Immortal Healer (26 page)

She climbed onto the lounger, resting back on the raised head of the bed. She spread her legs open as he climbed from the pool and approached the foot of the lounger, and she watched as his eyes flashed to her sex, and a huff of breath left his lungs. She was making it impossible for him to ignore her needs, and while she wasn’t at all sure why her need for him was so strong on this night of all nights, it was. She needed to disappear from her nightmare for a while, and he was so effective at helping her do that.

“We don’t have to do this tonight. It’s not why we’re here.” But his cock said he wanted to, as did his eyes that couldn’t seem to leave the open lips of her sex.

“Please.”

He glanced to her before climbing up between her legs, letting his dick rub and linger over her belly as he leaned down to kiss her. When he nodded, she sighed. “I just don’t want you to think that’s why I wanted to be alone with you.”

“I know.”

He was rock hard when she slipped her hand around his girth as he hovered over her body, and his stomach muscles rippled. “Fuck. I feel guilty wanting you so much right now.” He spoke through a tight jaw.

“The fact you want me
even
now…” She couldn’t quite figure out how to tell him just how much it meant to her that he still wanted her, and so she just offered a weak smile as she shook her head in something close to disbelief.

Having cancer made her feel ugly—more than ugly. It left her feeling like she was a rotting carcass, and it was difficult indeed to conceive how this man could still want her. But he did. Thank God. She needed him to want her, not because sex was necessarily the way she wanted to go out of this world, but because it meant she was still … well, Abigail. Whether she would be dead soon or not, she wasn’t yet. Not yet.

And so she touched, knowing this might be their last night together. If he’d concede to her wishes, it most likely would be. She gripped her hand around his shaft gently, and he cried out quietly, and when he rolled from her body to lay on his back beside her, and she bent to lick just the head of his penis, he groaned. She sucked the head into her mouth as his fingers wound in her hair, and she sank her mouth down over him farther, and he grunted. She pulled and released as he gripped and twisted his fingers in the hair at the crown of her head. She could feel his fingers trembling and twitching against her scalp.

When she released his cock, she slowly and patiently licked and planted small kisses along his length as she moved down. She didn’t want to miss a single moment or experience with this man. She reached his testicles, heavy and masculine between his legs, and she ran her fingers gently and delicately over the skin. His arousal had his testicles taut and pulled up tight to his body, but they were large, and when she let her tongue wander over the tight skin, he lost control of his response to her. He groaned, he cursed, he grunted, and his fingers tightened their grip in her hair. It didn’t hurt that her hand was once again wrapped tightly around the shaft of his cock, stroking his length as her mouth sucked one ball, and then the other, gently into her mouth.

She ran the fingers of her other hand down the underside of his sac and teasingly stroked the smooth skin near his anus. His breath was exhaled in a rush at this touch, and his thighs were twitching at her every move. She wanted to know every last inch of his body. She wanted to go farther, but she didn’t. Instead, she traveled back up along his rigid length, letting her lips drag across the skin, and then she sucked him deep into her mouth again as she reached the head. Every new touch of her mouth or her hand led to a new reaction that showed his unrestrained arousal.

“Let me come in your mouth. I want you to taste me.” She sat as he rose to his knees and moved between her legs. As she pulled the head of his cock into her mouth, he groaned, and his head dropped back. She looked up along his chest, letting her eyes trace the hard muscles of his pecs and the straining veins in his neck, and when his head dropped back down to watch her, his fangs were glistening and long, his jaw was trembling, and he looked like he wanted to devour her.

He came in her mouth, spewing his salty release down the back of her throat. She swallowed as his cock flexed in her mouth and continued to pulse more cum into her throat. She was gripping the hard round cheeks of his bottom, holding him to her, and she sucked and pulled his length as his stomach muscles trembled and clenched.

His hands stroked her hair as she slowed the pulling and sucking of her mouth, and when she finally released him, he tilted her chin up to look at him. He stroked the line of her chin with his thumb as she pulled her bottom lip into her mouth with her teeth. She could taste the perfect salty, metallic flavor of his body on her lip. She released it, leaning forward and kissing the tight muscles of his stomach. Her cheek brushes his still hard arousal, and he groaned quietly as she sucked gentle kisses along his stomach.

Abigail sank back to the lounger, looking up at him towering between her legs, and she watched as his hand closed around his cock, slowly stroking the length. She couldn’t seem to peel her eyes from him, and it wasn’t until he leaned over her and kissed her mouth that she finally let her eyes slip closed. But they didn’t stay closed long.

“Now, I’d say I owe you an orgasm after that.”

*

He offered her a small smile as she opened her eyes, and the swift scent of her arousal hit him and sent a jolt of need straight to his cock. He was definitely not done with her for the night.

She nodded her head slowly, watching his eyes. He wasted no time sucking her nipple into his mouth as he plucked at the other with his fingers. She whimpered quietly, and he knew the suck he was inflicting would be near pain. He released it, soothing her breast with the cool touch of his palm.

They were so good at focusing on one another instead of all the many harsh realities they could and likely should be thinking about, but they needed this so much. He needed it, and there was nothing he wouldn’t give her at the moment. He wanted her to have all of him for as long as he could possibly give himself to her, and though it was a constant struggle to force the very real predicament she was in out of his mind, he did. He forced it. He bit his tongue when he needed to, he gritted his teeth to push it away, and he looked at her—beautiful and so alive, watching him so intently and sweetly.

He pushed her knees out wide as he moved down her body, laying between her legs. He leaned to her sex, kissing sweetly. He pulled back, using his fingers to gently part her lips. He held them back, trailing the tip of his tongue up one side and back down the other. He flicked her clit with his tongue before licking down to her entry and pushing his tongue into her pussy. He could taste her cum, and his already innervated fangs throbbed in his jaw. He was careful, though he wasn’t sure what the purpose of it was to hold his teeth back from her skin at his point. He licked, pushed his tongue in deep, and thrust it into her warmth.

He could never tire of her scent and her taste. It was one of the most unique things she possessed, and he wanted it always to belong to him. He rubbed his palm up and over the soft supple skin of her mound. He held his hand there, pressing down slightly as his lips latched to her clit. She was wriggling under his palm as he lashed her tight nub harshly with his tongue, and when she finally came, he lifted his palm, and she thrust her pelvis upward, nearly impaling her flesh on his fangs. But he changed his angle and sucked her through her release. Every muscle in her was clenched tight, and she was grunting and groaning against the insistent suction of his mouth against her clit.

Her hips eventually returned to the lounger, and he finally relaxed his mouth’s attachment to her pussy. He crawled up her body. He was hard again, or perhaps he was still hard. It really didn’t matter why, only that he was ready for her, and as he pushed her thighs apart wide, he pushed the head past her lips. He stilled, teasing her pussy as she tried to clench around him, wanting more of him. Her orgasm was barely faded, and he pushed through her tension, pausing and torturing that still spasming tightness.

When he nudged marginally deeper, he stalled again, and she whined in frustration. He pushed farther and farther, every time tormenting her patience and letting her body clench around him as she tried to pull him within her. The ultimate torture came when he pulled from her and rolled over onto his back beside her. He wasn’t done of course, but the withdrawal left her groaning and rolling toward him.

“You’re not being nice.” She muttered as she pulled herself up to her elbow. Her smirk reassured him that while she may well be desperate, she was certainly enjoying the game.

He chuckled warmly. “You can take anything you want from my body, but you’re going to be the one to do it. Now how about you show me just how beautiful you look riding my cock.”

She was stunning. She sank over his erection with a quiet whimper, and she moved slowly down his length until she was sitting square on his hips. She was as deep as he’d ever pushed into her, and she didn’t use her knees at all to brace herself but let the full weight of her small frame keep his cock buried to her core. She started rocking her hips, grinding and humping his body, and he just stared, mesmerized by the sight of her fucking him. When her gentle rhythm turned to a faster pace, she lifted to her knees, pushing hard to his hips over and over again. Her lips parted, and she panted as she worked her body on top of his.

His hands held her hips, feeling the vigorous movements beneath his palms, and when he slowed the roll of her hips, it was only to ask her to turn around. She looked hesitant as she moved around to straddle his hips with her back to him, but she moved into position.

“Put your hands on my knees.” She complied, and he held is erection up as she lowered herself. When she sank over his length, he gripped her buttocks, pulling her cheeks apart and watching her pussy distend with his breadth. He let his thumb that was gripping her cheek trail down between the cleft of her buttocks and gently graze over her anus. She gasped as he stroked over the puckered skin, and then she moaned. She was still fucking him, lifting her hips and pushing back down over and over.

He watched his thumb running over her, and he slowed her hips until she stilled. “Lean forward more.” She did, opening up the space he was touching. “Does this bother you?”

“No. I want you to.”

His gaze moved from her bottom up to her head that was turned slightly toward him. She swallowed over a nervous lump in her throat, and his finger stroked again.

“What do you want me to do?” He certainly wasn’t going to speculate.

“Whatever you want.” That was no small permission she was giving him, and she was asking for more than she likely realized. He wanted to touch, taste, fuck, own any and every part of her.

“How about you take my finger tonight. And perhaps we’ll talk about more later.”

“Seems a bit premature to be prescheduling sex acts with the nearly dead chick.” She was trying to be sarcastic. It was how they dealt with all the bullshit so effectively together and still enjoyed one another. But she’d overstepped a line, and a flash of anger hit him hard. He fought to push it away, but he could feel his face fall, his breath left him in a rush, and his eyes dropped to stare at her back.

She heard his response and sat up straighter. “Do you understand what you’re asking me to do?” He sat up too, keeping his thumb against her anus as he closed in behind her. How could she possibly understand and still be so intent on asking?

“To put your finger in my bottom?”

His funk was lost for a moment as he rolled his eyes. But it returned quickly. He was still buried inside her pussy, and he could feel the walls of her sheath trembling, trying hard not to clamp down on him. He wanted to feel that, he wanted to forget about everything but this, but, as she made clear, he was fucking the dead chick.

“Trying to turn you.” He corrected her.

“I’m asking you to try to save me.”

“You’re asking me to fail.”

“No, I’m telling you it’s okay if you fail.”

His breath left in a rush that hit the back of her neck, and he just stared; his brow flinched harshly, and his head dropped to her neck. He could almost hear the gears in his brain grinding out a painful revolution of thought, trying desperately to come to some decision that he could live with for the rest of eternity.

“I know you’re afraid of hurting me.” She had no idea.

“Killing you. Say it. You want me to do it, at least admit it out loud to me.”

“Killing me.” But then she turned her neck, imploring him with her wide eyes over her shoulder. “I don’t want to die, but I can accept it if I try. Not trying … sitting, waiting… Please don’t ask me to do that.”

He held her gaze, not flinching, not speaking, not moving. And after some time of just staring, he pushed it all away again. He pulled his hand from her bottom, sucked his thumb into his mouth, and lay back against the lounger. “Lean forward.” She swallowed over a lump in her throat and turned her head away from him, leaning down and opening up her bottom to him again. He let his slippery wet thumb gently glide down the crevice of her bottom, and there he stroked her anus again. When he pushed just the tip in, she gasped and clenched her muscles tight. She was still waiting for some answer from him, but he wasn’t ready to give it just yet.

“Relax.” What right did he have to ask her to relax? He sure as hell wasn’t relaxed—anything but. He could feel the exceptionally tight ring of muscles constricting his finger. The moment he felt the tension let go, he pushed farther. She groaned as he steadily penetrated her bottom with his finger. He pushed until his thumb was fully inside her, and her pussy started clamping down hard on him, forcing a groan from his mouth.

“Fine. Damnit woman. I’ll give you what you want.” He muttered the words as he held his finger steady and deep.

“Thank you.”

The pressure surrounding his finger was intense and incredible, and it left nothing but images of pushing his cock into her there. “Fuck, Abby. God, I want to fuck you here.” And he did want to. But there was nothing terribly shocking about that. The fact that her tight vaginal sheath clenched hard around his cock the moment he said it and left him gasping was what shocked him most. He’d be damned if she didn’t want it as much as he did.