Chapter 39: Taran
After slaking our lust in a few passionate encounters, one in the kitchen and one in the bedroom, we spend the rest of the evening making slow, sweet love to each other. We hold each other, touch and explore. He lays back on the cot outside the greenhouse, his arms behind his head and allows me to run my hands and lips over his body. I explore each ridged muscle, licking and biting a path slowly down. I enjoy the way his body tightens beneath mine as he fights with himself not to grab me.
I settle between his thighs and take the hard length of his cock in my hands, marvelling once more at the size. He's such a large man. Not only in physical presence, but also in determination and fortitude. Despite our differences I've come to appreciate certain aspects of him and his leadership. I show my appreciation to the one part of him that wants it most, running my tongue down the side before fisting the base and wrapping my lips around the head.
"Fuck, Taran" he groans pressing the heels of his hands into his eyes.
I continue, taking him slowly into my mouth and sucking him as deep as I can, maybe half his length. His width fills my mouth. I swirl my tongue around him, exploring each ridge, before running my tongue over the pulsing veins. After a minute I'm forced to surface and take a breath. I grin at him.
He grabs me by the arms and lifts me until I'm straddling him. "Hey, I wanted to finish that!"
He taps me low on the belly, just above my pussy. "I'll be coming inside you, baby. Right there."
My cheeks grow hot and I have to catch my breath as he lifts me again, pushing me down on top of his cock. I reach out to grip his shoulders, slowly rocking my hips as I accept his length, inch by inch. The full feeling as he slides deep inside is both incredible and a little painful. He gives me time to adjust though, letting me do it in my own time.
Finally, I'm seated on him, his cock completely sheathed inside me. He grips my hips, wrapping those huge hands around my body and caressing my ass. Then he helps me slide up and down, my own lubrication easing the path he's forging. I'm swamped by sensations. The building pressure inside me becomes almost too much as we rock together. I can't move my hips anymore, I'm too lost in the feelings sizzling through me. Diogo takes over, pulling me down to him, laying me across his chest, as he takes me by the hips and pushes me down on him, fucking me from underneath.
"Going to come!" I cry desperately against him as the orgasmic pressure rises to an unbearable degree.
"Come for me, Taran," he drops his head and murmurs against my ear, then bites me, sinking his teeth into the lobe.
I shout my pleasure for him, filling the night with my cries. He slams my hips down on his, once, twice, three times more. Then stops, stiffening underneath me. He slides his arm up to my waist, wraps it around and holds me tight. The other goes around my neck, pinning me in place against him.
He's holding me so tight I feel like we're fused together. His breath stirs the hair on top of my head while mine skitters jerkily across his chest. Gently he rolls me to his side. The cot is very small, probably not meant for a man of his size, let alone the two of us. Still, he sees to my comfort first, reaching for the blanket and covering me before tucking me against his side.
We lay that way for so long that I think he's fallen asleep. We sleep up on this roof almost as often as we sleep in his bed together. Sometimes I wake up to him carrying me up from our bed. He craves the outside, craves the open space. And I do too.
I'm starting to drift off when he speaks, his voice low in my ear, "I've fallen in love with you, Taran."
I jerk my head up to stare at him. He's watching me intently, his eyes glittering obsidian in the darkness. I don't say anything for a moment, and when I do finally open my mouth to speak, he stops me.
"Don't say anything. If you don't or can't love me, then I don't want to hear it. It won't matter either way, you're still my wife and you'll remain with me. And if you do love me, then I'm not ready to hear it yet." He moves his head, staring up at the stars, a small frown wrinkling his forehead. "Loving you makes me dangerous enough. If you were to love me back I would destroy this city to keep that love. I'm a selfish man, Taran. A taste of your love will never be enough. I'll want to keep it forever."
I think about his words for a moment. They're like him, brutal with an edge of cruelty, but still beautiful. In their own way. I kiss his arm where I'm snuggled against him and whisper, "Okay, Diogo."
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