Love Charms (27 page)

He
didn't follow me like I knew he wouldn't.  Down the hallway off to the side of
the living room, past the stairs to the second floor, then into the master
bedroom.  I stepped inside and closed the door behind me.  Shambling towards
the bed, only a few feet more, I fell onto it.  My face hit the blanket-covered
mattress and I bounced up and down once before settling into place.

I
closed my eyes.  Maybe I should sleep like this?  Why not?  Who cared?  When I
woke up, I'd be dizzy and disoriented, unsure what was going on, so it hardly
mattered.  Sometimes it took me an hour to push away the haze and realize
somewhat about where I was and what had happened, though other times it came
faster.

The
bedroom door opened, then clicked shut, and footsteps approached me while I
stared at the blankets.

"What,"
I said, voice muffled by fleece.

"I'm
kind of tired, myself," Evan said.  "I didn't want to intrude in the
rest of the house, so I thought I'd come in here.  If you don't mind lending me
a pillow, maybe I could sleep on your floor?  A blanket would be nice, but I
don't need one."

I
spun around fast, laying on my back, and lifted my head up to look at him. 
"What?"

"I
can leave if--"

"No,
it's alright.  You don't have to sleep on the floor.  It's a big bed.  I don't
know if there's anymore blankets, so we can share one."  My eyes darted
towards the closed closet by the bedroom door where there were shelves filled
with blankets.

Evan
laughed.  "If that's alright.  I don't want to bother you."

"It's
not a bother," I said, sitting up.  I felt colder now, but the prospect of
his warm body beneath the blanket with me gave me hope and promise of feeling
nicer soon.

"I..."

"Yes?"
I asked, shifting around the bed, fixing things, making it look nice and
presentable.  I turned down one corner and patted that side, beckoning Evan
over.

"I
don't want to sound perverted," he said.  "I was thinking, though. 
If you're alright with it, maybe we could sleep naked?"

I
blinked.  "Um?"

Flustered,
he let out a laugh and scratched his head.  "Yeah... that came out wrong. 
I meant that, well, you like the feeling of warmth, right?  I'm not trying to
pressure or coerce you into this, and I swear I'll be a gentleman, but like I
mentioned, I used to be an EMT, and it's a common survival tactic for people
trapped in cold weather.  I'm sure you're fine, but I thought it might help. 
We don't have to if you don't want to."

"Alright,"
I said.  Shimmying to the edge of the bed, I grabbed the skirt of my dress and
started lifting it up my legs.

"Alright
what?" Evan asked.

The
dress slid up my body, past my stomach, and I grabbed the sides and lifted it
up the rest of the way off.  Sitting on the bed in my bra and panties, I looked
at him.

"We
can do what you said," I said, pulling off my shoes and socks.

"Oh."

I
scooted under the bed, hiding beneath the blankets, then pulled off my panties
and unclasped my bra.  I tossed both undergarments onto the floor with my
dress.

Evan
stood stockstill, staring at me.

"What?"
I asked.

He
laughed.  "Oh.  Right.  I hope I didn't come across as odd, that's
all."

"No." 
I shook my head.  I didn't want to say more because I didn't want to scare him
off.

Evan
began undressing.  I watched him, savoring it.  He unbuttoned the front of his
shirt and then slipped his arms out of the sleeves.  Letting his shirt fall to
the ground, he started unbuckling his belt.  Unbuttoning and unzipping his
pants, he let them fall to his ankles, too.  He kicked his shoes off and
stepped out of his pants.

It
wasn't exactly the most erotic thing, but I couldn't stop looking at him.  He
stood in the middle of my bedroom near the foot of my bed wearing only his
boxers.  Slightly tented in the front, I saw a faint glimpse of his half-erect
cock peeking through the slit in the front of his underwear.

Ignoring
me, or not noticing me ogling him, Evan rushed to the other side of the bed,
lifted up the blankets, and slipped under.  Mesmerized, I watched his cock
bounce beneath his underwear as he ran over.

He
fidgeted under the blankets until he managed to remove his boxers, then tossed
them off to the side.

"How
do you want to do this?" he asked.

I
laughed.  "I don't know.  I thought you were the professional."

I
turned to look at him and he shrugged, relaxing.  "Right," he said. 
"I think the best way is to spoon.  So just--"

I
inched towards him beneath the covers and he came to meet me halfway.  Huddled
under the blankets in the middle of the bed, we joined together in some awkward
display of fidgeting and fixing this, figuring things out, moving here and
there.

I
faced away from him and he slowly approached me.  His hand touched my hip.  I
let out a gasp at the heat of it.

"I'll
go slow," he said.

Gently,
carefully, we came together.  Evan pressed towards me, easing me into the
sensation of warmth infringing upon my previously cool exterior.  His hand
touched my back, igniting sparks on my skin.  I arched towards him, biting my
lower lip.  I doubted he had this in mind when he'd suggested we do this, but I
couldn't help it.

Evan's
chest pressed against my back.  Slow at first, barely grazing my skin, soothing
and nice, then moving more until we lay tight together.  His hand on my hip
moved forwards, unsure, until he touched against my taut stomach.  I breathed
in sharply, exhilarated at his warmth, but not wanting to tell him for fear
he'd run away from me.

What
would I say, anyways?  Oh, yes, I really like this.  I mean I
really
like it.  I'd already said enough to scare him off, but he stayed, and I
refused to risk it by saying more needless things.

Evan
wrapped one leg around mine, holding me close.  He seemed careful and delicate,
not wanting to push this over the edge towards obvious impoliteness.  I
understood and I tried to act the same, but it was difficult.

It
wasn't difficult because of his chest pressed against my back or his hand
touching my side and holding my stomach.  Nor was it difficult because of his
chin near my shoulders or his leg tangled with mine.

No,
none of that.  His cock was still semi-hard and no matter how much he tried to
inch the center of his body away from me, I could feel the heat of it touching
against my butt.

"What's
wrong?" I asked, even though I knew exactly what was wrong.  I twisted in
his arms, looking over my shoulder at him.

"Sorry,"
Evan said, giving me a sheepish grin.  "I swear I'm not trying to come on
to you here.  Down there.  You know?  It'll die down.  Just a natural
reaction.  I'm really sorry about that."

"It's
alright," I said.  I pushed back against him, reveling in the fire of his
body.

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 hips 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 cock 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 cock touched lightly
against the lips of my pussy.  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 cock 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 cock dipped between my folds, pushing into
my pussy, 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 cock 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 cock 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 cock with my frenzied climax.  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 cock
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.