This time, when I laid her down, I made sure I didn’t fuck her.

I made sure we were making love.

She wasn’t crying anymore, but I could still taste the salt on her lips. On her back, she moaned, let me undress her piece by piece. Her breasts, each perfect handful, were warm in my palms, her nipples taut and needy. When she pulled at my shirt, whimpering, I let her take it off, but then I was right back where I belonged. On top of her, my lips on her lips, my tongue in her mouth, my hands on her body.

I cupped her breasts, holding them from their sides, rolling my thumbs over her nipples until her lips protested against mine. I tasted her cheeks, slipped down to her chin. She was all mine. She wasn’t leaving. Not tonight, at least. I wouldn’t let her. Wouldn’t let her go.

When my mouth finally found her chest, I brought one hand to her hair and held it tight. My mouth closed over one nipple. Her cry of pleasure had me fevered, and I sucked hard, feasting on her - each breast in turn. She was a buffet of pleasure, and I wanted to sample everything. There wasn’t an inch of flesh I didn’t want to taste. I could smell her growing arousal, and I could hear it in the panting breath that forced her chest to flutter. Wrapping her thighs around my waist, she felt so hot it could have burned me. If I wasn’t burning just as hot in return.

“Rev,” she whimpered. “The way you touch me…”

“I know, baby,” I said, moving lower now, brushing my lips down the tight slope of her stomach, dipping into her bellybutton, my hands running like water down her sides. I could feel her muscles under her skin, that’s how deeply I searched her body. Straining and tensing with each writhing thrust of her hips.

I was so fucking hard, it hurt, waiting to pierce her. But first I wanted to taste her. I wanted to catch her pleasure on my tongue. She was rain, my mouth was a desert. The thin curls above her mound were fragrant with arousal, tickled my cheeks, I rubbed my face in them, savoring the sensation. This. Here. A woman. My woman. Her sex, opening for me, waiting for me to bring it to life.

“Please,” she moaned, hands tracing my scalp, unwilling to push but insistent all the same. Two fingers between her lips and I groaned. She was so wet. A thin, sweet stream of desire. I brought my fingers to my lips and sucked them clean, watching her from my vantage point between her thighs. Her brown hair was melted chocolate spreading on the sheets, her breasts two mountains with a valley between them, her face turned up to the ceiling in sweet anticipation.

I grabbed her thighs, pulled them apart, and watched her lips glisten. Slowly, I reached forward, and traced one lip with the tip of my tongue. Her body jerked. The other side begged for the same treatment. Her heat against my face turned that shitty motel room into an island paradise; an exotic jungle, fragrant with flowers, demanding to be explored.

And there was the rarest fruit; my tongue traced her hood, barely touching her clit. She bucked and screamed my name, her hands demanding more, pulling my face against her. I couldn’t tease her anymore, not if I wanted us both to keep our sanity. I needed to make her come.

My tongue swathed and circled her clit, rounding it again and again, flicking it until it was swollen and hard between my lips. She gasped and squirmed, grabbed at her chest to play with her breasts. Her thighs were slowly tightening around my head, a vise. Her stomach trembled. I wanted her to explode. I slid my fingers inside her, found the deepest well of her pleasure, and stroked it. My tongue wrapped around her clit, nudging it hard, pressing until her body went stiff.

“Rev.”

She could barely breathe my name before she came. Twitching, gushing, toes curling and clit shaking. She came like a star being born. I drank her up, sliding my tongue into her slit and letting it pulse and tighten around me. I wanted to feel everything. Every ounce of pleasure I’d given her. I never wanted her to stop coming.

But my cock had other ideas.

No sooner did she begin to still, panting as she relaxed into the bedsheets, than I crawled up her body. My cock was angry at having to wait so long before being buried inside her. I grabbed her hands, pulled them over her head, stretching her long body even longer. Chin raised, she found my eyes and invited me inside.

With a groan, I sank into her. Felt her pussy envelope me, hot and wet and still ready to be pleased. I sank and sank until there was no space between us, until I was pressed against her deepest depths, until she was groaning and clenching around me.

I bit down on her neck, just enough for her to feel me claiming her. And started thrusting. I tried to go slow. Really, I did. But she was so good. So tight. And her hips pushed me faster. Her breath in my ear pushed me faster. Her voice called me deeper, harder, faster. Each time she said my name, I ground against her, thrusting until she was unable to say anything. Pinned below me, I watched her eyes roll back, watched her lip disappear between her teeth, watched her cheeks go red and her jaw go tight.

“Again,” I whispered. “Come for me again, baby. I want to feel you come.”

“Oh,” she gasped, hips arching off the bed, slamming into me. I dug deeper, until I felt her release. Her pussy clenched around me, then loosened, again and again, the perfect rhythm to set me off. My cum filled her pussy, splashing against her womb, my shaft milked and sucked dry by her climax.

“Yeah, baby,” I moaned, loving her so fucking much, wishing we could just have this moment forever. Wishing someone would kill me right then, buried inside her, so it could be my eternity. All the blessed heat of her rushed against me one more time before she went still. I released her wrists and she brought her hands to frame my face, scratching gently at my stubble.

“Rev,” she said. “We’re too good. They’re going to get us, because we’re too good to exist. The universe won’t allow it.”

“They’ll never get us,” I promised, staying inside her. “Never. I promise, Misty. I’m going to get us out of this. I’m not losing you. You’re mine.”

She wrapped her arms around me, pulled me so close I could feel her heartbeat. Fuck the universe. We were gonna make it. I never once had a reason to live that was half as good as her.