Whispers of the Diamond: A Romance of Memory and Desire

Chapter 16 - Terra

The moment his lips met mine, my brain exploded in a sea of color. I missed this—his body crushing against mine. My hands slid under his shirt, exploring his toned body. God, he'd toned up since I was last near him. All that work as a Hunter had built him for combat. His muscles rippled as he worked off my clothes.

God, I should stop him. End this now. The reality is I didn't want to. I needed him more than I ever dared admit, and the fact that this—between us—was as forbidden as it could get only intensified the moment. The windows being blacked out made me very grateful, as his fingers slipped into me easily, extracting a low, deep moan.

"Fuuuuck, baby! Yes!" I whimpered on laboured breaths. It really was unfair how quickly I folded for him, the moment he touched me I didn't care.

"So tell me," his words snapped through the haze. God, that tone, that voice—the way he took control from me. "Remind me who this belongs to?" His hand slapped against my soaked pussy. My legs tensed before he slapped again. His impatience was what I loved.

"Yours, sir," I finally replied. Again he slapped me, and my brain exploded. A wash of colours appeared behind my eyes as the orgasm ripped through me with such power that my whole body shuddered. As it passed, all I could do was lay on the back seat, trembling. Fuck, I'd forgotten how perfect it was between us. He read my body with such ease, as if we had had no time apart.

His fingers snaked their way inside, gently curling as he hit that sweet spot just inside. Already tender from the last, I rapidly climbed to another, my back arching as a scream threatened to rip from my throat. His hand covered my mouth, and I screamed into his hand. There was no question now who was in control. My body shuddered as my heated cunt clamped around his fingers. He didn't relent and soon sent me into another orgasm.

He sat back as my body shuddered and my brain fought to grasp reality. I couldn't believe that even after fifty years, sex was as good in this moment as it had ever been. Alex had been the one man who never took more than I gave, whose attention was always on me. Even now, amidst the chaos, this was about reminding me.

"How are you doing down there?" His voice cut through the haze.

"Mhm," I mumbled.

I sat slowly, my eyes struggling to find sense before settling on him. As usual, he looked like the cat that got the cream.

"Pleased with yourself?"

"Might be," he replied. His voice, the way he was just so sure of himself—I mean, he had a right to be. He'd made me come three times and had barely broken a sweat after saving my life.

I turned myself into his lap, wrestling with his combat pants and the heavy belt, unbuttoning them. I needed what was inside, needed him in me, to taste him, to be reminded of the man I loved.

The zipper was down, and he pushed free of his pants. I pulled at his boxers to unleash his thick manhood, wrapping my hand around him and eliciting a low growl. That dangerous tone excited me. Moments later, my mouth was wrapped around his thick length. I started slow at first; it had been some time since I'd even attempted oral. A few quickies here and there were barely worth remembering.

I pushed down, forcing him into the back of my throat, feeling my stomach catch as I hit the back. I was determined to take more and pushed deeper, his hand on the back of my head gently guiding me. It was both control and guidance—something he had mastered with me long ago. I pulled back and gulped down air before sinking down onto him once again.

Finding my rhythm with my hand guiding my mouth, I worked as quickly and as thoroughly as I could. He didn't force me—he could have, but something told me he was lost in the pleasure himself. Now the moans were his, and his body shuddered. I quickened my rhythm, determined to bring him as much pleasure as he had brought me.

It wasn't long before my body couldn't stand the need, and I crawled up to place myself in his lap, sinking down and reaching between us to guide him into my dripping wet cunt. I lowered myself slowly; fuck, I was so tight. It had been so long since he'd been inside me that I didn't care if it took everything I had not to slam down and rip myself in half. I could feel my pussy stretch and resist as I sank down slowly, his hands on my hips helping me down and taking some of the strain so I could focus on taking him.

I planted my hand on his shoulder before beginning to rise and fall, slowly starting to ride that throbbing cock buried inside me. My body rose and fell in rhythm, his hands helping guide my movement as his head lay against my shoulder. I could hear his breath catch each time I sank fully onto him. Without a doubt, Alex was the best lover I had ever had in so many ways. There was a reason I could never not love this man.

His arm locked around my waist, preventing me from riding him, and instead, I had to grind into him, rolling my hips in long motions to ensure every inch of him was inside me. I needed him; I wanted what he was building up to. As Alex maintained an element of control, I didn't care; I was his to do with as he wished in that moment. His breathing grew ragged and broken. We were both so fucking close. I forced my orgasm back, choosing to wait for his. The thought had barely formed when I felt the flood—his cock throbbing inside me sent me tumbling over the edge into my own violent release.

My head dropped to his shoulder as I sat with him still inside me, those last few throbs sending more of him into me. I didn't care; I could smell that familiar scent of us, of him, and as ever, it penetrated me to my very core. I'd missed this; I missed him. Reality was about to come crashing in.