnal pleasure that I’ll never admit I feel, but only feel with Amy.
These strange, potent feelings only intensify each time I drive inside her pussy. What it is in me, that won’t let myself walk away from Amy, I’ll never understand. I’m not the type to fall in love. And yet, here I am, fucking Amy and feeling so much more than just her luscious, sweet taint.
I become more frenzied against her, my drives jerkier and deeper, like I’m trying to find some place inside her that won’t let me in. I fuck her like I’m trying to open her up wide and plunder whatever is inside her, leaving her filled with all that I am in my wake.
I’m getting close, dissolving into the same sweet torture that’s pulling all the strings within her, tight enough to snap.
Her spine immediately arches into me. I drive my cock way deeper, all the way in, as far as I can go, the head of my cock flush against her, making Amy flinch with the pleasure of being touched to her deepest centre. Every muscle in my body jolts, and I find a new gear, thrashing at her with unrestrained fire.
All Amy can do is hook her arms around me and hold on, move where I need her to and let me have what I want. I feel her body thrum with a rolling tension that’s quickly consuming her, each drive of my cock bringing her closer, feeding her need, turning her into a slave to something primal.
My lips are at her neck, kissing, sucking, biting, lost to everything in the world but the feeling of my cock bulging to the bursting point deep inside Amy’s body.
The sensations of orgasm are tearing me apart, cock and balls are on fire, so intense, I sometimes confuse it with pain.
I’m more afraid of Amy than I am of myself. She sees me as her annihilating saviour, but it's only for her. My destruction, my whole universe, my heart, my soul, so much shit and nothing.
Nothing to live for — just Amy.
‘I love you, Shepherd,’ she murmurs in a groan.
I watch her eyes, watch as emotions I can only hazard to guess swirl through them, and I see what I want to see. And maybe hearing those totally unexpected words straight from Amy’s lips makes me stupid, makes me more optimistic than I’ve got any right to be. But making love to Amy, I realise these confused mass of jumbled feelings is just a reflection of everything inside of me. And when Amy comes, I feel her orgasm crash over me and wash through me and leave me clean. Real. At peace with myself for one tiny, little, fleeting moment and so the truth is easy to speak.
For once, I feel I have the right to love her because this thing I feel is pure and untainted.
There’s nothing sick about what we are . . . I’d burn in hell for you, Amy. I’m not giving you up. No matter what the world tells me is wrong.
I slam into her deep and my body freezes, stealing away my breath, and all goes black for a second. Feels like a hurricane swirls over me, the only moment of purity I’ve come to truly know in my whole goddamn fuck-worthy life.
Her soul is burned into mine, now. Like the way the sun burns rings in the back of your eyes if you look at it. There'd been a moment when I carried her with me, carried her soul in mine.
We’re both still now, slumped against the wall and each other, trying to catch our breath.
Amy looks into my eyes. She’s all there, no frosty distance, no thousand-yard stare. It’s Amy looking at me, looking into me and she’s still holding that part of me.
Whatever piece of me she stole, I want her to keep it.
I straighten, take my weight on my feet. Amy instantly wraps her limp arms and legs around me, stopping me.
‘No,’ she gasps, sounds like I’m about to step back into fire.
Her body shakes like an earthquake hit her. She tightens around my cock, kisses my neck.
‘Stay inside me . . . I don’t want to forget.’
‘You’re killing me, Amylocks,’ I groan, a tinge of desire rising in me again. ‘I could come by just kissing you,’ I whisper.
I lean into her more, tipping her head up and kissing her to alleviate her arousal. Her lips are sweet against mine. My spent cock slips from Amy’s body despite her efforts to keep me inside her.
My eyes open slowly and connect with hers. My hand cups her cheek, fingers smoothing through her sunshine hair. I stare at her in the spell of afterglow, riding the high that she used to love me, is in the past where it fucking belongs.
What matters in the here and now, after being apart for so long, is us engaging in an intoxicating night of non-stop touch. Yeah, fucking in every way imaginable, but also a tenderness we rarely show each other.
