A tasty tidbit from Halfborn

I was speechless, he was crying and I was utterly speechless. I hadn’t known it meant so much to him. What had I done to him by ignoring what he wanted, needed?

His arms were instantly around me. His mouth on mine. My leg hooked around his waist but I didn’t remember putting it there. He sat up, my leg was still in place and I came up with him. His legs went down the side of the bed, his feet planted on the floor. His hands were on my hips slowly raising and lowering me onto the renewed firm, hard flesh of his shaft. He sped the movements of his arms and the bottoms of my thighs began to make harder contact with the tops of his, causing a loud smacking noise. I was close to yet another release, still sensitive from our session not long before but more than just that. I didn’t know if it was his size or if he was extremely experienced with his equipment, maybe both, but he was good.

My thighs tightened around his waist, my back arched slightly and I threw my head back. That’s when I felt it. We weren’t alone. I sensed someone close and, I was certain, it wasn’t entirely human. The orgasm ripped through my body, even as I tried to hold it at bay.

“Oh. My. God.” I screamed half in pleasure, half in horror. When I was able to bring my head forward my eyes locked with black reflections of my own staring in the window behind Marshall’s back.

Marshall missed the horror that was in my voice and the fear running through my body. His arms worked harder to speed the already quick pace. My cry had excited him further.

I tried to get his attention by whispering his name. He thought I was still in the holds of ecstasy and only responded to my failed attempts by moaning. “Oh, Coral. Oh, Coral. I love you, more than anything. Anything!”

It was cute but not the time for it. I wondered what he’d do if I pinched him but thought better of it. He is stronger than I am. My eyes stayed locked with the stranger, a female I was almost positive. They didn’t appear to be going anywhere. I’d let Marshall finish and I guess let them watch. What was I going to be able to do? Should I enjoy myself? Probably not, I wanted to keep my eye on them, no matter how bouncy my vision was.

Marshall’s arms started to slow and I wasn’t sure if not enjoying myself was an option. He moved my hips in slow circles. I moaned but forced my eyes to stay open and forward. His mouth clamped over my breast. His speed alternated every few seconds; fast, slow, fast, slow. He was close. I seen him glance up at me from the corner of my eye, he seemed displeased that I wasn’t watching him. He sank his teeth into the soft tissue of my breast and began sucking. I was horrified by the stranger watching, distraught by the fact Marshall just bit me and slammed instantly through ecstasy’s front door. I couldn’t hold eye contact with the person at the window anymore. I didn’t know what would happen when I closed my eyes but at that moment I didn’t care either.

My head went back; a primitive sound started in my gut and rose up my throat breaking through my lips, parting them. It wasn’t a moan or a scream but something more simple and built from pure pleasure. Marshall slammed my hips down, hard. He managed to penetrate me as deep as possible. He circled my hips clockwise and did the same with his. All the while still latched to my breast, sucking. The noise coming from my mouth grew louder and I leaned forward finding the fleshy part on his shoulder to quiet it. My teeth sank into his skin with little effort making his blood flow into my mouth. It was thicker than human blood and flavored different but had a certain power, almost electric. He rammed my hips down on him three more times. I wiggled on him, forcing his phallus deeper into me. He moaned long and deep but muffled by my breast. I slid my teeth from the flesh of his shoulder and licked the blood from around the wound as he did the same with my breast. He fell backwards with his eyes closed. I fell on him and started licking at the blood that had dropped from his chin onto his chest. Then I remembered our peeping tom. I looked up and they were still there, smiling. I was right by thinking it was a woman and by the look on her face she appeared to enjoy the show.

“Marshall?” I breathed so low I could barely hear it.

“Huh? Yeah.” His hand came up to stroke my hair.

“Someone’s been watching us.” Still just a breath. I wondered if she could hear me.

Marshall’s eyes flew open and he followed my gaze. The woman, who’d just been smiling, looked at Marshall and horror filled her face.

“She’s just like you, Coral. The pattern in her eyes is the same as yours.” Happiness flowed through his voice and he smiled at her.

She turned with a blur. “Wait! I need to talk to you!” I shouted.

Marshall moved quickly. He threw a pair of shorts and a t-shirt at me and then pulled on his jeans. I was dressed when he turned to me, “Go, I’ll lock the door. I’m faster than you. Hurry she has a head start, I’ll catch up. I don’t want to scare her but she’s what we’ve been looking for and we can’t let her get away. Go!”

I ran as if my life depended on it.