“What’s that?”
I looked at her lips. They were like fruit. I’d picked my fair share of grapes. Her lips were like the color your fingers get when they’re covered in crushed grape juice. She was nature’s gift, the fruit of the world. She wasn’t just a woman, she was my fate, my destiny, and it was time for me to devour her.
I leaned in and took hold of her. My lips met hers in a startling moment of intimacy. I swear, there was a ringing in my ears. You ever seen that painting on the ceiling of the Sistine Chapel in Rome, where God’s reaching out and touching the finger of an angel? That was what it felt like at the moment my lips touched hers. It was more than just a kiss. It was something spiritual.
I slid my tongue into her mouth and tried to suck her up. It was as if I was trying to suck the life from her body. My tongue touched hers, my lips covered her mouth completely, and I devoured her. I drank her up. I savored the taste of her mouth for the exquisite delicacy it was.
She gasped when I broke the embrace.
“Good god,” she sighed.
“Girl, you ain’t felt nothing yet. When I’m done with you, you’re not going to know what happened.”
“Don’t make me wait,” she said mischievously, laying back on the couch.
“You’re going to be in a daze,” I said. “You’re going to know you’re mine for the rest of your life. You won’t even be able to look at another man.”
“Is that so?”
“Yes it is.”
“Those are big words.”
“I’m a big man,” I said, and opened my belt and jeans, letting the full length of my manly cock fall out of my pants.
She took one look at it and shut her eyes.
“Don’t be afraid,” I whispered.
“Oh, I’m not afraid,” she said, and spread her legs open.
I saw that she wasn’t wearing any underwear beneath that dress.
“Naughty girl,” I said as I bent down and put my lips over her exquisite cunt.
She thrust forward, clenched my head in her thighs, and locked me into a tight embrace. She was desperate for me. I could taste it on her. Her * was dripping juice the moment my tongue entered it. She couldn’t hide her desire from me even if her life depended on it.
I sucked on the lips of her cunt gently, licking the folds of her clit, thrusting my tongue into the void of her *.
“Jackson,” she moaned.
I broke free of the lock her legs had on me and came up for air. My cock throbbed and for a brief moment, I was afraid it was going to orgasm without me. Without my permission. That’s something that never happened to me before. I can assure you, there’s nothing premature about my cock and it’s workings. But there was something about the look on Faith’s face, the mixture of love and desire and understanding, that almost sent me falling into the abyss of my own lust.
She had a hold of my soul in a way no woman ever had or ever would. A passion came over me, a rage, an utter loss of control. I wanted her, but not just for pleasure. I wanted her for domination. I wanted to claim her so completely that the whole universe would know she was mine, not just for the length of our lives, but for all of eternity. I wanted to brand her. I wanted to mark her in some way, as my own.
I don’t know if I can describe the feeling. Other men would understand, I think.
Possession, domination, ownership, mastery.
“You’re going to surrender to me,” I said. I didn’t even know where the words were coming from. It was like my soul was speaking directly to her.
“Yes,” she panted.
“I’m reclaiming you, Faith Shepherd. I’m reclaiming what’s mine. Now and forever.”
“Yes,” she moaned.
I stripped her naked. I had to have her naked. It wasn’t just about having an orgasm any more. It was about one man and one woman becoming something new. I pulled her dress over her head. She didn’t have a bra on. She looked up at me, completely naked, and shivered.
Was that fear? I don’t know. I’ll never know.
All I know is that what I did to her cannot be explained only by our desires. I wanted to fuck her, yes. But like I said, this was something beyond that. She was mine. She was the mother of my child. I felt as if we didn’t belong as two separate people, but as a single embrace of love that would last forever. I pulled off my shirt and climbed onto her so that I was sitting on her breasts, both of us naked. My fat cock was in front of her face.
“Lick me,” I said.
She blinked, hesitated for just a moment, and then opened her mouth.