her, feeling every inch sink into her hot slickness. His breathing came shorter and shorter as he tried to maintain the slow pace, but as he watched her writhe below him, her skin glowing in the soft light of the room he found an urgency he couldn’t deny. Passion turning her skin from the beautiful smooth olive he loved into something rosy and hot. Her lips almost red as they parted, letting out a throaty moan that sent shivers through him.
Her eyes closed, her head arching back, her hand reaching for him, sliding around to pull him closer, silently saying that she needed him, all of him.
Her reaction was almost his undoing. As it was, he was struggling to maintain.
No other woman had ever affected him the way that this one was. Her pleasure at his touch was causing a cascade of emotions through his entire body.
One, the most obvious was lust, her own need causing an echo within him that was demanding in its intensity.
The second was this maddening need to please her. He was getting as much pleasure out of her obvious enjoyment of him as he was from whatever basic pleasure a man took from a woman.
And this was anything but basic. He wasn’t sure but she must be built differently from other women. She was tighter maybe, hotter, wetter? He wasn’t sure. All he knew was that he had never quite experienced before the feelings he’d felt as she’d kissed him, as he’d thrust into her, as when she’d taken him in her hot mouth. Her red lips sliding up and down his shaft as her eyes sparkled up at him.
He’d tried to go slow, but he wasn’t going to be able to contain himself. He slipped a hand down between them and rubbed her right above where they were joined.
He heard her gasp as he rode her harder, his thumb working her clit as he moved.
He felt her tightening around him, her legs clenching, pulling him in as she came.
And she came just in time because he was unable to hold his own climax any longer and his orgasm joined hers. He came so long and so hard it felt like he was emptying his soul into her.
He dropped onto her, feeling like a husk of the man who had started the evening with her. A husk, but a satisfied husk. He nuzzled her neck and even after the heart pounding sweaty session they’d just had she still managed to smell fresh, as if she’d just stepped out of the shower.
He rolled off of her and onto his back, breathing hard. He’d worked harder in those… ten minutes (not a personal best) than he had in what felt like a decade.
He looked over at her, she too was breathing heavy, her eyes closed, bare chest heaving. Usually he just got up and took care of his hygiene after a meeting with whoever he was seeing. This time, however, he felt the urge to just lay there. To linger. To talk.
The only thing was, he didn’t know what to say and she seemed content to lay there catching her breath.
“That was…” he began.
“Amazing,” she finished for him. Her eyes opened languidly as she turned toward him, rolling onto her side, a hand coming up to rest on his chest.
Her smile did something to him on the inside, he wanted to pull her in closer to him. So close that he could crush her into him and never have to let her leave his side again.
He felt like shaking his head, something was wrong with him. Something was wrong with her. She shouldn’t be having this effect on him.
For the thousandth time he wondered if she were fae, or witch, or some other thing that was messing with his emotions magically. But he’d had her researched and she didn’t even have a touch of supernatural in her. Nowhere in her known family history was she touched by anything other than full blooded human.
That in itself was amazing and hard to come by. But maybe that was the thing that made him find her so alluring. Maybe that was why she was such an amazing example of humanity, because her bloodline was pure.
He thought about the kinds of children they could make together. If he told her about himself and she agreed to alter herself too, they could be the first couple, the Adam and Eve of a new species. A species that could move faster, run further. A species that could see like an eagle and calculate faster than a computer. A species that could truly change the world as they knew it.
That was after he got rid of all of the supernatural trash that was cluttering up the world, at least. Then the pure humans that remained, who he found worthy, could undergo the same gene therapy that he had undergone to become what he was. The same gene therapy that he was going to offer to Ola.
She was twirling a finger in lazy circles around his stomach, her head laying on his shoulder. She felt just right, like she was made to fit in the crook of his arm.
Reluctantly he moved, sitting on the edge of the bed. “Ola,” he liked saying her name, like how it flowed off his tongue. “Would you like a glass of wine?”
“Mmmmm, yes please. That would be perfect.”
Good, they had a lot to talk about. It was going to be a long story, the one he had to tell her. The beginning of a new species and the end of the world as everyone knew it. It was their story of Genesis, how could it be anything but a long story.