“Thane, what are you doing here?”
“I need you.”
Her expression grew tight, “You know that us being together can have…consequences.”
He sat for a moment, studying her. Her white dress, embroidered with flowers and butterflies, seemed to glow. It hugged her voluptuous figure, and along with her rich red hair, pale skin, leaf green eyes, and full pink lips, she was every inch a goddess. He stood then, and came into the light, and she was surprised to see he’d been crying.
Her expression softened, and she walked over to him. She gently brushed the tears from his cheeks, and took his face in her hands, “Darling, what’s wrong?”
“I’m just so tired. This world…” he gestured to the city lights outside her window, “I’m sick of humanity. Of their ignorance, violence, and hate. They've been keeping me far too busy lately. I wish they'd just nuke themselves and get it over with. It would certainly make my job easier,” he spat out angrily.
“You don’t mean that,” she chided him.
He saw the hurt look on her face, and his expression softened, "No, I don't. Because I know how much pain and suffering it would cause you. I just feel stretched so thin…I need to get away for a while, even if it's just an hour or two. I need you."
He reached up and took her wrists, holding them tightly. At his touch, her knees buckled slightly. He pulled her against him, and feeling his body against hers caused a shock to go through her.
“Please, Livvy,” he pleaded.
Against her better judgement she tilted her face up to his, and he captured her lips in a kiss. He let go of her wrists, and wrapped his arms around her, letting out a groan of need. His tongue moved along her bottom lip, and she parted them to let him in. Her arms wrapped around his neck, and her hips ground against his.
Their tongues tangled together, and he quite literally left her breathless. She pulled back a little, and as she sucked air back into her lungs, he nipped at her lower lip. His hand worked up into her hair, and he wound it around his fist and pulled her head back, trailing his mouth down the smooth column of her neck.
Thane pulled back, “Undress for me.”
Liv blushed, “Here?”
“Right here. I want to see you naked in the moonlight.”
She gave him a playful smile and spun around, “Help me with my zipper?”
He wordlessly gripped the small metal tab, and slowly drew it down, exposing her soft warm skin. She could bring heat to his bones in a way that no one else could. He fed on that warmth, on her vitality. It made him feel alive. He watched as she slipped out of the sleeves of the dress, and wiggled it past her lush hips to puddle at the floor.
She reached back for the clasp of her bra, and removed it with practiced ease, before sliding her panties down her long legs. She peeked back at him, “Shoes too?”
He took in the high, delicate gold heels she was wearing, and with a small smile replied, “Leave the shoes.”
She laughed, and he felt it vibrate through him. With a low growl he slid up behind her, and clasped her throat in one of his big hands. He moved it up until her head was tilted back, and squeezed with a gentle pressure as he gazed at her.
She gasped in surprise, but felt no fear as she looked up into his eyes. He would never, could never, really hurt her. She felt his other hand tweak her nipple, and she arched her back, driving her ass against his pelvis. His hand moved from her breast down her belly, and the muscles of her torso quivered under his touch.
“I’ve been able to think of nothing but you all day,” Thane whispered as his hand tightened around her throat, “Imagining you naked and panting underneath me.”
Liv’s breathing quickened, both from his words and her slightly restricted airflow. He had an effect on her like no one else. He exuded quiet power, and their pairing was generally frowned upon, which made it all that much more delicious. When she was with him, she let him do things to her that she’d never let any other man do. But she felt that tonight wouldn’t be one of those nights. Tonight his need was different…she felt he just wanted to be nurtured...to feel loved.
She was broken out of her reverie as his long fingers delved between her legs, and found her clit. He stroked it softly, and she moaned. She wiggled free from his grasp, and turned to face him. “Please”, she whispered as she slipped his jacket off his shoulders, and draped it over the back of a nearby chair. She kissed him as she undid the knot on his tie, and slid it out from under his collar and dropped it. Next she began to unbutton his shirt, planting soft kisses along the line of exposed skin. It quickly joined his jacket on the chair.
She knelt in front of him, and was about to unbuckle his belt, when Thane bent down and took her face between his hands.
“Liv…come with me.”
He helped her up, and he led her to the couch. He urged her up onto the back of it, and leaned her against the cool window. He knelt on the cushions, spread her legs, and ducked his head between them. She let out a shaky breath as his tongue circled around her labia, and separated her nether lips. Her fingers ran through his hair as he lapped up her sweet juices. He slid two fingers into her pussy, and circled her clit with his tongue. She mewled, and he sucked her bud between his lips. She wriggled against him, and her murmurs and cries were like the most beautiful music he’d ever heard.
He added a third finger into her pussy, and drove them in and out as he flicked her clit in rhythm with his tongue. Her fingers tightened in his hair, and he could barely breathe as she clamped her thighs around his head. She came with a shuddering cry, banging her head back against the window.
“Ouch!” she exclaimed, and laughed. As her climax dissipated and she released him, he looked up at her with a grin. It was something he did rarely, and it made him look surprisingly dorky, which just made her laugh even harder. He stood, and grabbed her ankles, and pulled her down to sit on the couch. She landed on the cushions with a giggle.
She watched raptly as he undid his belt, leaving the ends dangling as he undid the button at his waist and the zipper. He kicked off his shoes, and when he took off his pants, he managed to get his socks off as well. Her gaze skimmed up his lean muscled body to his face. A little smile still curled the corners of his lips, and she cocked an eyebrow at him, and subconsciously licked her lips.
She reached her arms out to him, and he stepped into them. She rested her hands on his hips, and scooted forward, perching her ass on the edge of the couch. His cock bobbed invitingly, and she ran her tongue around the head.
Thane hissed as she licked around the tip, then slowly parted her lips to take him into her mouth. His cock was cool to the touch, but warmed up as she bobbed her head, and swirled her tongue around it. The warmth of her mouth suffused through him, unknotting his muscles. He watched her through heavy lids, resting one hand gently on top of her head, guiding her ever so slightly. He groaned as she relaxed her throat, and swallowed his length down. Liv opened her eyes, and looked up at her lover. She sucked his cock slowly…dreamily…their gazes locked. He stroked her cheek, and she rested her head against his hand.
She felt his length twitch, and quickly dislodged him from her mouth. She adored him, but his cum tasted like licking a dirty ash tray. He understood her distaste for it, and never complained, mainly because that meant he would have the pleasure of coming inside her.
He hauled her up, swept her into his arms, and carried her into the bedroom. He placed her gently onto the bed and quickly joined her, covering her mouth with a kiss. Liv clutched him to her, and lifted her hips in invitation. He knelt up, and guided his cock to her pussy. Entering her was usually difficult, as her body instinctively resisted letting him inside, so he took it very slowly.
She whimpered as he worked his way in…it was always a tight fit. Her body screamed with resistance, but she breathed slow and steady, and willed her muscles to relax. When he finally bottomed out inside of her, they both let out a sigh of relief.
They stayed joined together like that for a moment, until she rolled her hips. “Please Thane…” she whispered. It was all the encouragement he needed. He started to move slowly, easing out and back in, kissing her gently to distract her. Eventually she began to buck her hips against him, matching his rhythm. That was his signal to speed things up.
“Play with your clit,” he whispered in her ear encouragingly. She moaned, and snaked her hand down to where they were joined. She gathered up some of her wetness, and began to circle the sensitive bud. With that touch she clutched almost painfully around him, but he loved the tightness of her pussy, and began to thrust into her with more speed and force.
Her eyes flew open, and her mouth formed an ‘O’ as she arched against him. Her free hand flopped to the bed, and Thane grabbed it. He held her down as his pace increased. Their bodies slapped together, and her finger on her clit moved furiously.
“Oh god, Thane…I’m going to come!”
“I’m almost there, darling…come with me…come with me!”
He pistoned into her a few more times, then gasped as she spasmed around him, a wail ripped from her throat. He groaned and let loose, filling her with his cum.
She gasped in pain mixed with pleasure, and Thane watched her complexion turn grey, while his suffused with color. In the 23 seconds that their climax lasted, the lines that separated them blurred. Twenty-three healthy pregnancies suddenly went wrong, leaving new parents devastated with grief, while an equal amount of people suffering from terminal illnesses were suddenly and inexplicably cured and given a new lease on life. The balance was maintained - this time - just not in the way it had been originally planned, leaving a jumble of confusion, sadness and joy in its wake.
Liv was boneless as he gathered her into his arms. He rubbed her back and limbs vigorously, warming her up, giving her back the heat he had taken from her. She jerked suddenly, and clutched at him with a sob.
“Shh, darling…just breathe…just breathe,” he encouraged as she gasped for air. He held her tightly against him, whispering sweet sentiments into her ear as she stabilized.
After a few minutes, she looked up at him with glassy eyes, and he kissed her gently, “I’m so sorry, Liv. I’m such a selfish bastard making you go through that.”
She laughed weakly, resting her head on his shoulder, “You’re lucky I’m a giver by nature.”
“I am,” he brushed her hair away from her face and tenderly kissed her forehead, “I am so very lucky.”
"Stay with me tonight," she murmured, "Let me make it all right.."
He smiled, and breathed in her perfume, "I love you. I can't exist without you."
"Or I, you. And I love you too."