Making Love To Death (One Night With Death) (5 page)

As she tilted her face up to him, his mouth was already
on hers, hungrily ravishing her lips, kissing her like he would
devour her. Her lips parted readily, allowing him to push his tongue
deep in and take her. His large, roving hands kneaded her breasts
through her blouse and bra, before tearing her blouse right off her
shoulders. The ripping sound echoed round her office and she stifled
a cry as he lowered his mouth to her breast. He bit the edge of her
bra down to expose her nipple and kissed the nipple softly before
taking it into his mouth and sucking it hard. Emma's knees weakened
and she gripped his strong shoulders for support.

“
Why? Why have you come back? Why...why haven't
you come back?” she whispered angrily, digging her nails into
his back. “How could you...do you know...”

“
Yes, Emma. I know,” he breathed against
her skin. “I know.”

“
So—now, are you going to fuck me senseless,
and leave me, again?” Emma fisted his short, blond hair and
forced him to look into her eyes.

The black in his eyes darkened until she felt she was
drowning in them. “Yes.”

Emma closed her eyes, forcing herself to breathe. She
felt as if a knife had stabbed deep into her heart and she hissed
through the pain. “Then do it. Fuck me.” She gritted
her teeth. “And please, close the door when you leave. The
window thing gets old after a while.”

His lips quirked up, but the pain never left his eyes.
He lowered her slowly to the floor, his cloak billowing out to
envelope them both. Emma turned her head and blinked, but her office
was gone. They seemed to be suspended in the darkness that was
created from his cloak, the cloak that had fallen from his shoulders
to create a floating void all around them. Emma was on her back,
lying on something solid which she couldn't see. All she saw was
blackness, and the flash of brilliant blue eyes.

“
Look at me, Emma,” Death said. “Just
look at me.”

She blinked at the blue eyes above her, and his face
came into focus. His chiseled features became clearer, and she
reached up to touch his forehead, his sharp, straight nose, his
strong jaw, his curved lips. It was the same boyish, handsome face
she had seen so long ago. A face she had never forgotten.

“
Your eyes...” she began, gazing into those
beautiful blue eyes. They were the exact same shade as her son's
eyes.

“
Shh.” He put a finger to her lips. “No
talk, no tears, no goodbyes. Just...”

“
Just for old times' sake?” she said and
kissed him hard, hoping he wouldn't hear the tremor in her voice.

He wrapped his arms around her, and with a start, she
realized that her clothes had been shed, leaving her completely
naked. She pressed her body against his, relishing the feel of his
hot, bare body against hers. He felt so solid, and powerful, and she
could feel his muscles tautening and flexing as he moved against her.
Why couldn't she have him every night, every day, for the rest of
her life?

Because he was Death, stupid
.

If they could have each other for just this moment, then
she would just have to seize this moment, make it last, make it hurt,
make it good, and then let it go.

“
Emma...” He held her chin and turned her
face to him. She blinked slowly, feeling her long lashes brush
against his cheek. They were surrounded by shifting shadows and
darkness, and yet she could see him clearly—his handsome face,
his beautiful tanned body, his long, muscular limbs, every inch of
him.

Slowly, he lowered his face to her and kissed her, very
gently and tenderly. They took their time, since time was the only
thing they had, the only thing that stood still for them. The kiss
was deep and lingering as they savored the feel and taste of each
other's lips. It was a kiss of forever and a kiss of farewell. A
tear trembled at the corner of Emma's eye but he leaned in and kissed
it away, swallowing the bitter-sweet taste on his tongue.

Breaking away from her lips, Death took a long breath
and closed his eyes like he was in pain. His hands were still
holding her face, and he tilted it up for one last, long kiss before
moving his lips down the length of her body. He kissed down her
shoulders, her chest, around the swell of her breasts, her nipples,
her flat belly and down the inside of each thigh and calf. When he
reached her toes, he sucked every one of her tensed, curled toes
before flipping her onto her front. Emma found herself pressed
against a hard, cold surface that was the same color as the
surrounding blackness. It was like making love in pitch darkness,
except that she could see him in stark clarity. Her nipples became
erect at the sudden chill against her skin. Emma shivered when she
felt Death's hot breath on her back. He was breathing and kissing
down her spine, from her nape to her butt. She braced against the
invisible black surface when he parted her legs and she felt his
tongue dart in between the round globes of her butt. When his tongue
found her hole, her shivering became more intense.

Death continued exploring her with his tongue, pushing
deeper into her hole and making her muscles clench in pleasure. Her
juices were trickling down her thighs and she moaned when he reached
out and started to finger her clit. His probing tongue and fingers
were driving her wild with desire. She pushed her hips up to him,
urging him deeper into her.

With one arm under her belly, he pulled her up and eased
her legs apart. Emma could feel his cock pulsing against her thigh.
She closed her eyes as he rubbed his cock up and down the crack of
her butt. The tip of his cock slid between her folds, and felt her
dripping vagina. “You're so wet,” he whispered.

She swallowed and nodded, her fists clenched to prevent
herself from screaming out. She wanted to feel him inside her, feel
every inch of that beautiful cock deep in her.

“
Breathe,” he commanded. “Breathe
deeply.”

She sucked in a breath, and felt him dip his cock into
her slit. But he didn't push in. He just held still, letting her
squeeze the head of his cock in anticipation and want. His hands
were holding her waist, as he gradually guided himself into her.
Inch by inch, he slid his cock in. Her vagina walls were already
rippling and clenching around him as he entered her. “You're
too tight,” he gritted out.

He was only halfway in, and Emma already felt like her
pussy was stuffed full of his cock. She wanted to take him all in,
but she could feel spasms of pain from the girth and length of his
huge cock.

“
Please...” she gasped.

Without warning, he slammed into her, and she would have
flown forward had he not encircled her waist with his arms. He kept
his hands on her hips as he began to pound into her, and the sound of
his flesh slapping against her buttocks ricocheted around the
darkness.

He pounded his huge cock into her mercilessly,
relentlessly. Emma closed her eyes and felt the pain melt into a
liquid warmth that spread from her hips to the rest of her body. The
more tense she was, the harder he punished her. But once she started
to relax, his strokes slowed and he glided in and out of her smoothly
and gently. He tilted up his hips with each thrust so that his cock
scraped against the roof of her vagina. Emma moaned at the giddy
pleasure, and she pushed back against him, her breasts swinging with
the movement. Her breasts felt heavy with need, aching to be
touched. She could feel him gyrating his hips, massaging every inch
of her pussy with his cock. He fingered her navel with one hand, and
reached down to rub her clit. He continued thrusting steadily into
her while increasing the pressure on her hard, pulsating clit. Emma
lifted one hand to squeeze her own nipple and that was her undoing.
Her orgasm came in a violent, shuddering rush, surging and crashing
over her in a ferocious, hammering wave. Her senses and strength
fled from her as raw pleasure wrecked her body. As she struggled to
catch her breath, she felt strong arms holding her protectively as
she slumped against him.

Death hugged her to him, stroking her arm and kissing
the back of her neck and shoulders. He wasn't moving and she simply
savored the sensation of her pussy clutching insistently at his hard,
still cock. Slowly, he withdrew from her and she whimpered at the
sudden emptiness that she felt. She just couldn't bear the feeling
of them being apart.

Whipping around to face him, Emma kissed him
passionately on the lips then moved her way down his lean body. God,
how she missed this solid, sexy body. She had dreamed and fantasized
about this moment for so long. She could remember how his body
looked and felt, and her memory had been spot on. Every contour,
every muscle, every line and angle was the same. Hungrily, she ran
her lips and her tongue down his chest, while her hand played with
his nipple. She heard him whisper her name as she pulled his erect
nipple into her mouth and bit and sucked it with a singular,
predatory purpose. To give him pain and pleasure, to let him feel
her, and to let her know and remember the taste of him.

She closed her eyes, letting her hot tears sting the
back of her eyelids but refusing to let them spill down her cheeks.
No tears and no goodbyes. Just...this moment.

Emma took her time, committing Death's hot body to the
memory of her lips and trembling fingers. She traced down his waist,
his pelvis and cupped his balls in both her hands. He had shot his
precious seed into her that night and given her a beautiful little
boy. Emma leaned forward and licked the quivering drop of pre-cum
from the head of his cock. She wanted to take him full in her mouth
and swallow every last drop of him. But first, she wanted to play
with him. Make him groan and growl, and beg. Yes, oh yes. She
almost let out a low chuckle. Make Death beg.

Emma ran her nail down the rigid length of his cock
before wrapping her hand around it. Her eyes widened at his girth.
She had known he was big, but holding his enormous cock in her hand
showed her really how huge and long he was. Her pussy began to throb
again with lust, and she could feel herself growing wetter between
her legs. She wanted him again. She could never get enough of him.

Inhaling his manly, musky scent, she opened her mouth
and guided the head of his cock in. She sucked hard and swirled her
tongue around the slit, making him fist her hair as he struggled for
restraint. Her name escaped as a strangled sound from his throat.
She moved to take him deeper into her mouth. He didn't move at all,
for fear of hurting her. He knew his own formidable size, and he
wanted her to take it at her own pace, at her own comfort. His
trembling hands rested on the back of her head, then moved down to
trace the outer shell and lobes of her ears. His fingers caressing
the sensitive flesh of her ears made her tingle and she opened her
mouth wider to suck in more of his rock hard cock.

She began to bob her head, sliding her lips up and
down his raw, powerful manhood. He filled her mouth just like he had
filled her pussy, and she could feel her vagina walls contracting as
she sucked him. Emma flicked her eyes up and saw Death's searing
blue eyes staring down at her. He held her gaze as she continue
doing crazy things to his pulsing cock with her mouth and her tongue.
Almost against his will, he began to move, rocking his hips to push
gently into her mouth. Emma took a deep breath as she felt him push
in deeper. She took him in her throat, but he didn't push in all the
way. He just closed his eyes and slid his cock in and out her mouth
without forcing himself down her throat. And then he pulled out all
the way, leaving Emma gasping for breath.

Before she could protest, he pulled her up by the wrists
and positioned her arms around his neck. She clung on as he lifted
up her legs and cupped her buttocks. She wrapped her legs around his
waist and felt his cock push at her opening. Kissing him, she
lowered herself onto his erect cock and sighed in contentment. This
time he didn't wait. The moment he penetrated her, he began to
thrust hard and viciously. His hands gripped her buttocks and
slapped her body against his. Emma's breasts heaved and bounced, and
her nipples rubbed against his broad chest. The friction and the
force felt so good. She wanted it harder, faster, deeper. With her
hands raking through his blond hair, she pushed his head down to her,
letting him bite and kiss her neck and earlobes.

Looking deep into her eyes, he pressed his forehead to
hers and whispered, “Emma, do you...do you want me?”

Her eyes rounded and her breath hitched. “Y-yes.
Yes, I do.”

He gazed unblinkingly into her eyes, his expression
searching, serious and anxious. “Do you want me...forever?”

Emma let the question sink into her consciousness and
willed her logical, rational mind to wake up from its sex-addled
slumber and get to work. Was he asking what she thought he was
asking? He was Death after all. Was he asking her to die, so that
they could be together in Death, for eternity,
forever
?

What did forever mean to him?

“
What are you asking me?” she managed to
choke out at last.

“
Simply what I am asking. Do you want me
forever?” he said quietly.