Ivy Sparks
Nathan considers this new piece of information for a moment, looking hard at me. “This changes my feelings on your offer,” he says.
“It’s not an offer, Nathan. Consider it a demand.”
“Best I not think of it that way. Please be mindful to always watch your use of words around me.”
“Then give me something more productive to do with my mouth than talk,” I say.
“If you insist,” Nathan says.
He steps closer to me, runs one hand around to the back of my neck and grabs a handful of my hair. I expect him to pull me into a kiss, but instead, he puts his other hand on my shoulder, and makes it very clear that he wants me down on my knees. As I sink down in front of him, it is very clear that in the blink of an eye, all of his clothes have vanished. “Be careful what you demand,” he says. “I just might give it to you.”
Just as quickly, where I was feeling Nathan’s hand on my shoulder through the fabric of my hoodie, suddenly it is just bare skin on bare skin. And his touch is hot. Fiercely hot. As long as I’ve known Nathan, he’s always felt like he was running a mild fever, but now, he’s burning up in a most delicious way.
In the time I’d spent with Ben, touching him, when he’d fed his body would be warm to the touch, even hot the first time we’d been intimate together, but it was a very different kind of heat, seeming to come from within him, from under his skin which was always dry to the touch.
Nathan’s fire is all-encompassing, it seems like he actually heats the air around him, as if he is giving me that heat wherever his skin touches mine. My shoulder, where he is gently pushing me down, feels warm all the way down to the bone. After two weeks with Ben as a lover, and looking forward to Carl, I am ecstatic that I decided to take Nathan at least once, and that he accepted. And with that, I realize it is time to put my thoughts of those two other men completely out of my mind. If I will only have Nathan once, this moment needs to be completely about him.
I blink and give my head a little shake as a final, physical commitment to clearing my mind of those distractions.
“Good girl,” I hear Nathan say, with a little bit of a twist of the handful of hair he has. His left hand leaves my shoulder, and he takes a hold of his semi-erect member. Even at just half-mast, there is an almost intimidating size to it. As he pulls my face closer, I have no doubt in my mind what he intends, and how this is going to go. I offered my body to Nathan, and now he is going to take it, and it appears he has no intention of being a gentleman about it. And I decide I am going to give it to him, however he wants it.
As I open my mouth to take him in, I remind myself that he is bound to cause me no harm, and wonder where exactly the lines lie between harm, pain, and pleasure. The soreness in my jaw from opening up to accommodate him, the pressure at the back of my throat as he presses on the back of my head and pushes forward make it clear that I’m about to start learning.
Nathan holds me still, keeping himself deep in my mouth. I can feel his pulse with my tongue, and with every beat of his heart, he becomes larger, harder, and hotter. I finally have to put both hands on his hips and push myself back so I can take a breath. Between my excitement, a little bit of apprehension and fear at how assertive he is being, and just his size, I find myself panting. I look up at Nathan’s face, and see that he is determined, but he is also watching carefully the look on my face, looking into my eyes, watching me breathe. I realize that he may not be acting like a gentleman right now, but that he has no intention of mistreating me. This goes beyond his obligation to not harm me, I can see that he is also carefully watching my reactions to push me beyond what I’d be comfortable giving. I see in his eyes a promise to drag me right up to the limits of what I can and will endure, but to not cross them.
I nod my head to let him know I’m ready to continue, and before I know it, my mouth is wrapped around him again and I can barely breathe. I have heard of the trick of wrapping a hand around the shaft and stroking, to give the man sensation along his entire length, so he is not as driven to penetrate so deep into your mouth. It seems to work. The pressure at the back of my throat decreases, his hand at the back of my neck does not push as hard. Soon, we seem to wordlessly negotiate a rhythm, as I learn how to synchronize the work of my hand and my mouth. A few times, he even lets me back off entirely to catch my breath, and as long as I continue to stroke, he doesn’t put himself back into my mouth right away.
I put my free hand on the joint where the front of his thigh and his body meet. His hot skin is slightly slick with a fine patina a sweat. He adjusts his footing, to where he is standing square in front of me, solidly planted on the ground. I start to hear him moaning, and his hand on the back of my hand gets more insistent, upping he pace, starting to push deep again. I know what is about to happen, and I don’t want it to. There is another part of me that desperately wants to embrace what I have in my mouth, to pleasure it, to take in what he is about to give me, but he tightens his grip on my hair, puts his hand back on my shoulder to keep me on my knees. I take both hands and put them on his hips, and start to push away. At that cue, his hands relax their hold on me. I can tell by the way his hips are undulating, by his breathing, by a quiver in his legs that he is right on the very verge. But instead of forcing me, I feel him forcing his own body to relax, to back away from the moment of climax, to offer me the chance to do something else.
On the one hand, I am dying to have him inside of me, aching for it. On the other, I did offer myself to him, and I did decide, when I saw that he was going to take me, to give him whatever he wanted. He does not know I made that promise to myself, but I know it is a bad idea to ever go back on your end of a promise where a demon is involved. I pull my mouth off so I can take a quick, deep breath. “Finish it,” I say, before I wrap my lips around him again, and suck hard to take as much of him in as I possibly can. Permission given, Nathan pushes himself deep into my mouth again almost, but not quite, to the point that I choke. He makes a dozen slow but very insistent thrusts, his thighs quacking, his hand twisting my hair painfully, a deep grunt of pleasure coming from his throat. As I feel him start to pump, I brace myself, wondering what it will be like to take a man’s climax in my mouth, especially one so strong from a man as endowed as Nathan. But he pulls out at the last moment, and mercifully spills the massive dose of hot fluid on my breasts.
I am curious about what it might have been like, so I run my fingertip through it and taste it. It is strong and bitter, thick and a little salty. I know of nothing else in the world that tastes like it, and I wonder if a man’s seed is really that strange compared to any other flavor, or if Nathan’s being a demon has something to do with it.
Using the hand that is still in my hair, he pulls me up to my feet, pulls me against him, and starts to kiss me deeply. The light, fine hair on his chest feels strange as it is slick with his sweat, as he presses it into the mess he left on my chest. He reaches his free hand around to take a firm handful of my bottom, kneading it, interjecting one of his thighs between mine to open them up.
I can’t help but grind myself against his firm and muscular thigh. I resign myself to taking my pleasure that way, when I realize that he is still rock hard and standing tall. I break the kiss to look at him while I take it in my hand.
Nathan smiles and says, “You certainly did not think that was all, did you?”
“I had no idea,” I say.
“It pleases me greatly that you chose to submit to my will that way. Let me reward you,” he says. For the first time since I told him to take me, he takes his hand out of my hair. He runs it down my back, dragging his nails hard across my skin until that hand starts to squeeze and knead my cheeks. For my part, I keep stroking him, savoring the anticipation of having that glorious part of him up inside of me.
He takes his right hand off of my backside, and spins me around, so my back is up against him. He licks his fingers, and bends his knees a bit so he can reach down between my legs. For as forceful as he has been up until now, his fingers are surprisingly gentle as he parts my lower lips and seeks out the warm wetness inside of me. I feel his fingers dance and he brings his head down, to put his ear next to my mouth. I am barely aware that he is carefully listening to my breath and my voice as he explores.
He finds a certain spot inside of me that makes my breath catch, and I shudder as I inhale. My knees go weak and he shifts to hold me while he rubs his fingers rapidly on that spot until mighty waves of pleasure burst through me. I think I may even black out for a moment at the height of the orgasm, because the next thing I know, I am facing him, and he’s picking me up. I instinctively wrap my arms and legs around him, because I need some solid anchor in the world while I come down from that climax.
It doesn’t take me long to realize that he still isn’t finished with me, when I feel him lower me down until he is right on the verge of entering me. I’m not ready yet, so I tighten my grip on him and lift myself up a bit. He seems content for now to simply hold onto me while I take a break to come back fully to the real world. The whole time, I don’t feel even the slightest tremor in his legs while he supports the weight of both of us, no sign that his hold on me is flagging. The simple physical endurance he has, not to mention the fact that his body was still ready to go for another round immediately after his first orgasm makes my head swim again. How would one live with a lover like him? Two days in a relationship with him, and I don’t think I’d be able to ever walk straight again!
I am still aching unbelievably inside for him, though. The fingers were amazing, but most definitely not what I really want from him tonight. I loosen my hold on him and he lets me slowly slide down his body. I take a deep breath in, and as I feel our most intimate parts touch, I let it out slowly, anticipating some discomfort. Fortunately, despite his size, I am so eager to have him in me, so well prepared, physically, by his attentions, that my body accepts him easily. He still fills me entirely, more than I ever thought possible, and I am glad that he waits until I am able to relax around him before he starts moving.
Much like when I had him in my mouth, it takes me a little bit to figure out how to move my body. It seems like it should be easier than it is to coordinate the thighs wrapped around his waist and the arms thrown over his shoulders and over his neck, but the intense sensations shivering up my body seem to throw all of my parts out of synch with each other. He helps greatly by using his own core and his hands, now gripping my upper thighs, to set an easy rhythm for us.
Eventually I get all of my limbs and his working together, and am able to abandon myself to the moment. I climax twice this way, thankful that the night is still somewhat cool, because between the workout I’m getting, and powerful furnace that is Nathan, I need some relief. By this time, I am nearly spent, between the physical exertion and three bone-shaking orgasms. Between our sweat and the gentle scrub his chest scruff rubbing against me, the result of his earlier spill across my breasts has long since washed away.
“Do you have one more in you?” he whispers in my ear.
“You’ll have to carry me to the house,” I say.
Nathan lowers himself to his knees then leans forward, gently lowering me to the ground. The cool earth feels so good on my skin as it starts to slowly draw some of the excess heat out of me. He doesn’t lower his body onto mine, which also helps me cool some, and I find that I have more than enough energy to let him bring me up and over the peak one more time. I spread my arms out wide while he settles himself into a comfortable position to finish up. As when he was in my mouth, he takes up a pace that is slow, but authoritative and firm. His own pleasure starts building steadily as he goes, I can track his trek up to the apex of his own pleasure, and it is easy for me to follow him up. When he makes that final thrust into me, and I hear that entrancing sound come out of his mouth again and I feel his hot seed pour into and overflow my body, it pushes me over the edge as well. His orgasm is way more powerful than the one I have, but I have also had three righteous ones myself. So having this last one be quieter is perfect. It helps bring me down from the intense and flaming high I was on, and I get to watch and experience the pleasure my body is giving to him. It feels much more intimate that way.
As he finally finishes, he relaxes, but still leaves a few inches of space between our chests so the soft breeze can send more cooling air across me. It takes a while, but eventually I start to feel cold as my sweat dries. I pull him close to me, now needing his heat again.
“Thank you,” he tells me, as he settles his weight onto me. “I would have been greatly saddened to have never shared that with you.”
“Same,” is the only word I can manage to get out, as I’m still breathing hard from what he had just done to me. I realize it is hard to think of what just happened as love making. It was certainly intimate and attentive, there was genuine emotion shared between us, but it was so different. Nathan, once I gave myself to him, possessed me. I chuckle a little bit as I think of it that way. I was just possessed by a demon. But it was still very much an act of mutual pleasure and affection, even though he took control and took whatever pleasure he wanted from my body. I let myself feel my emotions as they happen, while Nathan lays on top of me. I have no regrets at having given my body to him for his use, and in fact, think that this lesson in another way that sex can be had will serve me well in the future.
I take a couple breaths to steady myself, and ask Nathan, “You still respect me after all of that, right?”
“I would never have done any of that if I did not respect you,” he says. “I will always cherish the memory of what you just gave me.”
“Am I a bad person for having done it?”
“Because soon you will share your body with Carl? No. Not at all.”