from me as my tongue starts to fuck her mouth the way my cock wants to pound her pussy.
Her nails dig into my back and I slide my hands down to her ass, lifting her up as I walk into a shadowy corner, out of sight from prying eyes who might wander out back. Though my senses tell me we’re alone out here.
She reaches between us and rubs my cock–which is ready to pound nails–through the fabric of my jeans. A growl rips from my chest and I place her on her feet, spin her around and reach in front of her to snap the buttons of her jeans.
“Hurry.” The urge and longing in her voice is laced with a low growl.
Shoving her jeans down I unzip, palm my cock, and take one final inhale for two reasons. Needing to know we’re still alone, and if she’s in heat. If she wants to take it slow–though we’re fast forwarding right now in our relationship–she wouldn’t appreciate me knocking her up.
All in good time. But we’re good, and both clean, since immortality comes with health perks. It’s for this reason the fat head of my cock nudges her entrance as I slide up and down her slit, coating myself with her arousal before I start to enter her in gentle thrusts.
Raw fucking is driven by need. Burying myself balls deep in one thrust, and I’m sure I’ll do it many times to come, but feeling her body accommodate my hard length inch by dragging inch is something that needs to be treasured instead of rushed.
Tiny gasps, mewls, growls, nails digging into my skin while her head tips back as I watch her face wash over with pleasure. And when I’ve finally filled her full of cock, I skip the whole relishing in pleasure because her pussy is squeezing the life out of me.
I start to pound my hips and relish in the way her body simply surrenders and can take everything I have to give. The building we’re fucking against might have moved a few inches after we’re done due to the force of my thrusts, but who fucking cares.
This. This right here is what finding the reason for living is all about. Connected. Two parts, one fucking hole to fill. There’s nothing and no one who can mess with this kind of perfection; we were born to find one another to share a life in eternity.
“Figor,” Opal moans. “You’re going to make me lose control.”
My hips keep slamming against her. “I got you, gorgeous. Come for me and I’ll gladly surrender myself to you.”
She whimpers and her pussy starts to clench around me. Rapid waves with a demand to give her everything I got; and that’s exactly what I do. My cock thickens, my balls draw up, and the tingle in my spine is the first warning of a tidal flood that’s about to wash her pussy with my cum.
Hot jets keep flowing and I see fucking stars. I don’t think I’ve ever come so hard in all my life and I’m barely able to keep the both of us upright. Fucking perfection in every way possible.
I’m not letting go. Not ever. I’ll fight for what’s mine, and I can’t wait to claim her because this woman already touched my heart when she gave me the other half of my soul back. And that’s exactly what eternal mates are; two parts of a whole, united as one.
CHAPTER SIX
– OPAL –
What a rush. Pleasure is still pulsing through my veins as Figor lazily rocks his hips to prolong his orgasm. The growls vibrating against my back–along with his mouth on the curve of my neck–give a sense of belonging.
Perfection. If this is what it’s like for us when we have sex for the first time, I can’t begin to imagine how much better it will get once we’re mated and have a bed to roll around in. Holy shit, I need it now. I need more. Way more.
He gently slides out and keeps his hands on my hips, waiting for me to get my footing before creating some distance between us. A rush of wetness trickles down my legs. I quickly tug my panties and jeans up. I’m in need of a hot shower the second I get home.
Figor curses and I watch how he grabs his phone and keeps it to his ear while he tucks himself back into his jeans while zipping up.
“We’ll be right there,” he snaps and