Terminal Lust (5 page)
“I want you, Desmond.” Ambrosia grabbed his cock and massaged it to steely hardness.
“I aim to please.” Desmond lifted her up with one arm around the small of her back and one supporting her ass. The stiffness of his dick rubbed along the inside of her thigh as she wrapped her legs around his waist.
Lost in the depths of his intoxicating kiss, she barely realized he’d carried her over to the desk until she felt the flatness of the wooden surface under her bare ass cheeks.
“I guess this is a night of firsts for both of us,” Desmond’s heavy breath at her ear sent chills down her spine.
How so?” She dragged her nails up the length of his defined back, smiling at his deep, blissful groan.
“I’ve never had such a hard time controlling myself before.” Desmond tilted his head back and she followed his gaze to two sharks swimming overhead and a school of colorful fish rushing out of their way. “Do you think it’s because we’re under the sea?”
“Come to think of it….”Ambrosia felt behind her and swept everything off the desk then pulled him down with her. “It’s a first for me too.”
She trembled as he trailed kisses down her neck, along her abdomen, and suckled the inside of her thigh. A gasp of ecstasy slipped out when the sharpness of his fangs penetrated her flesh.
“Desmond—ah that feels amazing.” She grabbed handfuls of his jet-black hair and guided him to her throbbing pussy. Ambrosia writhed at the sensation of his fingers parting her fleshy folds and his tongue flicking her clit repeatedly. Tantalizing swirls of her nub between his lips and teeth sent her reeling. He buried his finger deep inside her, stroking her to the brink of explosion, and just when the beginning of the spasms started, he pulled back leaving her gasping.
“What? Why did you stop?”
“When you come, I want you to explode in my mouth.”
“Well, I can guarantee that’s about to happen.” She pulled his head back into place and wiggled her hips inviting his tongue to return. Sweeping the outside of her mound, he darted his tongue inside over and over again. Desmond rubbed his finger with exquisite tenderness over her clit in a circular motion. The vibrating spasm returned, stronger and more rapid now. Desmond sucked her clit and pounded his fingers into her. Her breathing sped up, her muscles tightened, and a white hot, molten sensation shot through her core as she contracted around his fingers in blissful spasms that rippled over her entire body.
“That’s it, come for me, baby.” He lapped up her juices eagerly. “Mmm, you taste so good.” Ambrosia’s body shook as she rode the waves of rapture.
“It’s your turn now.” She sat on the edge of the desk and pulled him to stand in front of her. Ambrosia stroked his cock, lowered her head, and then slid the rock hard tip into her mouth.
When Desmond moaned, she lifted her head and watched his expression when she cupped her breasts and pressed them together. “Fuck my tits.”
Desmond gave a dark, sexy grin, and then gripped his rigid hard on and inserted it between her throbbing mounds. He slid his cock upward as she pressed her flesh tightly around his sinewy shaft.
“Desmond, wouldn’t it feel good if it was slippery? Sliding between my breasts?”
“Yes.”
“Grab that lotion out of the bathroom….” Before she could finish the sentence, he was back and dowsing her chest with the creamy white moisturizer. She gripped his cock again, rubbed it in the glob of cream then cupped her tits waiting for him to join her again. The fragrant aroma of lavender filled her nose.
Desmond moved forward with his hand gripping his steely tip and she swathed his shaft with her burgeoning flesh, squeezing tight as he moved his hips up and down in a rhythmic motion. With every thrust, she pressed tight, massaging his member with her aching breasts.
“That feels so good, ah—I don’t wanna come yet.” He slowed his pace down.
“You can come as many times as you want.” She stood up, determined, facing him.
“I want to get inside you; I’ve wanted you for so long.” He cradled her face in his palms and devoured her lips with compelling lust. Their tongues danced and curled together endlessly while he lifted her up again, resting her against his hips. She wrapped her legs around him, eager to feel him enter her.
The cool, smoothness of the glass against her back surprised her when he pushed her up against the window. Ambrosia eased herself onto the tip of his cock, still kissing him, nipping at his lips and tongue.
She glimpsed the movement overhead, the sharks and schools of fish swimming all around them.
“Fuck me now.” She nibbled on his earlobe.
In one vicious, sharp motion, he drove up into her, penetrating deep and hard. Ambrosia cried out with elation.
“Yes, I’m yours Desmond, fuck me,” she begged him, gripping his shoulders. He thrust into her repeatedly; each drive harder than the last. A sharp squeaking sound began as her back rubbed up against glass. She buried her nails in his taut skin, arching her torso in a frenzy of yearning and tilting her hips toward him. She rode his cock relentlessly.
Desmond plunged into her rapidly, gripping her ass. The bounce of her breasts with every blissful movement of his pelvis shot waves of exhilaration over her.
His breathing grew harsh and ragged as he began gyrating his hips in a delicious, circular motion.
Her throbbing pussy clenched as a spasm exploded within her core, then rippled throughout her body. Her muscles contracted and she clung to his neck as she whimpered with delight.
“I can feel you coming Ambrosia. Ah, you’re so tight. I’m gonna come.”
“Yes, yes, come with me,” she panted, riding waves of euphoria.
He clutched her ass hard as they collided in perfect primal rhythm. She pressed down to meet his every upward thrust while he pounded into her fiercely.
“Ah, here I come, ah, I’m—I’m—Ahhh, I’m coming.” He groaned loud and long, pulling her tight onto him with his final slamming thrusts of climax, he stiffened in release and exploded inside her. He shook violently as he held her on his pulsating cock. Shuddering, Desmond captured her trembling lips with his and squeezed her tight against his convulsing body.
“You’re incredible.”
“I would have to say the same about you.” She clung to his neck as the residual spasm washed over her quivering body.
***
Lying in bed, Desmond inhaled long and deep, cherishing her delectable scent and the feeling of her lying in his arms. Watching the aquatic life swim all around them was mesmerizing. Ambrosia’s fingers tickled his chest and he took her hand into his, intertwining their fingers as they lay together, with only a sheet draped over them.
“If you had told me yesterday I’d be lying in bed with you, watching under the sea, I would have laughed.” He grinned in satisfaction at the entire situation.
“If you had told me yesterday, I would be alive and pain free—”
“I’m so thankful Ambrosia. I really did think I lost you.”
“I can’t believe I couldn’t remember you for all those months.”
“Hey, look, there are our friends again.” Desmond pointed to the pair of sharks swimming over the tunnel, waving their tails in unison.
“You know, before tonight, I thought sharks were scary.”
“You did?” He ran his fingers through her golden mane while she rested her head on his chest.
“Yeah, I’ve always thought, they were cold-blooded killers.”
“And now?”
“And now, I’m just like them.” Her voice trailed off.
“Ambrosia, are you regretting this?”
“No, there’s just so much I don’t know, what to expect, how to—I’ve only ever heard about vampires in horror stories before. It never dawned on me they were real.”
“Well, if it helps, the horror stories are fables and superstition. There’s a lot about us—me, that’s pretty compassionate.”
“The compassion, I have definitely experienced.”
“There are some things that are different.”
“Like what?” She sat up and watched him with her vibrant, emerald eyes.
“Like, when we mate, it’s for eternity. We search until we find the one, and then no other will ever do.”
“So the stories about sexually deviant vampires…?” She grinned up at him.
“Well, as you experienced tonight, sexual deviance is in our nature, just not promiscuity. We get down and dirty, but it’s real.”
“Does that go for all vampires?”
“I don’t know, I haven’t met them all yet.” He laughed.
“You’re teasing me aren’t you?” She slapped his chest.
Desmond flipped her onto her back and pinned her to the bed with her hands over her head, giving her his most intense bedroom eyes. She quivered under his hands.
“Okay, so I’m feeling devious again.”
Desmond watched her intently.
“What?” She furrowed her brows with a grin.
“Do you remember what you said to me earlier tonight?”
“What? I said a lot of things; you’ll have to narrow it down for me a little.” She giggled.
“You said, and I quote;
you can come as many times as you want, Desmond
.”
“I did? I don’t remember.” She frowned, but her eyes sparkled.
“Let me refresh your memory.” Desmond descended on her lips, claiming their sweetness with ravenous hunger.
~ABOUT THE AUTHOR~
Kali Willows is a family focused, professional, and fun loving person who has discovered the magical world of creative writing. She has worked in the Child Welfare sector since her teens and infuses her experiences into her stories making emotional, compelling stories and characters you can't help but love, hate and cheer for.
Now a multi-published author, Kali has also been a host and co-host Blogtalkradio for years. She loves creating her own book covers and stories in the wee hours of the night when the house is quiet and she can type away to her heart's desire.
Kali is also passionate about writing in a variety of venues, including her aspirations to bring some of her riveting stories to the big screen. Writing short stories and poems since her preteens, she has entered into the powerful world of paranormal romance writing, suspense, erotic romance, and intrigue and constructing new worlds for her readers to explore and indulge in.
Earthbound in nature and spiritually inclined, this married mother of two loves Martial Arts, movies, graphic art, and music. She loves writing her imaginative thoughts into captivating love stories for all to enjoy.
The sweet musky aroma of the crackling wood in the fire place, shimmering candle light and the multi-colored earth tones that enhance the bliss of fall, with the cool autumn breeze, caressing her cheeks, as she glides on her cedar swing. These simple joys enlighten and inspire her to articulate all-consuming passion on her pages of delight with most of her stories having a HEA !
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