Page 29 of Once Bitten
He used my distraction to slip inside me, and the sudden pain had me pulling back. “You…” This bastard.
“Shh, it’ll stop hurting soon.” Why did that sound so familiar? In fact, everything about this moment felt like déjà vu.That’s because we were here once before without the phone call, of course.
To stop me from crying out, he stuck his tongue in my mouth, and I must admit, it worked. The burning ache between my thighs seemed to ease bit by bit as I followed his mouth with mine, trying to keep up.
“What’re you two doing? Jessica, you bitch...” His tantrum got cut off midstream because Julius decided that now was a good time to hang up. He still had murder in his eyes when he looked down at me, but it couldn't be worse than mine. “Get out of me.”
“No!”
“You...” I didn't get to finish because once again, I found myself being suffocated by his tongue while he slipped deeper inside me. His hand around my throat held me in place while he ravaged my lips, even as he moved ever so slowly deep inside me.
JULIUS
There it is, that soul-eating feeling as if my life source was being sucked out of me. She’s the only woman ever to make me feel this way. Only with her have I ever felt this deep bonding of more than just the flesh where we were joined. It was this very thing that I have been running from. The reason I have avoided her for so long.
I admit, it scared me the first time I felt it. It was too much like losing myself, as if everything that I was had been given over to her. I was afraid after previous betrayals that giving someone else that kind of power over me would only send me into a darker place, a place I would never come back from.
After all, what I felt for her then and now far surpassed anything I’d ever felt for anyone else. It made me long for the kind of love I’d long stopped believing in. So, although the pull that night had been almost too strong to resist, I’d fought my way out and run like hell.
But now there was no more running, and no turning back. I knew it in my very soul that this time, if I didn’t play my cards right, I’d lose her forever and end up losing myself. I can’t let that happen, not again. I don’t think I could make it a second time.
As I moved in and out of her, each stroke was like arriving at the entrance to paradise. A door that I had tried so hard to keep closed was now fully open, and the deeper I fucked into her, the more of my soul she took. There was anger mixed with lust in each thrust, but she kept up with me, just like she did that night.
Even though I knew I was hurting her, she didn’t waver or complain. I tried my best to go easy on her, but there isn’t much I can do about my size. The most I could do was try not to go too deep or thrust too hard, which was all but killing me. I wanted nothing more than to give in to the burning need and that voice in my head that told me to consume her completely.
I let the tone of her moans guide me, differentiating between sounds of pain and pleasure. When I bottomed out, she screamed and fought me, but I didn’t relent; I couldn’t. The need and want were too fierce, as if I were no longer the one in control.
I sipped the tears as they fell from her eyes and held her gently as I opened her with my width over and over again. I was careful not to tear her, keeping myself in check with all my strength even though I wanted to let go and devour her.
My heart sang for the first time in years, almost as if it recognized her. The feeling of her wet heat wrapped around my shaft became nearly unbearable; it was too intense. This is what had tipped me off that night. For me, sex was always just that, just a fuck. With her, it was something profound that I had no words for then or now.
Her screams grew louder when I nipped her breasts with my teeth, and I felt her essence flow around my cock as it invaded her. I covered her mouth with mine to keep the sound from traveling to the rest of the house, even though walls and hallways separated us from the others.
That too became wild and out of control as our tongues mated in time and rhythm with our hips that met withresounding clashing sounds that rang out in the silent room. Her wet heat reacted each time I pounded into her, the sound driving me insane.
I knew the pain had subsided when she grabbed at me and held on, no longer trying to escape my grasp. “That’s it, baby, stay with me.” It was as if she’d been waiting for those words of encouragement. I felt it in her, so I kept whispering sweet nothings in her ear.
Her scent held me captive, and the way her body moved, the sounds her pussy made as my cock stirred the wetness inside her, it was all just as I remembered. Her heat gripped me like a glove, her moans pierced that final layer of my cold heart, and I felt the last bit of resolve leave me as I looked down into her bright eyes.
The always bold and brave girl had a vulnerable look in her eyes, one that made my heart ache just a little as I recalled the time we had lost because of my ignorance. It was hard to remember now why I had given this up, why I had walked away from her back then. It all seemed so silly now, which it was, since I’ve found myself coming full circle.
I didn’t hide from her this time, but allowed her to see what was in me for her. If she got scared, so be it. We’d both tried staying away from each other, but now, she had to know, just as I did, that there was no turning back from us.
I kissed her forehead, and she came, her pink blossom squeezing around me even as her hands clutched, and her nails dug into my flesh. And I closed my eyes and gave in as I emptied myself in her for the first time that night.
JESSICA
“Wait,stop, you’re not wearing protection.” I barely got the words out through panting breaths.
“I don’t need protection to fuck my woman.”
“You!” Before I could blast him, my mouth was once more filled with his tongue, and I got swept up again.
That’s the only word for it. This feeling of being lost in space and time while he played my body like a puppet master. I’d long forgotten the pain of being breached and was enjoying the feeling of being full. The pain had long given way to pleasure, and it was the kind of mind-blowing ecstasy that one shouldn’t dare pass up.
He played me like a song as my body moved with the memory of that long-ago night. The combination of past and present seemed to blend together to form a knot in my gut before each explosive orgasm, and there were plenty. Enough to make me overlook the fact that he’d probably damaged me but good.
I’m not sure how he does it, how he’s so good at wielding that thing he calls a cock but should be in a museum or a lab somewhere being tested. Damn mammoth dick. I know my size and fortitude, and just like back then, there’s no way that thing should fit in any orifice on my poor body, but here we are.
