25
EZRA
They discharged Sam that evening. Once he was awake he seemed fine, and the blood tests didn't reveal anything abnormal. The doctors chalked it up to him being dehydrated on the mountain after the avalanche, and then we were signing forms and being led out of the hospital.
It was a relief for both of us to walk into his apartment. I took the hottest shower of my life, staying under the scalding water for probably 20 minutes. Sam wanted to do the same, but with the bandages on he had to settle for a bath, submerging his lower half in the water while using a sponge to clean the rest of him.
Still nude, I sat on the edge of the tub and helped. And my motivations were less than altruistic. I let my gaze linger on his body as he got out before handing him a towel.
"Ezra..." Sam began as he toweled off. I stopped him with a hand.
"You don't need to say anything. I understand."
"Yeah..." He looked at the floor. "I have to say it."
He paused, and I found myself holding my breath as I looked into his sapphire eyes.
"Ezra, I need you."
"I'll be your dutiful sponge-bather for as long as you need," I said with half a grin.
"I'm being serious. I need you, Ezra. More than all of this." His wave encompassed the room, the building, and his supernatural ability. "I still don't know what's going on. Why that dragon exists, or why he was trying to kill me. But I know I couldn't have survived without you. I would have died."
I tried to protest, but the words would not come.
"I'm glad it was you to steal the totem from me at the airport." He stepped up close, nude and glistening.
"And I'm glad I'm bonded with someone so sexy. It would have been much harder if you didn't have such a pretty face."
He raised his arm like a wing. "I'm not very sexy with these wounds..."
"Are you joking?" I barked a laugh, and ran my fingers along his ribs. "Scars are extra sexy. More than tattoos. I can't wait for the bandages to come off so I can get a peek."
Sam lifted me by the thighs with easy strength, and I wrapped my legs around him as we kissed. I wanted to do more, but wasn't sure if he was up to it with his wounds, but he carried me to the bedroom.
"Oof!" I yelped as he deposited me on the bed. Then he was crawling on top of me, kissing up my belly and chest to my mouth again. I sighed into his lips, feeling all of him surrounding me, and the world dimmed until the only thing that existed was his face and body and smell.
And then his lips were moving along the side of my head, gently nibbling at my neck and shoulder. I reached down to touch myself but then he grabbed my hand and held it out to the side, pinning me down, and I bit my lip with excitement.
"Ohh, you tease me."
I felt the mischievous grin on his lips as he kissed down to my breasts, brushing past the nipples as he continued farther south. He nuzzled his nose into my fluff of pubic hair, his own beard tickling my sex and making me thrust my hips toward him desperately. Then he moved sideways along my thigh, cutting across and then moving up my inner thigh on the other side, pulling a groan from my lips while he teased me, caressing along my thigh. Finally, when I didn't think I could take it anymore, he stuck out his tongue and tasted my sex, just the outside of my slit, moving slowly up until his touch reached my clitoris. I wanted to grab his dirty blond hair, to squeeze it and guide him on, but with my arms pinned at my side there was nothing I could do but take it.
He teased me a little more, tongue caressing my outer lips sensually, before he finally shoved his tongue deeper inside. I moaned as he pushed as deep as he could, taste buds widening the walls of my pussy while his lips pressed along the outside. He rolled his tongue up and down like that, waves of wonderful sensation which made me sigh and close my eyes and think of nothing but his tongue.
And then his tongue flicked out, and down.
"Ohh!" I gasped with surprise, then pleasure.
His tongue moved over my taint and across my tight rosebud, a tickling flicker than soon left me moaning harder than before. He let go of my arms so he could spread my thighs wider, lifting them up to tilt my ass into the air, giving him a better angle. I leaned my head back on his sheets and groaned, my eyes clenching shut with ecstasy.
"Yes," I whispered. "Yes, yes, right there..."
He fingered my pussy while giving me a rimjob, one finger sliding in easily, and then a second. He pistoned them back and forth while keeping his mouth on my forbidden place, and I squeezed my breasts together as I felt my sexual pressure growing.
I snatched a handful of hair and yanked him back up, then reached down to grab his enormous cock. I rubbed it into my slit, coating the head and the first inch of the shaft, slowly taking more and more of it until finally Sam groaned and thrust forward, burying his cock to the hilt inside of me. I gasped at the pressure of him, again surprised at just how much he filled me, our bodies two puzzle pieces that were made to be connected.
He kissed my neck as he slowly made love, because we were in no rush. No one was chasing us. Finally we had no reason to run.
Just Sam, and me, and our pulsing body parts.
And then he sat back on his heels. Taking care to stay inside of me, he twisted me to my right and fell to the bed beside me, behind me, spooning me. But his cock fell out, and I giggled as he grabbed it and guided it back in.
For the tiniest fraction of a second, as his cock was pushing into me from behind, I thought he was going to try to put it in my other hole. It brushed against it, and I held my breath, but then he found my pussy and it slid back inside wonderfully.
He wrapped his arm around me, and continued kissing the back of my neck.
This angle was intense, and wonderful, and feeling Sam's entire body pressed against my back was all I'd ever wanted. But as we slowly made love on our sides, I imagined his cock pressing against my other hole again. Widening it with his immense girth, taking me in a way I'd never been taken before, not with anything more than a finger alone. And thinking about it made me moan louder, and soon it was the only thing I wanted, wanted it now before I could stop myself.
I reached down between us and pulled his cock out. His lips paused on my shoulder, and I grinned as I guided the tip of his cock, rubbing it back and forth against my asshole.
"Is this what you want?" I purred.
"Only if you want to."
"Ohh, you know I do." I twisted to kiss him, then said, "You stay still. Let me do it."
Slowly, I pressed his cock against my rosebud. Even coated with my lubrication, and my hole still wet from his rimjob, it was difficult. A wall that didn't want to bend. But then I felt myself relax, and his fleshy head slipped inside, just the tip, my muscles tightening around the other side.
"Oh fuck," he gasped.
The pressure was incredible--different and wonderful all at the same time. I reached back and pulled Sam forward in a long kiss, enjoying the moment and taking some time to adjust.
Slowly, I began pushing back against him.
Feeling his cock move deeper into my ass, one slow millimeter at a time, was unlike anything I'd ever felt. I could sense the tension in Sam's chest, his desire for more, barely restrained, and that mixing with my own pleasure made me reach down and rub my clit. And then he reached down, over my hand to my pussy, curling two fingers down into it at the same time as I rubbed myself. Triply stimulated, I pushed back on his cock harder and harder, feeling it go deeper.
When half of his enormous cock was inside of me, I gasped, "Give it to me."
"Yeah?"
"Yes! Fuck me!"
It was like letting an animal off its leash; he let out a long exhale and pulled back, then thrust forward again. It was so much more intense having him do it as opposed to me being in control, but the intensity was on the edge of what I could handle, riding that line perfectly.
"Holy fuck," he exhaled into my hair. "Ezra, oh God you feel so good!"
"What feels good?" I demanded, eyes wide to drink in his lust.
"Your ass," he said. "Ohh, your ass feels amazing..."
I rubbed myself faster, practically screaming with pleasure at having both of my holes filled, paired with the lust in Sam's voice and the way I could feel it in our bond. His breathing sped up with mine as our bodies rolled together on the bed, two waves in sync, skin and flesh dancing in perfect harmony. He groaned, and didn't stop, voice slowly rising with mine, his cock pushing deeper into my asshole than before, so deep I could feel it pressing against his fingers in my pussy, and my eyes clenched shut as it threw me over the edge.
"Oh fuck!" I screamed. "Yes! YES!"
He wrapped his other arm underneath my head and pulled me close as he roared into my hair, shoving his cock as deep into my ass as he could. Every muscle of mine tightened as I came, my pussy on his fingers and my ass on his cock, and then I felt him shuddering and spasming with me, and he pressed his broad chest against my back as we trembled together on the sheets.
*
It probably took me ten minutes to catch my breath. Based on Sam's hot breath on my neck, he was just as worn out.
"I think I need another bath," he said, which made me giggle.
"Yeah you do, dirty boy."
His chest rumbled with silent laughter. I twisted to face him, and ran a finger along his ribs.
"I'm surprised the bandages didn't break open."
He looked down at himself and said, "Huh."
"Guess you'll have to be rougher with me next time."
He grinned an evil grin. "That sounds like fun."
I smiled at him, and he furrowed his brow.
"What?" I asked.
"Nothing."
"It doesn't look like nothing."
"Oh," he said, "I'm just thinking about how glad I am that I found you."
I felt myself blush a dozen shades of crimson.
"Me too." My smile changed. "Now how about you make a girl some dinner?"
He rolled sideways out of bed and stretched, giving me a fantastic view of his flexing ass and thighs.
"Aren't you supposed to take care of me?" he teased. "I'm the wounded one."
"Fine," I sighed. "Chinese takeout it is. Go get the phone and I'll order it."
I listened to him paw into the other room, then pause. "You coming back, or what?" I called.
I heard him say, "Hello?" to someone else.
Rising from the bed, I peeked around the corner of the bedroom. He stood nude in the middle of the living room, his phone to his ear.
"But how?" he said, turning to face me, and I could see the shock in his eyes.