The House in the Lake

A Thousand Suns

A/N: The book is under "mature content" anyway, but I think I should say it here, too. This chapter is mature content, so, you've been warned!

I grab him and turn him around, laying him on the couch, and I start kissing him again and again and again. Fuck the thunder! Who gives a shit for the storm? Let it roar as much as it wants. I want to keep on kissing him – kissing him much more than I've ever kissed him before. I want to make love with him, the way I haven't ever given myself to him before.

He seems to be surprised, maybe even shocked, but he returns my kisses, just as passionately.

"You, fucking bastard!" I say after a while, looking deep in his eyes, and my grin reaches my ears. "You are so going to regret it!!!"

"I... I don't know what I'm going to regret, but I think I'm looking forward to regretting it!" He kisses me and locks my waist in his arms, squeezing me on him.

I giggle. "Well, you should! Or... I hope you do." Yes, I'm in an ecstatic mood right now, but, as you see, my lack of confidence managed to barge in for a moment. But! I am going to do everything I can to give him the best time ever!

I stand up and stretch my arm to him. "Come with me."

He takes it and rises, too. And he follows me to my room. I remove my trousers and take him into my hug. He is still at a loss – he had simply been watching me, not knowing what he should do. And I find this so very cute!

He is always composed and secure and confident. He always is one step ahead of me. But now, he looks at me – so innocently, so adoringly, but – not knowing what's going on.

I start kissing him, passionately. Lustfully. I hold him tightly against me, waiting for him to return the hugging. He does. And only then do I release my hold and push his trousers down. He lets them fall on the floor and removes them, without stopping the kiss. I grab his perfect ass and pull him closer.

Without relaxing my hold, without him loosening his hold on me, I lead him to the bed and I lay him on it. Our tongues haven't lost contact with each other's, not even for a moment. Our eyes have never left the other's eyes. My mind has not stopped screaming to him, "I love you!" And he shines brighter than ever before!

I don't know for how long we were kissing like this. It could have been for a few centuries, or for a few seconds. I feel as if my whole life is this kiss and I feel like it lasted for a moment and no more.

I simply can't have enough of it!

But kissing is not why I brought him here. I want to make love with him with my all. So, I move a little lower and start licking and kissing his neck. He screams and moans and grabs my head, bringing my lips to his to kiss me again.

When his grip loosens a bit, I move down, once more. I lick his neck, again. I want to hear his moaning, again! But I won't stop. So I clench his arms firmly on the bed, at the same time. He fights back, but he lets me win. I bite him teasingly and he screams. Lustfully.

He stops resisting. He is mine, now, to do with him as I please. I smile to myself knowing he has no idea what I'm preparing him for.

My tongue trails down his throat and the midline of his chest, until I reach his nipple level. I tease the one with my fingers, while I bite and suck the other. He hasn't stopped moaning and screaming all this time, so I know I'm doing a good enough job.

My hand leaves his nipple to cradle his hard on. My tongue searches for his navel. It finds it. I play with it for a little while and, at the same time, I gently and softly stroke his cock.