Eventually, Chance takes his feet and helps me to mine. “Come on, mama. Let’s eat.”
16Union of Souls
Chance
Idrift slowly toward wakefulness, warmth radiating through me. Heaven—this must be heaven, to wake up like this. So warm. Feeling so good.
More than good.
Incredible.
Heat washes over me. Through me. More than just heat—fire. But not the destroying kind of fire—the delirious, beautiful, crazy kind of fire. Wetness. Wet fire? My half-awake brain knows that makes no sense, but that’s what I feel.
I don’t want to open my eyes. I don’t want to emerge from whatever dream I’m in. I feel too good.
There’s a movement to the wet heat.
My eyelids flutter. Snippets of the world greet me: the woven strands of the ceiling above me; the posts supporting the roof; the sea, the trees, the sky, a pale graying blue of early dawn; the thin cotton blankets bunched at the foot of the bed, rumpled and twisted and tangled; a wild burst of red curls draped in a springy curtain around the sharp angles and delicate curves of Annika’s face; her mouth wide open, lips stretched around my cock, sliding upward and upward until I pop free and smack against my belly.
I groan, my hands diving with a mind of their own into the luscious thicket of copper ringlets. “Annika, oh good god, Jesus…”
Is this real?
Am I dreaming?
Good lord. I close my eyes, but the sensations continue—she takes me in her mouth, sliding down my shaft, her tongue slithering against me. Her small soft hand clutched around my base, squeezing, pumping. Another hand cupping my balls, massaging, gently squeezing, teasing them with her fingernails.
I open my eyes again, and it’s real. She’s there. She’s lying alongside me, feet in the air beside my head. Hair loose in a profusion of wild red curls, bouncing when she bobs on my cock a few times.
She pulls off of me again and turns to look at me, curling her fingers around my erection as she meets my eyes with the brightest, sweetest, most loving smile I’ve ever beheld. “Hi there.” Her voice is soft, quiet.
I can’t summon words, only a lost, helpless groan.
Her fingers drift up and down, lightly circling my shaft, barely touching, while her fingernails claw delicately over my balls, dragging, trailing, tracing, teasing. Fuck, that feels good. Her fingernails never stop playing with me as she pulls my cock away from my body and gives it a long, slow, loving lick up the underside, up to the glans, and then flicking her tongue tip against the slitted hole. All at once, then, she wraps her mouth around me, sliding me in, in. Sucks around me, bobs up and down—with her mouth as wide as it can go, she can still only take the first few inches before I hit the back of her throat.
And then she surprises me. Cupping my balls in a firm grip, she slides her mouth further down my shaft in achingly slow increments, not inch by inch but millimeter by millimeter. I feel myself enter the tightness of her throat. She shimmies backward and leans closer to my body and lowers her chin to open her throat, and keeps taking me. And more. And more.
“Oh fuck, oh fuck, ohhhh…fuck,” I hiss. “You don’t have to do that, baby.”
She hums, a long moan around me that sends delicious vibrations through me, but doesn’t stop. She takes more. Slow, so slow. She doesn’t make a sound. I feel her breath huffing through her nose onto my skin, a warm bath of air on my shaft. Both hands cup my balls now, massaging and squeezing.
I ache. Her mouth and throat are tight and wet and hot—more than I can handle. I can’t take any more. But I don’t want it to end. I want to feel this forever, her beautiful mouth, her clever soft hands.
“Oh fuck, Annika. Jesus, your fucking mouth.”
Another groan—“Mmmmhmmm?”
“Fuck yes, fucking heaven, honey. Please don’t stop. Feels too fucking good.”
“Mmm-mmm.”
“You won’t stop?”
“Mmm-mmm.”
“Promise?”
“Mmmm-hmmm.”
