Narcolepsy (A Love Story)

21: Blake

She was going to be the death of me. I'm predicting it right now. It was taking every ounce of willpower I possessed to resist her, and I think I had to borrow some from the aether.

She was on her knees on the bed, completely naked, holding the coil of sash in her lap. Besides her arm, I could see a few other tattoos that I wanted to explore, plus the whole boobs/pussy/ass triumvirate. Her hair was all over the place, a wild tangle of hot pink — and I could now make out purple on the layers underneath — hitting her perfect shoulders with that place by her neck that I couldn't seem to stop biting (and apparently left a faint bruise). But her face... luminous eyes, pouty lips, flushed cheeks, and an expression I couldn't identify but it made me feel amazing.

My hands tilted her face up towards me, my fingers tangling in her hair, and it was all too much. I'm a strong man but not that strong. I dipped my head down and kissed her on the mouth. And kissed her.

And kissed her.

Her lips opened up to me, her tongue as frantic as mine to taste, touch, feel. Her hands crept up to my shirt, tugging on it, pulling me towards her, but I knew if even one knee touched that bed, we wouldn't leave it for the next three days. I kissed her as thoroughly and completely as I could, ripples of electricity flowing over me and my stomach flipping around like I was on a rollercoaster, and it wasn't going to be enough. I knew then that it would never be enough. I was going to need to kiss her like I needed food or water, it was the sustenance of my life now.

It was more important than ever to lock this shit down. I needed my ring on her finger, I needed her to have my name. I needed her flat, soft little belly to be filled up and swollen with my babies. It was primitive, it was uncivilized, and I wasn't going to fight it. Not one bit.

I wrenched my mouth away from hers and took a step back. My voice was harsh and rough when I said "Abby, I can't fight my impulses and yours, you gotta help me out here. We need to make this flight, I need to be married to you and buried inside you as soon as fucking possible. Please," I actually begged, taking another step back, "please get up and put some clothes on before I get brain damage because all my blood is permanently lodged in my dick."

She nodded, and I turned and fled the room before the lack of oxygen let the cock-monster stage a coup and take over. He'd been trying for over a decade, and this was the closest he'd come to assuming command in a permanent way. And a big part of me wanted him to, as long as we had Abby.