Dahlia Mountain

Goddesss

Nathan and I had each started a new journal, not necessarily written for the other person but definitely with the understanding that the other would be reading it. It had become a sort of obsession for each of us. The first time I read a poem devoted to the fierceness of his love for me in his I cried so hard he worried over me all day. The last week or so though my journal had just increasingly become incredibly detailed descriptions of times I had broken for Nathan. Let's be honest. It was straight pornography. Stirring all of those memories up in myself had exactly the effect I was hoping for. I had been nearly salivating over his every movement for days now. I was picking up our books and journals and returning them to their shelves when I couldn't find mine. Ha, I hoped Nathan was reading it. I tiptoed up the stairs and peeked into our bedroom to find it empty before heading down the hall. I paused quietly just outside the closed bathroom door to hear the sounds of ragged breathing from within. A needy moan had me backed up against the door my hand working it's way into my pants as I listened to his panting increase from the other side of the door. I knew exactly what his face would look like at this point in his pleasure and it had me fingering myself faster with need. It was the moan accompanying the words "oh yes, fuck... Josephine" from within that drew my own answering moan from my throat. The bathroom door flew open and I fell backwards into the room hitting Nathan's chest at the same time his massive hand snaked around my throat and I was being lifted and thrown hard onto the bathroom vanity my back hitting the mirror as I heard the glass crack. "Bad luck" I choked out wasting what precious little air I had as his fingers tightened instead of loosening. "We're immune to that, little petal" Nathan near snarled into my ear. "We've had our whole lifetime's run of bad luck all in one go." My vision was going gray around the edges and I didn't need the cracked mirror behind me to know that my face was turning cherry pink as I suffocated under Nathan's grip. I could feel my heartbeat like a drum pounding in my sex as I soaked my panties for him. If he would just let me have one breath I would use it to beg him to touch me. Nathan's other hand still held my open journal and for a moment I was distracted by an overwhelming desire to know what page he was on. What memory had awakened this beast? He dropped the journal then though and brought his face down level with mine. I couldn't pull him firmly into focus, my vision starting to slip entirely now. Nathan loosened his grip the smallest amount and said "Petal you just say RED if you aren't ready. I'm not going to try to fuck you but I really need to eat your pussy right now. I need my face buried in the taste and smell of you." He loosened his grip enough then that I could pull fiery gasps of air in but instead of wasting my precious air on answering him I busied my hands with undoing my pants. As soon as Nathan saw what I was doing he dropped his hand from my throat and was yanking my pants and panties roughly from my body. My shirt followed. Then his hand was back around my throat pushing me roughly backwards, the broken shards of the mirror now cutting into the naked flesh of my back. That small pain combined with the sudden loss of air had me choking out "Nathan! Touch me! Now!" And he was on his knees, face buried in me. He closed his mouth around the center of my pleasure and fireworks instantly went off throughout my body. I wanted his fingers in me but his left hand was around my throat and his right was back to working himself. I wouldn't give up either of those things so I would have to be content with coming on his tongue over and over. He would be inside me later. He pulled the pleasure from my body over and over, only occasionally offering me air as I came and came again in a half delirious state fading in and out of focus. The pleasure more intense with each orgasm as my body fought the panic of suffocation. It didn't matter that I knew without question that I was safe in those hands, the brain will always panic when faced with death, and it was absolute divinity. Finally as I felt myself fading to black one last time Nathan dropped his hand from my throat and stood to his feet, lust and pleasure clouding his perfect features. He placed the head of his cock right at the entrance to my pussy coming inside me, a deep rumbling moan tearing from his throat. I could feel the heat of him still filling me as he bent over me shaking and panting. As his breathing returned to normal he pulled himself off of my body raising my chin and holding my gaze, love and reverence pouring from his eyes. "Oh Josephine, my goddess. As soon as you are ready I am going to unmake you. It won't be breaking you this time. It will be like you never were. Like you never existed. You'll never be able to put yourself back together after what I'm going to do to you." Nathan's promise sent shivers up my spine. I was ready. We had six months of passion and pain to make up for and it seemed as if my Mountain had plans to play that catch up all in one go. I hummed out my agreement and curled myself into his chest as he placed tender kisses against my hair.