Watching her all night was painful and at the same time arousing. He could tell she didn’t like Josh, and with every forced smile and contrived response his ego pulsed. She wanted him, not Josh. She needed him and no one else, and he knew exactly what that felt like. He may as well hold a white flag in his hand because he was done fighting it. He couldn’t last another day without her, and he couldn’t go one more moment without letting her see just how much he “liked” her; it was her question, and he intended to answer it.
When he knocked on her door, his heart lurched. He listened as she approached, but she didn’t open the door. Instead, he heard the nearly imperceptible sound of her shifting around nervously as she looked through the peephole. He waited as long as he could bear before letting his gaze shift up to the peephole, knowing she was watching. A moment later, the door was pulled open. She was wearing nothing but an oversize T-shirt that looked five times too big on her small frame. Her hair was up in a high, messy ponytail, and she’d washed the makeup from her face. Her stunned expression lasted only a moment until she found her voice and her confidence. “What are you doing here? Don’t you have anyone else to stalk?”
And as he stepped toward her and into her home, he responded, “Just you.” Her mouth fell open again, and as it did, her arousal emanated from her body. She was wet for him already, and he yearned to touch it.
“I don’t want you here.” Her words were a lie; her body’s response said it clearly enough.
“Yes you do, but say it again, and I’ll leave.” His words were true, and they were meant as a threat. Not a mean one—he had no intention of pushing her to his will—and if she wasn’t willing to give into her desire tonight, he wasn’t going to coerce it out of her. He wanted her ready, willing, and open. He wanted her to let go of the pain and resentment, and while he knew he was the cause of it, he would not negotiate on this fact. She’d been pushed too many times in her life and had her strength and will challenged and taken from her. He would never be the man to do that to her regardless of how much she wanted him.
Her mouth opened, and the look of defiance that passed her face left him convinced she was going to stand her ground and he would have to leave her, but as quickly as her anger flared, it faltered, and tears broke free from her beautiful crystalline-blue eyes. He pulled her into his arms as she crumbled, and he pushed the door closed behind him. He held her tight to his chest and whispered in her ear, “God, I’m so sorry.” And then he attacked her lips, thrusting his tongue into her mouth as she moaned.
He had her up against the door within moments, bracing her body with his own as she straddled his hips. Her breathing was desperate, and his body was on fire in his own need. He freed his cock with one hand as he held her body up with a strong arm around her hip and under her bottom. The moment he dropped his pants to his ankle and yanked the fabric of her underwear aside with his hand that held her in place, he plunged into her body as she cried out. He pounded into her body as he continued to support her with one arm. He used his free hand to push her knee out wide. She was moaning and mewling, gripping his shoulders tight as he pounded and thrust into her body violently. Her nails dug into his shoulders through his shirt, driving him farther. It was only when he sank to the floor on his knees that she loosened her grip on his shoulders and quickly stripped his shirt off over his head.
He sank back to sit on his calves as he used his thighs and buttocks to push and drive his arousal into her body. His ankles were still restrained in his pants, and she was straddling his body with her legs wrapped around his hips, pushing his pants and shoes from his feet with her feet. He paused momentarily as her feet worked, and he took in the tears that were still in her eyes and drying on her cheeks. When his pants and shoes were finally free, she braced her toes against the soles of his feet, and she used her purchase to clench her sheath tightly around him. It brought him close to orgasm, and he drove into her body again as her muscles kept tightening around him. He moved his hands down to the cheeks of her bottom, and he gripped her harshly and held her firm as he pushed one deep and swift penetration after another into her pussy. She was whimpering against his neck, and when he dipped his fingers between her cheeks and pushed his middle finger into her anus, she pulled from his neck and held his eyes in shock as he continued to thrust his cock into her. He held her hip and bottom still with his hands and kept his finger buried in her bottom as he fucked her.
She was panting and gasping with every drive of his cock, and when she finally came undone, she leaned back against the door behind her, and he eased her body down to the ground, plunging in and out of her body as her thighs gripped him around the waist. Just as his orgasm overpowered him, he pulled from her body, and he ejaculated on her T-shirt that was bunched up between their bodies. His body was lurching and spasming as he came, and her lips were trembling and her breath was coming in raspy gasps as she watched him.
Her creamy cum had seeped from her pussy in her release, and as it trickled a small path to her anus, he used her lubrication as he slowly moved his still-buried finger within her bottom. He was gentle, and as her breathing slowed, she watched his eyes as his finger penetrated and withdrew. Her lips were parted, and with every push, she gasped and moaned quietly. She was arching her back as his finger slid through her moisture, and he pushed her T-shirt up to latch his mouth on her breast. When he finally withdrew his finger slowly, he released her breast, and she dropped her back to the floor. Her hands moved to his cheeks, and she gently pulled his mouth to hers.
He loved her lips. They left his own feeling alive again as their warmth spread to him, and as she latched to his mouth, he plunged his tongue between them. He kissed her with the power of his body behind him, and she accepted the passion and force of it. When he pulled her up and lifted her into his arms, it was to carry her back to her bathroom and start the shower. He held her in silence under the hot jets of water, kissing her shoulder as she snuggled up to his chest.
When he finally got her into bed, she nuzzled into his neck, and she was quiet and still in his arms as he soaked in her warmth. But as replete as his body finally was after a week apart from her, his mind was spinning, contemplating.
Truman was thirty-six when he transitioned, and Ember was only twenty-two. Truman had always looked younger than his years and was more often than not thought to be in his late twenties or early thirties. He would have fourteen years with her until she reached his body’s age, and if he was lucky, he could change his dress enough to fool her into thinking he’d aged during that time. But by the time she reached forty, there would be little hope of hiding the fact he wasn’t changing, and he’d be forced to leave her and break her heart or wipe her memory of him completely. He couldn’t bear to break her heart again; it simply wasn’t an option. But wiping twenty years of their life together would destroy her mind and leave far too many holes in her memory to leave her anything but insane. And when it came right down to it, he couldn’t fathom ever being able to let her go again. He couldn’t let her go for longer than a week now. What Truman did know was that being apart wasn’t possible, and whatever hurdles he had to pass, he would find a way to do it. He would find a way to be with her.
As Truman stroked the smooth skin of her back, she inhaled a deep and contented breath, and he spoke. He asked about her life. He asked about her experiences. He knew all of it, but he wanted to know what she was willing to tell him. She didn’t disappoint. She related every last terrifying detail that she could recall of the monster. She lamented the impact it had on her life and her ability to function like a normal woman. She talked of her mother and her passing, and she sniffled as the memories brought her emotions to the surface. Truman kissed her forehead gently as she spoke, and when she asked of his life as well, he told her the truth, minus a few dates and details. He talked of his own parents, so long dead they were nothing more than dust. He spoke of his younger sister, but failed to mention she’d been kidnapped and murdered by the monsters that existed even three hundred years ago. It was without doubt the reason he chose to devour them today rather than any number of other class of predators in the world. And he spoke of his interests and likes. He had many. He had had three hundred years to explore art and history and music and literature, and he talked about all of it.