GLASS_ A Standalone Novel - Arianne Richmonde Page 0,91

matter of time. It was obvious how much I needed her. I already knew how much I liked her as a person, respected her as an actress, but it was then I knew how much I desired her. Wanted to make her mine.

I picture her now, in my arms . . . no, beneath me. I have my mouth on her lips and I’m telling her that I am irrevocably in love with her. “You are my world,” I tell her. She has her legs wide apart, and she’s moaning, the tip of my cock poised at her sweet, taut opening. She’s squirming beneath me, whimpering, “Please Daniel, I need you, I need you inside me.” I tell her that I know she needs me, and that’s why I’ll never leave her, and I push myself in, into her soaking, welcoming little pussy—tight and hot—just a little, just enough to feel the crown of my cock expand and pulse, and for her to urgently buck her hips at me. I make tiny little movements, telling her I’m crazy about her, how I love being so close, how fucking her is my greatest pleasure in the world because we are one: one whole, one heart. My words are her aphrodisiac. The more sweet talk I make, the wetter and wilder she gets. I pull out and start prodding and massaging her clit with my erection. I’m kissing her mouth, her eyes, her neck. I’m rolling one of her nipples between my thumb and forefinger, tugging gently. She’s practically crying, her arms squeezed around my back, as they move down . . . frantically, lustfully to my ass. It’s adorable how she thinks she has the strength to force my buttocks down, closer to her groin. She’s pummeling me, pinching her little fingers into my taut flesh. It’s my cruel torture . . . to make her so wet, so desperate to be fucked . . . but to make her wait. I like to control her pace, because that way, when she climaxes, thunder rolls inside her body and breaks her into a million imploding stars.

“I’m going to come,” she groans, “I’m going to come if you keep teasing me like this.” I tell her that we’ll come together, and I drive myself further inside her, rocking my hips just the way she likes it, so my pelvic bone hits her clit on every thrust and my cock massages the base of her opening. The rhythm is now like a metronome, and I know at what point she’ll come. Her lids are fluttering in a stupefied daze . . . her eyes are rolling back. I’m in really deep now . . . in every respect. I want to be with this girl forever. I’m in deep and there’s no return.

It’s when I cup my hands under her buttocks, hold my hips still for a second and then push to the back of her womb that she starts screaming my name. Her legs go stiff, sweat beads trickle down the small of her back. I bring her even closer to me . . . closer and never close enough. My lips are on her ear. “I love you, Janie, I love you so much.” She’s coming hard, her pussy clenching my cock like a limpet on a rock, as if her life depended on never letting me go, and my orgasm powers through my erection in a wild, desirous rush.

We are in this together. Until death do us part. That’s right . . . I forgot . . . Death . . . that’s the word du jour, the word on everyone’s lips. They are talking about me . . .

I’m being shaken out of my beautiful home movie by doctors discussing their trade. Unpleasant images and words sift in and out of my consciousness, ruining my dream:

“Nonhuman primates are used as experimental models to study a wide range of human neurodegenerative diseases.”

I hear Kristin’s voice chiming in. “We used human microarrays to profile genes from brains of human, macaque, and marmosets, and combined this with available data from chimpanzees and orangutans to create a data set that provide salient similarities and differences in expression of genes underlying Alzheimer’s, Huntington’s, and Parkinson’s diseases.”

My mind is fading fast. I hear more rumbling voices all around me. More doctors discussing my fragile state. But I can’t decipher their words . . . their mumbling recedes to a gentle hum. My brain is blanking