Chapter Thirteen

I’m still flying high and he’s up there - in the clouds with me, floating. His head rests on mine and all either of us can do is gasp and moan. I can feel everything now, every glorious sensation. My clit is sore. My sex is still pulsing, juice still flowing from me. My entire groin feels like it’s alive and my stomach feels full and heavy. Scott’s cock is still buried deep inside, throbbing and very slowly subsiding.

I feel Scott’s entire body groan as his spent cock finally slides from my body. “Am I dead, Sarah?” He moans, barely audible. “Have you killed me?”

“If you’re dead, then I must be too.” I groan, my voice little more than a croak. His weight keeps me still - though I doubt very much if I’m capable of moving full stop! I don’t know how long we lie like this, halfway between one world and the next - exhausted, stunned, drained but totally and utterly fucked several galaxies beyond anything either of us expected.

He’s first to recover and rolls wearily off me with a deep, guttural groan that embodies everything that’s happened this afternoon. I can’t move - I don’t want to move. As I lie here, my face wet from tears, my sex still wet and pulsing and my legs still spread, I only know that I don’t ever, ever want to forget how I feel at this moment. I can’t put it into words and I don’t want to. For the rest of my life, I’ll remember this moment.

I feel an arm wrap itself over me as he rolls onto his side. I’m still shaking as he manoeuvres my deadweight into his arms and holds me close. He buries his face in my hair, nuzzling and mumbling incoherently. I somehow manage to kiss his arm. “Oh, Scott. What have you done? What have you done to me?”

“I’ve made you mine - like you asked me to. I took you and used you all up. You begged me, Sarah. So I made you mine.”

I turn my head slightly. His eyes are closed and when they open I swear that they’re shining at me. He strokes my tear stained face. “It’s only fair, don’t you think?” He wraps one leg around mine and I find the full length body contact almost too much intimacy to bear and I shudder. He kisses my cheek and softly strokes my body as it continues to tremble. “You made me yours from the very first second I pushed into you. Nothing I could do about it. And now you’re mine, Sarah. Now you belong to me. Your body belongs to me. You’re mine. All mine. Even if I drop dead tomorrow, I’ll die knowing that I made you mine. For one single day, I owned you, claimed you and took total possession of every part of your wonderful body - and made it mine.”

“I’ve never......” I can’t tell him what he’s done. I was going to end it with him today before either of us got too involved - but now I can’t. He’s opened me up again. I’ve shattered my own promise into a million tiny pieces. And now there’s no going back. For either of us.

He kisses my shoulder. “Shush......shush now, wildcat.” His arms keep me still as my body finally stops shaking. “Terrifying, isn’t it?” Hands stroke me, soft and tender.

“Yes. It is.” I mumble into his flesh as I try to stretch but he keeps me so close that I can barely move.

“I am totally and absolutely fucked to pieces! My heart is pounding. My brain is buzzing. Every single fucking inch of me feels like it’s had a massive electric shock. But I still want more. I want so much more of you. I want you again and again.” He groans, a deep yearning noise. “You’re like a drug, Sarah. You drive me fucking insane. You make me come like fury, like I’m having a heart attack. You’re a sexual high I want to hit over and over and over. I’m completely addicted to you, my crazy little wildcat. I’m totally, utterly and absolutely yours too. You own me too!”

Then all is quiet and calm, like the sea after a storm. He’s drifted into a light slumber and I can only just manage to keep my own eyes open. This was not supposed to happen. This was not how it was meant to be. He was only supposed to be a fuck-friend - not a full-blown lover. Dear God, what a lover he is! He’s awakened something in me that I thought had died a long, long time ago. I feel reborn.

It isn’t romantic love but it’s strong, it’s powerful and it’s all-consuming - passionate to the point of obsession. It’s more than the greatest sex. There’s a spark of something in both of us - and together those sparks are going to be a phenomenon. And after he’s taken possession of me, he’s going to have to leave me and go home - to her! Among all the other insane thoughts whirling around in my head is the recurring wish that this man was free - free to be mine. My God - what we could have together. Oh, Scott. What have I done?