Whispers of the Diamond: A Romance of Memory and Desire

Chapter 21 - Alex

I felt the intensity of our connection, but more than that, I could feel the heat of her body pressed against mine. We were deeply immersed in the moment as I slid my hands beneath her top, exploring the supple, soft flesh of her spine. Her breath caught for a moment as she rested her head on my shoulder, her hips rolling just enough to tease the hardness beneath my jeans.

"Fuck," I muttered, my eyes half-closed as my body responded instinctively. I knew what she was asking—this was as much about teasing and luring me as it was about the physical connection. We'd have sex, and I'd fall into her embrace. The truth was, I was past the point of questioning which side I was on. I was on hers, not the resistance or the Transcontinental Government. I was on the side of love, with the woman I loved without question.

My arm tightened around her waist, pulling her closer as I groaned aloud, unable to stifle the sound of my pleasure. She rolled her hips again, and this time I felt her push down against me, the heat of her against my straining cock almost overwhelming.

"You know you want it," she breathed against my ear, her kisses trailing along my neck and shoulder. I couldn't remember a time when Terra hadn't been so forward. It made me wonder about the things she'd experienced over the years. I was certain, unlike me, she'd been with others, but right now, none of that mattered.

I grabbed her hips, forcing her back up onto the desk. My size and strength now played to my advantage as I forced her back. I pulled my flick blade and without any warning cut through the thin fabric of her underwear. I had one thing in mind in this moment. She laid back, her body stretching back across the table. Pulling her to the edge before folding her legs into her chest, burying my head between her legs. My tongue quickly found her clit, drawing a cry from her. I knew here, no one could hear her scream, a theory we tested fifty years ago.

Her body twisted and arched, her moans filling the room, perhaps the whole building as my tongue lapped at her. God, I'd forgotten how good she tasted. And how desperate I became to hear those whimpers and moans, to hear how her breath would catch each time her body climbed that little bit higher. The scratch of her nails biting into the desk.

"FUCK! Yes! Baby, please..." Her words tumbled out with no cohesion as her body raced toward release, slowly easing my fingers into her, rewarded me with another loud groan, "Oh my God, yes!"

Moments later, her body tumbled over the edge, her pussy clamping around my fingers as her body convulsed, experiencing violent waves of pleasure tearing through her. Her back flattened as she lay trembling, slowly I extracted my fingers and leaned over her, pressing them against her lips as my tongue swirled and flicked, cleaning her from me. Slowly suckling then before I pulled them away.

"Such a good girl," I smiled.

"Yes, sir," she replied instinctively. Her eyes lifted to meet mine, her chest rising and falling rapidly as she tried to compose herself. I suspected she wanted to regain the control I'd just so easily taken from her.

She watched me, her eyes full of curiosity as I returned my hand to her thigh, trailing my fingers lightly along her flesh, causing goosebumps to ripple across her skin. I traced down her inner thigh, then moved my fingers over her hips and up her stomach, keeping my eyes locked on hers. Her breath caught as my touch barely there, feather-light, traced circles upon her stomach.

I knew Terra's body intimately, in ways most guys would never pick up on. It's one of the things I enjoyed most— how perfectly in tune with each other we were. I knew her body as well as anyone ever could, but in reality, the reverse was also true.

I circled the desk, tipping her head back, unzipping myself as she stared up with a wicked smile. I returned the grin and pushed myself down her throat, closing my hand over her throat to feel the bulge. Slowly easing back then thrusting forward, Terra caught her breath, her stomach lurching for a moment before I pulled back. Finding a rhythm as I plunged into her throat over the edge of the desk now.

My hand gripped her throat, every few minutes I pulled free, allowing her precious air before plunging back down her throat. Her eyes watered as the thickness stretched her throat, and she finally turned and slid from the desk to her knees, resuming her work on me. Her hand led her mouth with each stroke.

She eased back, staring up at me with soft, desire-filled eyes.

"Are you going to fuck me?" She asked, her chest rose and fell rapidly, her eyes blazing with the desire that ran deep between us both. I'm sure the same desire was reflected within my own.

I leaned down, helping her to her feet, and kissed her deeply. The passion between us flowed before my hand caught her wrist, pinning it behind her back. Then, I captured her left wrist, holding both with one hand, before reaching for my cuffs and the solid click of them. She stared at me in shock, and smirked, leaning in to kiss her neck.

"Don't worry, baby. This is just foreplay," I reached her legs now, sliding my fingers in deep. Her breath hitched, and she moaned as I began to work my fingers inside her, curling them and using a slow, come-hither motion. Soon, her thighs trembled as she fought to stay stood.

"Please Sir, may I cum?" She whimpered on hitched breaths. I could feel her pussy twitch and tighten around my invading fingers. I kissed her neck once more.

"Cum for me," I said, and her entire body collapsed against me, my arm locking to hold her up. She cried out once more.