I’m a gory mess, and in my haste to have her, it’s now rubbing off onto her, and that cannot be. Even though it was her choice that brought us here to this solitude, it was my actions that drug us to a river with a burning corpse, and that is not her fault. It can’t be. She has to be the goodness that I’m not. She can’t be tainted by the diseased blood on me, my hands, and clothes.
She shrieks into the kiss as I walk us into the water. Even for a warm summer night the water is cold as it laps at us, washing away my sins so I can replace them with more.
The rocks under my feet are slippery with algae and debris, but I wade carefully out to the center of the river where it’s deep enough that with bending my knees just a bit, I have us submerged to the shoulders. The water cleanses us, whisking away the evidence of my crime, drenching us, making our clothes stick to our bodies and each other.
My hands roam up her back, one landing on her shoulder and the other snaking into her sleek, black hair. She moans into my mouth as I grab her roots and pull.
“Zeph.”
“Phoenix.” I say back, devouring her mouth like a man starved because that’s what I am.
I’ve never eaten this type of meal before, and everything in me is growling and snarling wanting to rip into it, to consume her with my mouth and my cock the way the fire consumes my indiscretions behind us.
Her hands are frantic as she dives them below the water, tugging at the front of my leathers, pulling on them, cursing into my mouth as she struggles with the button at the top. When it finally pops free, she giggles, and shimmies against me, working her own clothing away.
Fabric floats away from us, shredded pieces of cotton and lycra as I let go of her shoulder and help her by tearing the fucking cloth away. I can’t wait any longer. I need to be in her, to feel her heat, to burn her with mine.
“Fuck baby girl. Get on my cock. I need it.” I moan, helping her position herself right above my throbbing dick.
“Oh God!” She cries out as she impales herself on me, enveloping my dick in what can only be described as heaven on earth.
The ick I expected to feel at my first time isn’t there. No, it’s completely absent and replaced by me rolling my eyes back in the type of pleasure I have only received by being licked by fire.
It’s better than fire, it’s hotter than an inferno as she takes me all the way into her, her body coming down on me, her frame tensing as I open her up with my cock and split her in two.
“Oh fuck baby. Is this what I’ve been missing my whole life?”
“You tell me.” She pants back, bouncing up and down, letting my hands and the buoyancy of the water guide her.
It’s like two wild animals fighting for dominance as we grab and touch each other, with hands squeezing flesh and mouths licking, kissing and sucking. I’m ravenous, wanting to taste her, to bite her, to make her mine as she slides on my dick, raising and lowering, splashing the water around us onto my face.
Sensations I’ve never imagined fill me. My heart thunders in my chest, but not from the physical workout of holding her up. It’s from the passion running through me like an uncontained brush fire. My fingers tingle in my wet riding gloves, and my toes curl into the stones under my bare feet.
I need to feel everything, and I want to touch everywhere unimpeded by the leather, making me strip off my gloves with my teeth, shoving them in my back pocket. Slapping my bare palms on her skin, I revel in the heat of her, even with the chill from the water.
“Fuck baby. I’m not going to last.” I pant to her, feeling my breaths becoming hard to take in.
“Me either.” She says, bouncing faster on me, letting me settle my hands on her tight ass helping to guide her. “Harder Zeph. Harder.”
“Mmmm yes. You feel so good, so perfect on me. Fuck me baby, come on, fuck me like it’s the last thing you’ll ever do.”
Her pussy squeezes my cock so hard I can feel it pulsing with each stroke into her. It’s divine, fabulous, fucking perfect, however you want to describe it, and it’s pulling me towards a climax that I know is going to wreck me for the rest of my life. She is it, my new favorite past time, my new woman, my new obsession.
“Oh God, oh God, oh God!” She screams into the night, her words echoing off the trees and bouncing around us. “I’m going to cum. Now!”
“Cum on me baby. Be good and give it to me.” I growl, sinking my teeth into her slender neck, biting hard, losing myself to the overwhelming feelings flowing through me. “Now Phoenix. Cum with me.”
Intense can’t even come close to how it feels as my orgasm takes over me. It rolls down my spine, and enters my body like a fucking poltergeist, taking control of my being. I thrust harder into her, slamming my hips against hers, driving into her as hard and deep as I can, exploding inside her as her barked yells fill my ears.
“Such a good fucking girl.” I coo to her, holding her down on my cock, filling her with all I have. “My good fucking girl.”
Chapter
Eight
“How long does it take?” Phoenix asks as she sits next to me on the soft ground with the water still dripping from what’s left of her outfit that I didn’t shred.
“The flesh and stuff, not long. But the fire needs to burn really hot for the bones to become brittle enough to break. Maybe an hour or more.” I answer her, letting her lean against my side as we watch the body burn.
