Love & death: Feel it all

Need

Bill grabs my lower arm and drags me up the stairs. Before I know it, I'm laying on our bed, feeling like a younger me again. When Bill and I were in less pain. I want more now than I ever have before. I want Tom and Bill and I want my daughter back. I used to want nothing but to stay alive.

The room is dark, only slightly lit up by a small lamp by the bed. This doesn't feel like our bed right now. It feels like his bed.
I take most of my own clothes off and help Bill with his. The shirt is hard to get off because of his arm. But I like hearing his groans. I'm stilo getting used to my new personality. I feel almost ashamed that I like seeing him in pain, but wasn't that the same with Tom?

"Sorry." I apologise even though I'm not actually sorry. I'd cause him more pain if he allowed me to.

"I don't care." Bill mumbles. I already know what I want from him right now. He's already hard. It's been some time since we had sex so I understand. After just waking up he must really need this. And I will give him what he wants, and take what I want.

We switch positions. He's weak and can't hold himself up for lonv. I have to be on top. That's exactly what I wanted. To be in control. It's what I'm good at these days. I don't even care about a condom, I'm too eager. I couldn't care less. The look in his eyes when he looks up and down my naked body is everything.
I lean down and kiss the skin right under his jawline. My ear is so close to his mouth that I can hear his deep breathing. He sounds raspy after sleeping for so long.

I slide one of my hands up his body and tangle my fingers in his dreads. I missed that feeling. It's a comforting feeling that somehow brings me back to who I am. Who I really am.
I arch my back so my stomach is directly against his, skin to skin. I need to feel close to him. I have been craving his touch for what feels like way too long. Now it's all I can think about.

My hand clenches into a fist, gribbing his dreads between my fingers. I pull on them and his head rolls to the side as he groans at the pain. One side of his neck is completely exposed and I kiss the soft skin, enjoying the shooting pleasure from my lips and down my body every time I touch his skin. I could eat him if it didn't kill him.

His hands slide from my thighs and up my body until he reaches my waist. He presses his finger tips into my skin with all his strength which still isn't nearly as much as usual.
I can't drag out my own pleasure any longer, I'll loose control and bite him. I know I will.

I lift my body and angle towards his dick. I almost forgot what it looks like. As I sit down, the familiar feeling almost makes me want to cry. I missed him so much and now I can feel him again. An otherworldly feeling.
I can feel all of the veins on his cock inside me when there isn't a condom. He gasps the second my insides touch the tip of his dick. The noise echos in my head, repeating over and over, giving me more pleasure than I thought it would.

"Please..." Bill moans as he tightens the grip he holds on my hips. I know what he needs. I lift my body in an upwards angle and sit back down. I watch his face change completely. It's a face I've missed so much. The way the skin between his eyebrows wrinkle and his eyes close halfway as he fights to keep them open, just so he can look at me. His mouth halfway open.
I lean down and grab his bottom lip between mine. He shoots his head up from the pillow, meeting my kiss as if it's the first time we're kissing. I can feel the vibrations of his moans in my mouth as I keep moving on his dick. Up and down, angled up.
Unexpectedly, the tip of his dick higs a spot inside me that I'd been searching for. I almost stop moving completely when all the muscles in my stomach contracts. My mouth opens letting go of Bill's lips, but he grabs mine instead.

I can feel my face changing just like Bill's, and I keep moving on him. His palms against my skin get warmer and sweatier.

"Fuck... I love you, Scar." Bill moans. I feel his warm breath as he says that against my ear. Without being able to control it, I moan when the reaction in my body collides with the feeling of his dick inside me.

"Keep moaning baby... don't hold back." He says against my ear, and I feel the same reaction. I start moving my body faster. A jolt in my lower stomach moves me further sitting up. As I do, I feel his dick touching a new and more pleasureful place inside me. I sit all the way up, hoping that his dick will drive me to climax. And it does.

"Ah! Fuck..." I whimper and dig my nails into his chest. I can't keep my eyes open. I let my head fall back as I keep riding him until I get what I need.

"Keep going baby..." Bill whimpers under me. His grip on my thighs are just as tight as my grip on his chest, if not tighter.

I listen to his noises and my own, disconnecting from the world and only thinking about him and me. Only pleasure.
I feel the orgasm and keep going just a little longer to drag it out, until I feel my body completely relaxing. Once I've stopped moving on him, I can feel his cum inside me. Good. I was a little worried that I thought too much about myself.

"I love you, Bill. So much." I mumble, lifting myself off of his dick and laying down chest go chest on him. I haven't felt so happy and relaxed since I fucked Tom. And that ended more in shame than happiness. This is more than I wanted. This moment is everything. It's what I live for.

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