Even with the material between us, I can feel his length, I can almost imagine what it would be like.
I haven’t had sex since Tripp.
The thought is a glass of liquid nitrogen being poured over me. It is so cold ithurts,I freeze instantly.
It’s only been months since he died. I can’t do this to him.
Except…
Even as that thought forms, it is quickly discarded. It hasn’t been months. It’s been years. I may not remember all the time in the loops, but my subconscious does, my body does, mysouldoes.
And it is all of that which propels me forward.
I need to do this. For myself.
I want to do this.
Axel is unaware of the mental turmoil I have just jumped through, but the pressure loosens on my neck, his fingers unwrapping until just his thumb remains. It covers the spot where Grayson left his mark.
“Sunday.” Axel stares down at me. “You can stop this, even if we get half-past the point, you can still stop this. You understand?”
I jerk my head.
“No, say you understand,” Axel demands.
“I understand.”
His eyes darken, his pupils are dilated and swirling in promise. “You don’t.” He lunges.
His mouth latches onto the other side of my neck. Where Grayson was gentle, Axel is rough,carnal.
His teeth dig into the skin there, his tongue lashing out to soften the bite.
My belly is molten, my core throbs. It pulsates every time his tongue moves. It isn’t long before I am squirming underneath him, desperate for relief.
“Axel, please. I need more.”
“Fuck!” He releases my neck and then he’s shoving up my shirt, maneuvering it off of me.
I’m bare underneath and with gravity’s help my breasts fall free, they are just on the cusp of too large, but I ignore that as Axel shifts his attention to them. His fingers kneed the nipple on one.
“Your mouth,” I beg. Ever since he sucked on them before, I have been craving for him to do it again.
He chuckles but acquiesces. His tongue lashes out, licking across my nipple and it pebbles up for him. He breathes on it a few times, his hot breath at odds with the cool air.
I am enraptured. He has wrapped me up in him so fast and quick, as if he knows exactly how.
Except they haven’t gone this far with me before, not in any of the previous timelines. When I asked all my questions that was one they answered easily–that I had kissed Axel and Darius but nothing more, but Grayson and I had never kissed before this one.
All the changes that perhaps led to them breaking the cycle.
The theory sloshes around my muddled mind, but then his mouth opens, and he is sucking and biting on my nipple while his hand plays with the other.
My body tenses, coils, I am beginning to tip-toe to an edge I have not gone before. I have come. But this is different, this is a full body pleasure. It doesn’t feel like I am trying to find a finish line, instead I am literally along for the ride.
He hums against my nipple. I try to grab hold of him, to givehimpleasure, but I can’t reach.
Instead, I am at his mercy as he continues his assault. My mind empties, and I let myself live on this cusp of reality and ethereal.
